In Regards To Misanthropy

In Regards to Misanthropy

I know that humanity has had a history full of blemishes, and they never scar over. They are still an open wound steadily dripping through time and could possibly continue until we address some major issues, mostly regarding how we treat the world around us as a whole. Thoughts and beliefs that have been passed down from generation to generation without asking ourselves the question 'why?'. The thing is though that humanity is amazing and complex and so, so unexpected because humans can choose to do anything with their limited time on this earth and sometimes humans choose to do beautiful things, not because of those thoughts and beliefs that's shaped them, but in spite of it.

A Report! From Inside The Walls of Mallmart

'Guess what coworker decided to show up wearing a non-Mallmart logo on their shirt and got in trouble with management?At least he didn't show up late again, but see, I told him not to do this and what does he do? Does he not heed my warnings?'

I type angrily into my phone, exhausted by my long day. The discord server is quiet. 

'I was the only one that stayed after to put out the dairy section when management came asking. Everyone suddenly had an emergency reason they had to leave.

I got it done though.'

'Going the extra mile for the benefit of a job that only seeks to exploit your labor is not noble. They do not appreciate your hard work Ciara, they appreciate how cheap it is to employ you. Don't push yourself to the limit to appease them when they can't even be arsed to provide water during a heatwave in return,'

The reply, was not as surprising as I felt it should be. No instead, it just confirmed something laying dormant in the back of my head for the last few weeks. I thought about how management shut off the water to the breakroom. 

"We're having work done on it for the benefit of our wonderful employees. On an unrelated note, some of you have been taking too many coffee breaks in our breakroom when you should be working, so from now on we encourage you to be mindful of that. That is not why we shut off the water. Please stop asking".

I thought about when Taylor had overheard that conversation, I thought about how Aiden had gotten points taken off for missing work even though he had called and explained he had been in a car accident. The writing was on the wall,

 I need to do something.

A Recipe! Purple Cow Cupcakes For Your Favorite Coworker

For This Recipe, you will need;

*1 Cup of Granulated Sugar

*1 Cup and 3/4ths a cup of non self rising cake flower

*1 1/2 Tablespoons of baking powder

*1/2 Teaspoon of baking soda

*1 cup and 3/4 a cup of Childhood Nostalgia

*1/2 Teaspoon of Salt

*1/4 Cup of unsalted Butter

*2 Eggs

*1 Cup of Grapcino Grape Soda

*1/4 a Cup of Vegetable Oil

*1/4 Teaspoon of Lingering Existential Dread

*2/3 a Cup of Milk

*1/3 Cup of Sour Cream

And The Frosting! Oh the Frosting You will DIE for!

*1 Cup of Butter

*1/2 Teaspoon of Vanilla Extract

*4 Cups of Powdered Sugar

*1 Drop of Aesthetic (A little goes a long way!)

*Heavy Cream to Taste

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A Report! From Inside The Walls of Mallmart

This is the part where I was supposed to storm up to management and give them my 3 week notice and maybe, a piece of my mind…. Except I didn't. I wanted everything to be normal, so I could get the work done until I got my degree, move out, and become someone who actually had their life together. Mallmart was the only place in my life I had competence in, and if I gave it up, that meant starting from square one, still at home with my parents. 

And that meant that every little insult my father threw at me, I would not be able to refute. This man, I can’t explain his hold on me. I can’t explain why his opinion still matters despite me knowing that we will never be on the same page. I tried to take the power back with small petty acts but in truth, there was no real defending myself from him. He dominated any room he walked into with just his voice. He was always bigger than me,  and I was always so weak and small. There was no fighting back.

I went to work with my own water I brought from home, since I'm pretty sure the water from the eyewash station's tap was doctored with saline. I was surprised how easy it was to fall into my routine, actually. The trainees that were on that day actually retained the previous information I had given them only days ago, and now the hive of our store was buzzing with life. 

“Thank goodness, you’re finally wearing an appropriate outfit to work today,” I take a seat with Aiden at the breakroom table. His head is in his folded arms, hair splayed wildly about him, like a mane. He says nothing. “You were able to finish checking out topstock items in the starting aisles of pharmacy, riiiight? We have a quota we’re trying to reach here, Gossman.” He’s dead still, not a word uttered from him. “Not in a talking mood, huh?” Without picking his head up, he replies back with “I don’t want to deal with you shit today, Shoggoth.” 

Oh.

I look around the room awkwardly, and realize that none of my coworkers are happy with me. This is okay though. I am here to work, not make friends. I gaze over Aiden’s deathly pale body. “Have you had anything to drink?” No response. I want to press him more on the issue and yet, our mandatory fifteen minute break is over. “Aiden, it’s time to get to work.” He makes no move to get up. He’s slumped in his seat, defeated. Even as I retreat to the door, he remains still, ignoring any of the cues before him that it is time for us to work. “Ciara! Several people have unexpectedly left, so we will need you to take on Health and Beauty as well as the chemical department. We need those along with sporting goods done today, okay?” Rosa asks, and I nod, still taken aback by Aiden’s concerning behavior. 

So I keep my head down, and I work. I put out the boxes that have been left abandoned on the sales floors, I help customers who need any of our more dangerous items that are locked behind cases, I even take the time to fish out the products that have fallen between shelves despite the many warnings of workers being crushed by shelving units in the past. The only thing that was propelling me forward was the mantra of,

‘I am here to work, not make friends. I am here to work, not make friends. I am here to work, not make friends,’

‘I am going to die alone’

I suck in a sharp breath, skidding to a halt. It didn’t matter if I was experiencing the crippling realization that I had driven everyone away though. It was now time to clock out. 

And so I retired my cart to the grocery end of backrooms, and let out a soft groan as I tugged myself free of my work vest. I felt eyes on me. “Oh, it’s you.” I didn’t mean for my voice to sound flat, when I saw management and the team leads standing there. “Congratulations, Ciara. We noticed your dedication to our store and you have gone above and beyond this last month to get Mallmart to reach its deadline for our summer season.” Their voices lacked enthusiasm, and it sounded rehearsed. Still, I was over the moon. So they had noticed the effort I had put in? “You are this month’s associate of the month. Again, we thank you.” And in their hand, they held something… rectangular? And mint in color. Curiously I walked forward and….

In their hands sat a lone case of spearmint tic tacs. “Go on, you’ve earned it.” I reached out and looked at the tic tacs in my hand. “Tomorrow, we will need you to set up the lawn chair display in the gardening aisle-”

“I don’t work on Thursday, I thought.” They guide me by my shoulders, out of the backrooms. 

“On friday, we mean of course. We will also need you to put out the next stock of our  one hundred pound weight set, since the other associates need three people to carry the box when you are able to carry it yourself.”

“...I don’t even like spearmint…” I croak, voice thick with tears. I won’t cry in front of management though. “Good, we knew you’d understand, see you tomorrow!” And with that, I had reached the exit doors of the backrooms and I was now spat out into the sales floor.

 I head to the front of the store in a grim determination, because I need control over something. I head to the front of the store because I am hurt, and I need some way to express it. I look into the screen of the overhead surveillance as if I can look straight into the eyes of management through that crackling screen, good and long, and I chuck the tic tacs into the wastebin before heading out the door, my lips tight.