Kmart is sexist

Today's Pooch Cafe'

Last night when I was at work, the front end manager told Nathan to go out onto the floor and straighten up out there, while he told me to stay up at the registers and dust. WTF. Nathan has only been cashiering for a week. I've been there for three. Not fair. I asked my front end manager, and he said that he had to have someone up front to cashier. Duh. But why me? Because we needed the handicap register open. Which just happened to be mine. Grr.

And earlier in the week, one of the guys who works out in "Hardlines," which is the automotive stuff, electronics, toys, paint, and pantry, told me that because I'm a girl, I'll probably get put out in "Softlines," the clothing, jewelry, makeup, and baby stuff area, which I really don't want to do. So I'm going to have to talk to the Hardlines manager tonight if he's there and tell him I think I could benefit the store more if I were out in the Hardlines department. I just want to get off the registers, basically.

Blah. I just need to get away from the registers. The "assistant" managers or whatever, the people who are my age or younger, who are telling me what to do and how to do it and all this shit, just because they're in a higher ranking position, are driving me bonkers. I'll shout at someone if they don't get away from me and stop breathing down my neck.