Ever seen 'Fight Club'?
You know, that cult-hit where a bunch of guys go down into a basement, get all sweaty, and roll around on top of each other? Well besides all the blatant homosexuality that most male fans obviously miss there is an underlying tone of camaraderie amongst every participant in this gory modern day tribal ritual. Where the local busboy is on par with the manager of the bus company. Where they all work together towards an undisclosed project mayhem being dictated by an unnamed mans pancreas or liver.
Well that's non-existent in the real world. Out here it's like a fire in an apartment building. It's every person for themselves. The corporate line of a "Winning Team" with "Superior Teamwork" is a big a lie as the cashier who says Thank you for shopping with us. They don't care, it's all a script from their manager who tells them what to say. Ever come back the day after you bought something and talk to that "nice, helpful employee". Maybe you even mention it. This is usually followed by an "Oh Yeah" or "That's right". No one remembers you or cares. Your dollars mean nothing to someone who will never get a cut outside of their hourly wage.
It is straight up 'Lord of the Flies' in the retail world. People backstabbing one another just so they can move up the phony corporate chain that matters to no one outside of your little retail world bubble. Associates want to be department managers, department managers want to be store assistant managers, assistant managers want to be store managers, them owners, them corporate. Everyone wants to be in a position that removes them from dealing with the type of people who frequent the store. The more, the better.
And it's every man and women for themselves. So why are you working so god damn hard for someone who wants nothing to do with you?