fuck this job.com

Today I was the victim of having to work on the desk no1 wants to work on. It is an intermediate position and i was informed i am now earning LESS than all of the checkout workers because i took a career break after working there gave me an anxiety disorder. Being screamed at all day does that to you.

On the terms that I return to work I was told I would maintain my old rate of pay but nooooo - they look blankly and say its not "on the system" whatever that means. So I am now earning the lowest in the store to do mid-level supervision and customer services. I am not having that! I dont see how I have somehow lost the entitlement to even their minimum pay.

I am trying to deal with customer complaints and have a barrage of colleagues in my face interrupting me mid-sentence whilst speaking to the customer demanding i make announcements on a tannoy before walking off without waiting for my reply, find some bizarre log-book i have never heard of, give them one of literally hundreds of keys my supervisor has, etc. I have store cleaners, workmen and repairmen, security guards and the like all demanding answers from me that I dont have... I dont know where their stuff is, they should know that. I am trying to deal with refunds and complaints. The cleaner screamed that "I told you to call me when you find the book!" when THAT second I found it - no gratitude for finding the fucking thing for her, just demands demands demands. None of my colleagues speak English well so I have to ask them to repeat.

The customers I am there to help walk all over you and I'm not even finished training to do this shit.

I have a fucking DEGREE to work in something that nearly puts me in tears and has NO meaning whatsoever, sucking ass all day. I never let this job make me cry. Its a fucking sham hellhole.