Sitting here with memories of good and bad, the first real job I ever had. 10 years of red and kakkei or tan pants. At a glance I was a target teer. From 1987 to 1997 I work in Santa Fe springs at 227. I stock the shelves and customer service too. To be honest it about all I miss about it. I lost a piece of my forefinger to to a faulty crown pallet stacker in 1991. Yet I didn't give up I stayed a target eer.
I position changed to to planogram /presentations for most of my work time. Then made it to floor specialist and that ended my reine at target. Made many friends and some enemies. Met my spouse at target. But now sitting I see Your sister Hilda is home dude. I'm at work on lunch. Miss you we all got to meet up sometime past with new young faces. Don't make it a career. Even making it to manager ain't worth a damn.
After 1992 and the management changes and policies, all a employee is a number and nothing more. Biggie try and back stabbing still exists I see it as a customer. Manager are a joke. And assets protection is a waste of time. If they did the losses of the store would be so high. It was back that way back in the day. To all at 227 Santa Fe springs target don't make it your life. I would rather bus tables.
