The people at Winners are a bunch of LOSERS.

In short:

At the job interview, the manager asked me preplanned questions and didn't even ask me about myself as a person or talk and get to know me.

I have previous work experience on my resume, but apparently it's not good enough for working in a "fast-paced environment". Fast paced my ASS; the two shifts I worked I was bored out of my mind because no one needed my help!

I also discovered they're only hiring people with "credible previous work experience".
This means two things:

a) It doesnt just matter that you have to be at least 16 years old anymore to get a job; you must already have worked. CAN ANYONE SEE THE GIANT GAP IN THIS.

b) Apparently my previous work experience as Office Administrator for a local company called EBJ just isn't 'credible'.

I also also discovered that a well known high school drug addicted dropout whose name escapes me GOT A JOB AS A CASHIER. The girl has a smokers cough, she TWITCHES ALL THE FUCKING TIME AND SHE CAN'T SPEAK ENGLISH.

WHAT
THE FUCK
IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE.

Moving on to Melissa _____. Melissa _____ used to go to school with me in grades 7 and 8. She's a nice girl, and she's cute, but she has the IQ of a retarded worm. There were four of us in the fitting room on thursday. Melissa and her friend Erika had previously been trained specifically to work in the fitting room. My friend Kayla and I hadn't; so we were quick-trained by another girl named Stacy before she went home.

Kayla and I took the more time consuming and stimulating tasks. This included buttoning up unbuttoned shirts, putting them back on the correctly-sized hanger on their specific rack facing a certain way. We tied up shirts and used the pager to have an associate come to the fitting room and take the clothes away.

What did melissa and erika do?
Melissa stood and greeted customers. She had to count how many clothes they had and give them the right tag with the right number on it.

Erika had to take the clothes the customers tried on and didnt want to keep with them back. She had to count them all. Take the tag back and put it back in the desk.

So what happens? They fuck everything up! Melissa loses the tags, hands out the wrong numbers, puts items that were supposed to be on the HOLDING rack (meaning if the customer was over their limit of clothing to try on, some would be left on the holding rack) onto the womens or mens racks that were REMOVED FROM THE FITTING ROOM.

Erika did basically the same thing. She also chucked all the clothes onto the table Kayla and I worked from.

Kayla and I also did the cleaning. We closed down the fitting room and went to work in other sections just after the store closed so everyone could go home just a little earlier.

Melissa and Erika talked the entire time.

Melissa and Erika were temps.

Now who got hired for part time jobs?

MELISSA AND ERIKA.
WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!

I therefore conclude that I am better off not working with bimbos.I belong in a place where I am not just a number in a group of temporary workers - but where I am a face and a personality and an appreciated employee.

Fuck you, winners. You're all just a bunch of losers.