I used to see people complain about their office jobs all the time, they seemed to be widely hated, but I, from my little retail bubble, was always envious of people in office jobs. Sure, it’s not the most glamorous of settings and it’s not what people tend to aim for, but this was a huge step up for me. It ain’t even a competition, but we’re gonna compare them anyway. And by that I mean I’m going to complain about retail and explain why I love my desk job.
I can pee whenever I want.
Starting off glamorous as always, working in retail meant I had to ASK to go and pee. I’m sorry, am I 5 years old? Am I supposed to cross my legs and hold it in? Not being able to go when I needed to meant I wasn’t drinking enough water, meaning my skin suffered and I suffered. I think even prisoners get to pee whenever the hell they want. You would have to wait until there was a quiet spell and run to the toilet without looking back in case you caught the eye of a customer walking to your checkout. Of course, toilet breaks were also phone breaks so they lasted about 5 minutes but oh well.
I can eat whenever I want.
I absolutely take advantage of this every single day. My desk is covered in biscuits and the occasional piece of fruit. I eat breakfast at work, I can go out to the shops to get more food, and a happy tummy means a happy Lauren. People sometimes bring in home baked cakes or those boxes of biscuits that you’re meant to share. Someone brought in a tub of Celebrations a few weeks ago and I was all up in that shit like I hadn’t seen chocolate for 3 years. Similarly, I can have tea and coffee ALL THE TIME. There’s a kettle and coffee station IN MY OFFICE. I know, it’s a normal thing, but just let me have this excitement.
I can wear whatever I want.
Hands down, the worst part of retail (besides everything else) was the ugly-ass uniform I had to wear. Navy flares should be banned, as should matching navy fleeces. Why is it just not possible for supermarkets to have nice uniforms? Is it a rule when opening a supermarket that your staff must look disgusting at all times? Cos let me tell ya, it doesn’t stop the weird customers making passes at you. I used to dream of the outfits I would wear when changing jobs, little did I know that less and less effort goes into picking my outfit every single day. More often than not I just sling on a jumper, jeans, and off I go.
I can listen to music whilst working.
This sure beats hearing the same, recycled playlists every shift. I love Come On Eileen as much as the next person, but when you hear it 20+ times a shift, it will start to drive you crazy. And don’t even get me started on the Christmas playlists. They ruin joy. They ruin the holidays. Just don’t do them. Now I can listen to The Greatest Showman soundtrack on repeat without a care in the world, and I don’t feel like I’m being driven insane by singing it in my head all day.
I have more free time.
This one may not make much sense as I’m doing more hours and I’m busier what with the long commute, but hear me out. Because I have a fulfilling job, I’m less inclined to take all evening to recover from a hellish shift. In retail, I would get home and the entire day would be a write off because I was too miserable to do anything. Now, I get home and of course I’m tired, but I’m also hella motivated to further my career and my hobby (dis blog). I also have an hour for lunch that I can take whenever I want – I’ll often write on these breaks which takes a huge weight off my shoulders when planning content.
My co-workers are friendly.
Retail was a toxic, high school-esque environment. Lots of cliques, always of girls because girls love to be two-faced and purposely not include people. As if I wasn’t miserable enough there already, all the other girls formed this little, toxic group that thrived off leaving the rest of us out. If anything, it just motivated me to get out and get away from all of them. My co-workers now are lovely – they take an interest in my life, they bought me a cake for my birthday, and took me out for a birthday lunch. I was reluctant to let them pay for lunch and they said, and I quote, “this is what happens when your co-workers care about you.” Couldn’t have said it better myself.
This is the biggest change and the biggest benefit of me changing careers. I think everyone knew and could see how miserable retail made me – I used to cry all the time, even during shifts, and I just wasn’t a nice person because I essentially hated my life. Oh, the drama. A weight lifted right off my shoulders as soon as I handed in my notice, I knew the end was in sight so I could cope a lot better with being there. I’m now working in my favourite city in a career that I love and want to work in for the foreseeable future. I make over double what I made in retail, I’m getting a qualification, and I’m happy. I feel more hopeful for the future now and I actually enjoy my life.
How do you feel about your job?