#targhetto

[saruvanthewhite]

If it weren’t for coffee…

Just spent over a half hour being bounced around Targhetto’s administrative mindlessness. All for the purpose of simply accessing my paystubs they locked me out of accessing once I was let go. No one would help me until after I had begged like a ƃuıʞɔnɟ dog for the documents to assist in applying for a situation they put me into; unemployment. Target’s apparent policy is to make employees they’ve gaslit & mistreated then fired work harder to survive afterward. It’s just a petty way Target continues to torture former employees with legal & codified abuse.

Poƃdamn Target. 

…it would be difficult for me to not.

[welcometotarghetto-blog]

The Resurrection of Crack Jesus

Our store is one of the few stores downtown that has an open, public restroom.  That being said, we have high traffic of the shadiest people that use our facilities.  This normally entails with guests shooting up in the stalls, or cooking meth. Classy, right?  Well, a month ago, we had a guest overdose in the bathroom. Like, she died. Luckily for her, one of our store engineers is trained in CPR and resuscitated her. She then stumbled out the store to the EMTs, barely clothed and looking quite "dead". And that was the day that Crack Jesus rose from the stall. #welcometotarghetto #nextguest

[welcometotarghetto-blog]

The Misadventures of Grandma Ke$ha

So. We have this one guest that comes in all the time, and I swear she looks like a 60 year old Ke$ha. No joke. She wears these neon tights and jackets, all while looking like a hot mess. Did I mention that she has glitter caked to her eyes? Not like a little, no, like she could cry streams of glitter. Anyways. So, for a while I hadn't seen her, and I was kind of worried if something had happened to her (like her waking up feeling like Bill Cosby or something, idk) and then yesterday there she was, trail of glitter behind her. Don't stop Grandma Ke$ha.

[welcometotarghetto-blog]

The Targhetto.

Welcome. Watch your step, sadly you never know exactly what you may find. This blog is meant as a commentary, expression of something, and the sharing of some crazy stories, while working for Target.  This is a store with high traffic, in the heart of a major city. Fun times.

[kittehkween]

[c0balt-lime]

I went to target with my friend and her mom. And as we were walking in my friends mom said guess what target's are called in bad neighborhoods? Targhetto's!!

[kiwifruitoid]

Good lord

I went to eat with Lauren tonight and then we went to Target and Ross. In Ross she started to complain that her feet hurt and then I started complaining like 5 minutes later.  And now my ankle is so swollen it doesn't even look real, and my toes look like little cocktail weenies, and my foot is red and throbbing.

WHAT EVEN.

[skankles]

Text: at my local targhetto see you later