I'm 23 years old, living in an apartment in Massachusetts. I work at a big-name gas station with a local no-name owner. I work with a bunch of loons, one who's Annie. She's been with the company for 7 years and has been in the business for 25. She lovingly refers to crazy days (pretty much every day) as "insale asylums." I don't know if she doesn't realize she's saying it incorrectly, runs the words together or what. In any case, that's why.
I decided to start this to document a bit of the trials and tribulations that come along with being an under-paid and overworked cashier. I started working for a different big-name gas station in June of 2005 for $7 an hour. When I left, I was making $8.75. It was right down the road from my parents' house and was my job for my vacations from college. While in college and living on campus, I worked at a grill on campus. This lasted for 3 1/2 years. My supervisor was a bitch and I quit in May 2008. In September 2008, I moved to the city in which I go to college (not on campus like I had been) and couldn't be travelling the half hour each way to get there since I didn't have my license. In April 2009, I applied for a position at the gas station up the road and was hired. I have been there ever since and let me tell you, Annie's correct in calling it an asylum.
For those of you that have never worked retail and think it's an easy job, it's not. There's a shit-ton more to it than you realize. For those that have, you can back me up. Working as a cashier has its ups and downs and sometimes it seems like there are too many. As I said, I'll be updating this blog with recent stories, past experiences and I'll include some emails we get from corporate. You wouldn't believe some of the shit they want us to do, how they run things and even their reactions to things we send.
Wear your seatbelts, kids. It's going to be a bumpy ride.
Perhaps "insale" refers to the sales aspect of the asylum.
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