Today is my last day as a clerk in a fuel center! By this evening, I will be a free woman!
I started working in the fuel center (aka gas station) at a supermarket in mid-June of 2019. It was the only job offer I’d gotten after a half-assed job search, so I took it. I immediately disliked the job, although I did find some good aspects of it. Reason after reason to hate the job piled up as the weeks went by; here are 13 reasons why I quit.
#1 Working the
opening shift. The worst days on the job were the ones where I had to open
the fuel center at 5:45am. I lived about 40 minutes from where I worked, so I
had to leave around five o’clock to get there on time. I move super slow in the
morning, so I had to get out of bed no later than 4:15 in order to leave the
house on time.
I’m typically an early riser. I wake up around the time the
sun rises, anywhere from 5:30 to 7:00 (if I sleep in), but getting out of bed
in the dark is difficult for me. Also difficult? Making a 40 minute drive in
the dark. There were many mornings I knew I was falling asleep at the wheel,
but I kept driving.
To be fair, once I arrived at work and got into the swing of
things, I was ok, especially if I had a cup of coffee on my way in. However, at
the end of the day I was physically and mentally demolished, especially since I
never got to bed early enough on the nights before opening shifts.
#2 Having to deal
with fuel and the chemicals used to clean it. I had to clean up fuel spills nearly every
day. To clean up spilled fuel, I sprayed another chemical on top of it, scrubbed
the chemical soup with a long-handled brush, then used super absorbent pads to
soak up the whole mess. What kind of chemical neutralizes fuel? I have no idea.
Is that chemical safe for long-term exposure to humans? I have no idea. I’m
pretty sure gasoline fumes and car exhaust are no good for human people, even
if the chemical used to clean the spills is harmless.
#3 Lack of hand-washing facilities. There was no sink and no soap in the
fuel center kiosk. We were supplied with vinyl gloves and hand sanitizing gel, but those things are not as good as using soap and water (in my opinion). There was a water spigot at the far edge of the fuel center, and I suppose I could have brought my own soap, but such a hand-washing situation was inconvenient at best.
#4 Limited breaks. If I worked less than 8 hours, I was allowed one 20 minute break. In that 20 minutes I had to walk across the parking lot and into the store to get to the break room, wash my (filthy) hands, use the restroom, wash my hands again, eat my lunch, then walk back through the store and across the parking lot. If someone was in the only employee restroom when I got there or if I had to heat my food in the microwave, I lost precious minutes.
If I worked an 8 hour shift, I got two 15 minute breaks. Two
breaks are better than one, but getting everything done in 15 minutes was an
even bigger challenge.
When I worked the morning shift, a cashier from the
supermarket would come out to give me a break right around 9am. When I worked
afternoons, I was supposed to get a break around 3pm, but good luck with that!
A customer service manager (CSM) told me early in my fuel center career that I
was out of sight/out of mind, and if
I wanted a break, I’d have to remind the person in charge of scheduling. After
I was given this bit of info, every afternoon I worked, I paged the CSM on duty
to remind them about my break.
The CSM on duty might not have been prompt about giving me a
break, but I sure as hell needed to be prompt about leaving and returning in my
allotted amount of time.
One morning just as my relief showed up, the cash register prompted me to make a safe drop. I said I’d do it when I got back. My relief (a veteran cashier) pulled a long face and said the prompt would keep popping up the whole time I was gone. I knew he was right, so I stuck around for a few minutes to complete the safe drop. Then one of the big bosses arrived, and I had a couple of things to tell her. I was maybe five minutes late leaving.
When I returned to the kiosk, the person who had relieved me
left immediately. I hadn’t been back two minutes when the phone rang. It was
the CSM in charge of scheduling breaks calling to find out if her cashier had
left. I said he had. She wanted to know why he was late returning to the
supermarket. I explained I was late leaving because of the cash drop and having
to talk to the store manager. She told me if I was late getting back from my
break, it threw off the schedule of all the breaks that came after mine. She
said if I was late leaving for a break, I’d have to take a shorter break so her
schedule wasn’t messed up. I understood where she was coming from but her pissy
attitude did not endear her to me.
I simply told her, I understand (which actually, I did) and made up my mind
that I’d never be late leaving for a break again, no matter what was going on. Safe drop needed? Sorry. I’ll have to do it after my break. Irate customer? Sorry relief person, you’ll have to handle it because I have to go on my break. The fuel center is on fire? Could you go ahead and call the fire department and the management team because I have to take my break now?
The worst part about having only one break in a shift was
that I only got to use the restroom once in 6 or 7 hours. I learned quickly
that I needed to visit the restroom immediately before I started work, but some
days I was desperate to see the toilet when my break rolled around.
One day I mentioned to one of the (female) store managers that three hours is a long time to go without a bathroom break. She said to just ask if I needed to visit the restroom during my shift, and they would get someone to the fuel center to cover for me. I appreciated her support but was skeptical of how asking for an extra break would work out. I could imagine the pissy CSM fussing at me for messing up her break schedule by having a bathroom emergency.
#5 Not knowing when
my breaks would be. If I had known what time I was supposed to get my
break, I’d have spent less time worrying I wasn’t going to get a break. I also
wouldn’t have had to call the CSM to remind them I still needed a break.
However, such a level of organization and communication was much too high of an
expectation when dealing with the company I worked for.
#6 Being required to
stand during my whole shift. Why do corporations think excellent customer
service can only be provided while standing? I think I would have given better
customer service if my feet and legs hadn’t hurt from standing for 6 or more
hours. I guess the rule against sitting is part of the if you have time to lean, you have time to clean mentality, but I
think morale would improve if cashiers were allowed to sit while ringing up
#7 Having my
availability ignored. When I applied for the job online, I had to provide
my availability. I said I was available any time other than Tuesday mornings.
When I was interviewed for the job, I told the assistant manager conducting the
interview that I was not available on Tuesday mornings. The first several weeks
I worked, I wasn’t scheduled to work before noon on Tuesdays (and often I got
the entire day off), but suddenly I was scheduled to open on a Tuesday. No one
asked me to do it as a special favor. No one apologized for scheduling during a
time I said I couldn’t work. I strongly suspected that if I stayed at the job,
I’d find myself scheduled on Tuesdays more and more often.
#8 I was working too
much. When I was offered the job, I was told it was a part-time position.
The assistant manager who hired me said the job offered no set number of hours.
He said one week I might work 16 hours; the next, 23; another week I might work
35 hours. Since I was hired in June, I was consistently scheduled to work at
least 32 hours each week. In reality, I never got out of there when I was
scheduled to. I was lucky if I only worked 15 or 20 minutes extra at the end of
a shift. Of course, I got paid for every extra minute I worked, but I’d rather
have the time than the money.
Three shifts a week would have been ok, but five were too
#9 No sick leave with pay. When I was hired, the human resources person
told me nothing about vacation time or sick leave. I found out later from a veteran worker in the supermarket that the state we worked in doesn’t require employers to provide sick pay. Guess what? Because they’re not required by the state to provide it, the company didn’t offer sick pay. This means anyone who is too sick to come into work doesn’t get paid for the shift.
I suspect workers who can’t afford to miss a day’s pay go to
work no matter how sick they are. Most of the company’s employees work in a
supermarket. Think about that for a moment. Those sick people are touching
food. Even if they don’t touch the food directly, they’re putting their germy
hands all over the packages containing food. Yuck! Now I understand why it
sometimes seems like an illness is hitting everyone in town: germs are probably
being spread through the supermarket.
#10 Selling tobacco products was a drag. From the day I started working
in the fuel center, I hated selling cigarettes, chew, and cheap cigars. I think using tobacco products is a bad idea, and I don’t like participating in people’s addictions in order to line someone’s pocket.(Every time I sold a pack of cigarettes, I ended the transaction by saying have a nice day, but I was thinking good luck with your lung cancer.)
I hated the hassle of checking IDs and entering birth dates in my POS (point-of-sale) system, but I hated even more the fear of getting busted for selling tobacco products to some underage kid. There just wasn’t enough time to do a thorough check of an ID when I had a line of customers, and I was worried someone was going to slip a fake one past me.
Selling tobacco products really slowed down my process.
Although I’d learned the most popular brands and their varieties by the time I
quit, searching for what the customer wanted took time. Then, unless the
customer was obviously older than I was, I felt compelled to check the ID. All
the while, the line behind the tobacco buyer grew.
I’ll be glad if I never have to sell a tobacco product
#11 Having too much responsibility.
Not only did I feel responsible for not selling tobacco products to minors, I
felt a huge amount of responsibility to make sure the fuel center did not go up
in flames. The smallest fuel spill had me rushing outside to clean it up ASAP.
I was constantly on the lookout for anyone smoking or doing any other stupid
things that might lead to a fire.
Of course, I felt responsible for making correct change,
helping each customer promptly, and being as polite as possible, but keeping
the place from turning into the towering inferno was more than I had bargained
for when looking for a summer job.
#12 The damned
intercom system was driving everyone crazy. The intercom system was old and
didn’t function very well. Often I’d press the button that was supposed to
allow the person on the other side of the bulletproof glass to hear me speak,
but something would go wrong with the system and the customer heard nothing.
Sometimes the person on the other side of the glass spoke to me but no sound
came through. Sometimes the sound that came through was garbled or crackly.
Even on a good day, the poorly functioning intercom system was enough to
irritate a saint. My customers and I were mere mortals and the
misunderstandings caused by the crappy intercom system often led to frayed
nerves and sharp tongues.
While I worked in the fuel center, a young man came out to
repair the malfunctioning diesel pumps. (Spoiler alert: the diesel pumps were
not repaired when he left.) When he was finished not fixing the diesel pumps,
he worked on the intercom system.
He took a plate off the back of the intercom box and wiggled
the wires hidden behind the plate. He said the intercom worked better now.
Maybe it did, but not for long. I’m sure those wires wiggled right back out.
He said we could wiggle the wires back in ourselves if the intercom malfunctioned. Huh. I had neither a screwdriver to remove the plate, nor the time to remove it and futz around with wires. When people were in line to buy gas, they wanted to buy gas, not wait around for the clerk to repair the communication system.
I’m not surprised the company I worked for didn’t want to
spend the money to get a modern, functioning intercom system in the fuel
center. Why should the big bosses care if customers and workers alike are
pissed off because communication is difficult? The big bosses don’t have to
deal with it, and they’d rather save money instead of spend it to make the
lives of workers easier.
#13 Dealing with
grumpy people. Oh lord. Grumpy
customers. Grumpy coworkers. So many unhappy people, and they all seemed to
want to bring me down to their level of agitation and dissatisfaction. I tried
to be pleasant to everyone, but after being spoken to sharply several times in
one shift, I was ready to pack it in. I will not miss the folks who wanted to
take their troubles out on me.
Can you understand now why I quit the job? What would you have done? Would you have quit too or tried to stick it out until winter? Let me know what you think by leaving a comment below.
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