I'm 19, and I have been working at Target for a few months.
These are my stories from guests and co-workers while I have been working there.
Disclaimer: This Tumblr is not intended for the bashing or the disrespect of Target or Target workers in any way, shape, or form. This is purely for fun and entertainment.
Now for anyone who knows what “pushing a tub” means, I have a question for you.
My team leader today told me, and several other times while I was working logistics, that I need to strive to get a tub out every 15 minutes.
Now, anyone with experience with this may know that sounds near physically impossible. It takes me about 15 minutes just to cut open the boxes and sort them.
Question: 15 minutes, too high of an expectation?
To put it simply: everything, besides softlines, flow team and ad sets.
Hardlines, cashier, back room, electronics, logistics…you get the picture.
I certainly am. Over a year now.
Apologies to my followers, I didn’t have internet in my home all summer.
Apologies for not posting much lately, I’m currently on vacation!
I’ll return to work in a couple weeks with more stories, I’m sure.
I work in Softlines and when I was in the fitting room one day, I had a guest come up to me, switching between headwear, asking, “what do you think of this hat?” It was a PLAIN BLACK CAP so I responded, “um, it’s a hat…” to which he scoffed at and walked away, only to return not too long after to wait for his wife and to remind me that he finally settled on the “just a hat.” I swear, I hate guests.
Yesterday, a man with tanned skin that looked like leather,
a bald patch and very wild hair,
came in wearing short shorts and a cropped tank top, exposing his very hairy beer belly.
Needless to say, every employee had to talk to him.
As I was walking out of the store after collecting my paycheck, the TPS (security) was driving a motorized cart back inside.
She joked about how people comment on her driving it around.
“They usually ask me if this is my patrol car.”
Not even 5 minutes after she said that and I was walking along side her, two older ladies came up laughing.
“Hey! Is that your patrol car?!”
“See…” she said.
a couple more minutes go by, and a younger woman comes up.
“Haha… I guess that’s your patrol car.”
Coworker: We should hang out after work.
Me: Agreed. Cabin in the woods at 11?
Coworker: Which one? *5 minutes later* Oh! You meant the movie.
Me: No, I was just inviting you to a cabin in the woods. No big deal.
Coworker: Hey, I don't know what you're into...
Me: But you asked WHICH ONE?!
Coworker: I found a bag from another store that had a pair of underwear in it. They apparently just bought it and set it down and forgot it.
Me: Imagine that conversation when she gets home... *in a valley-girl accent* Oh my god, Becky. I totally think I left my underwear at Target.
Coworker: Oh god, Melissa. No. Oh my god Melissa tell me you didn't.
Me: Becky, oh my god, I totally did.
Today while working in A-block (which I’m not sure if all Target’s have the same layout, but I’m assuming all Target’s have an A-block which is pure hell. HBA and baby food and all of the snack shelves)
I had just finished zoning an aisle of snacks, which had a ton of small shelves which are always very difficult to get to and pull things forward.
A mom and her two little kids came through the aisle and one of the little boys picked something up and asked her if he could have it.
She said no.
The child then proceeded to throw the item all the way across the aisle, and THEN picked up several other items, strewing them all over the place.
“Oh honey! We shouldn’t do that, haha!” took him gently by the hand, and walked away leaving me to clean up the mess.
This was one of those times I had to bite my tongue and not say
“Hi, could you kindly fuck off and take your retarded child with you and please don’t ever breed again?”
Oh goodness. That’s terrible. I work at a very small Target, possibly one of the smallest there is (not sure), so we don’t get anything TOO terrible. We did have a lady faint in the shoe department today though. Probably because of our shockingly low deals.
i’ve worked at target for three years. fitting room specialist. softlines badass. you know.
any ways. one day i go and check thru the fitting rooms before i leave. i smell something kinda funky. upon further investigation, i found a bad of shit!
literally. a. bag. of. human. feces.
i died. called every team lead and TPS i could think of. didn’t even know what to do with myself.
thought i’d share a horror story and know i feel your pain.
Guest: Hi! Do you carry women's razors?
Me: Yes ma'am! It's directly in front of you... you're standing right by them.
Guest: You feel a little warm... is it because you have a cold or is it because I'm cold?
Guest 2 (little kid): It's probably because I'm picking my nose.
Guest 1: Do they have Buzz?
Guest 2: Yeah... oh, look, Woody. He's pretty cheap. Hey, honey. Do you want a cheap Woody?
Guest 1: Don't talk about your cheap Woody's in public, dear.