Generally Rubbish - Retail Operative Primark Employee Review

Not sure where to start here.... The work was horribly mundane, repetitive, dull and unsatisfying. Folding a tables of underwear was far from how I wanted to spend my weekends, especially when the customers would mess the table up about five minutes later. Working at tills was equally boring. My fellow employees were nice but everyone seriously lacked motivation and had no interest in performing their jobs well, which seemed to have a domino effect. The main topic of conversation seemed to be how rubbish working there was and all the places they were applying to work at. Consequently, the labour turnover was ridiculous, and anyone that I actually liked left in a very short period of time. As someone who likes to be challenged by their work and is generally a motivated person, Primark was not the place to work, and I felt very out of place. Employees are not trusted at all and given no independence - on tills you had to call the supervisor over to do anything but take money, which became very irritating. You are constantly bossed around rather than being able to use your own initiative. Working in a business where customers show no respect or appreciation for its employees was depressing, but unsurprising considering the way we were told to deal with customers. On several occasions customers asked if we had items of clothing up in the stock room; I went to go and have a look but was told by my supervisor (and colleagues) to just say that we did not have any up there because it would waste time. Being under 18, the pay was pretty terrible. There are also NO benefits for employees: No uniform, no bonuses, no paid breaks, no discount (apart from 10% off for two weeks at the beginning of December, which hardly counts). Absolutely nothing going on in terms of socialising with the other employees - a christmas party would be unheard of. The staff room consisted of a really shoddy sink area and fridges, with several (uncomfortable) wooden tables and chairs, so nobody ever stayed in there to chat. As a weekend worker, my shifts were usually only four hours long so I didn't get any breaks anyway.... When I came to write my resignation letter, it struck me that I didn't actually know the name of the store manager, due to having so little involvement in the company. You get the picture