I'm kind of annoyed at my job. Yes, the one I just got and thought I loved to pieces. It's weird, because I have nice co-workers, the work isn't too difficult, and I generally have a pretty good time while I'm there. That in itself should be huge. That's way more than a lot of people can say about their jobs. I'm lucky to have a job. But the problem is... it's not me. It's really not. I'm no fashionista. I could not possibly care less about how much our customers spend on clothes or how many items they leave with.

An example of how different I am from my co-workers:

Co-worker: Oh, I didn't think anything of it, because they were just a family, you know? A family's not going to steal something.

Manager: Well, don't think they won't steal stuff just because it's a family. I mean, I've seen little old ladies steal stuff.

Co-worker: (incredulously) Really??

Mgr: Yeah, all kind of people steal. It sucks.

Me: Want to know the worst theft story I experienced? When I worked at the humane society, somebody stole one of our kittens!

Cw: (blandly) Aren't kittens like $5 anyway?

Me: Uh, more like one hundred dollars?

Cw: Huh?

Me: The humane society, not the city shelter. Plus, that's not even the poi--

Mgr: But that's just it! People will steal the cheap stuff. They think because it's so cheap no one will even notice and....

As she continued, I thought: did it not even REGISTER with these people that someone stole a LIVING being from under our noses that day?? I mean, dude, that is a big freakin' deal in my world, and these girls continued talking about money, costs, and other such nonsense. Who cares about dollars and cents? Not me.

Well, that's not true, really. Okay, it's not true at all. I do care about dollars and cents, but only if they are or are not entering/leaving my bank account. And that is where the real problem lies.

You see, when considering all of the things I enjoy about my job, it sounds pretty good. And I'd feel pretty good if they were signing me up to work more than 8-10 hours (two shifts) per week. I sought out this job in order to make money for the holidays, but because I'm not into fashion and sales in the same way that the rest of them are, because I have no desire to be Employee of the Month or move up in the company or anything of that nature, they have only been hiring me for minimal hours, which means I feel like I'm wasting my time. Why did I even bother with this job when I feel so out of my element there and I'm hardly even getting paid? What good is a clothes discount when I still haven't gotten my first paycheck yet?

I guess I shouldn't worry about it too much. Like I said, I usually pretty much have fun while I'm there. I'll just have to work at not feeling too out of place (or, let's be truthful, inadequate) being the only non dressed-to-the-nines girl there. I guess it'll be okay. After all, since I was hired for Seasonal Sales, I'll probably be laid-off in January, anyway. I might as well try to make the best of it while I can.