The Previous Grand Mufti (aka Max Brooks) (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sexualcabinetry) wrote,@ 2008-10-07 22:29:00 |
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Ach du lieber, what a miserable day.
I show up to work to find all store managers present, have a group hemorrhoid about the district president showing up for a spot check tomorrow. First thing I'm told after walking in is that the janitor just quit less than 15 minutes before I walked in (wonder why) and I was to fill his duties for the night, plus my regular duties, plus work cashier (I like to pronounce it "cash-YAY!" just to spice things up). I recognize that this is just a temporary situation and that I'm at least thanked for my team spirit, but Jeepers H. Crackers was I all quisling'd up. I've never done any sort of janitorial before, let alone mopped more than three times in my life, so I was simultaneously completely oblivious to obvious mistakes and overeager on the minor details.
Then, to add weirdness into the equation, a house across the street burnt down (completely) and people were shrieking and terrified about it. To make it worse, I went out on smoke break, and found the bag that the arsonist dropped, full of firecrackers. I don't think it was a deliberate arson, just some kid playing with firecrackers for some reason ended up setting a house on fire. I had to call the police and fill out a report, and then get lectured by the police that if I see a suspicious bag, I'm not allowed to touch it. In hindsight, most definitely. It's just not one of those things you think about when you're just trying to do a job. I ended up losing an hour out of my already cramped schedule.
I'm at least pretty stable medicationally at the moment, otherwise I probably wouldn't have a job right now.
Seriously, retailers, could you just fucking relax for one moment in your life? Customers don't care if things aren't faced properly or the top-stock isn't shelved. You want us to sell things, I completely understand, but which way the toilet paper goes does not help us sell things.
I show up to work to find all store managers present, have a group hemorrhoid about the district president showing up for a spot check tomorrow. First thing I'm told after walking in is that the janitor just quit less than 15 minutes before I walked in (wonder why) and I was to fill his duties for the night, plus my regular duties, plus work cashier (I like to pronounce it "cash-YAY!" just to spice things up). I recognize that this is just a temporary situation and that I'm at least thanked for my team spirit, but Jeepers H. Crackers was I all quisling'd up. I've never done any sort of janitorial before, let alone mopped more than three times in my life, so I was simultaneously completely oblivious to obvious mistakes and overeager on the minor details.
Then, to add weirdness into the equation, a house across the street burnt down (completely) and people were shrieking and terrified about it. To make it worse, I went out on smoke break, and found the bag that the arsonist dropped, full of firecrackers. I don't think it was a deliberate arson, just some kid playing with firecrackers for some reason ended up setting a house on fire. I had to call the police and fill out a report, and then get lectured by the police that if I see a suspicious bag, I'm not allowed to touch it. In hindsight, most definitely. It's just not one of those things you think about when you're just trying to do a job. I ended up losing an hour out of my already cramped schedule.
I'm at least pretty stable medicationally at the moment, otherwise I probably wouldn't have a job right now.
Seriously, retailers, could you just fucking relax for one moment in your life? Customers don't care if things aren't faced properly or the top-stock isn't shelved. You want us to sell things, I completely understand, but which way the toilet paper goes does not help us sell things.
