Wage cuck? I am the modern Atlas, carrying the weight of men on my shoulder. I am Prometheus, sharing the light of life with his folk. I am the provider, the Big Brother, the figure that families thank for giving them the food on their tables. I am, indeed, a supermarket worker.
No but seriously, it kinda is like that. Shit can be tough at times but at the end of the day, I am feeding people, and a lot of them show some appreciation for our work. Still, there's always enough stuff to get on your nerves. Old people being antsy because there's only one cashier, meanwhile they can spend hours blocking the aisle talking with their buddies, oblivious to the rest of the world. In general, a lot of people seem to be on auto pilot of sorts, just floating there and taking space. People leave their trolleys wherever, and they make these sheepish faces when you make it known they're in the way. The absolute degeneracy of people who decide they're not buying an article, so they leave it on a completely unrelated shelf. Then there are the reprobates who find the nearest pack of their preferred beverage and tear it open to grab a single item, even though the shelves are filled with the stuff.
And the theft, holy hell. You don't realise the benefits of African-style hand chopping punishment for thieves until you've worked in a store. At the same time, you can't really grasp how much food gets wasted until you've worked in a store, either. Oh, and the stupidity of the average person, but I guess I already brushed upon that one.
This last year has been something else with the corona, but it definitely peaked in the last few months. It's like we were on the losing side on the Eastern front. Every day, we'd come to work and someone else would be on sick leave, we wouldn't get the stuff we ordered and we'd get too much stuff we didn't order. And The corpos don't care, obviously. All that matters is the green numbers on the monthly profit charts. It's doubly infuriating when you're busting your ass off for change and then you get news on the work phone application (it's mainly for work schedules and pay and other documentation, but you also get the retarded happy go lucky marketing bullshit you'd expect on the public website) about how we did super great this year despite all the corona stuff! Not that we noticed, the corona bonuses stopped when the government called off the pandemic like two months into it back in 2020!
You've got to fight on, though, you know. I am quite proud of what I do and I very much prefer coming home tired, having done some actual work, to being some tie wearing parasite.