Usually I try not to blog on the weekends because no one really reads them but I need to vent. Work has done nothing but piss me off the last couple days. It all started on Saturday...
I traded shifts with Stanford at work because I didn't want to go into work first thing in the morning..so when I arrived I found out that I was an "extra body" meaning I was doing all the cleaning and whatever odd jobs they had for me. So basically they made me their bitch. I started doing the cleaning but the cleaners had been in the night before so there was very little for me to do...sweeping, emptying garbage cans, making sure all the registers had bags. It took about fourty five minutes. So when I finished that the manager told me to go find the other manger for something to do. Well he suggested doing returns and picking up baskets, that took about fifteen minutes. And it sucked, except for the part where I flirted with the cute packer. So after 15 minutes of a pure suckfest I went in the backroom to sit on some cases of pop...but that backfired because the nice manager put me to work. So I spent my time putting oatmeal, cookies and soup on the shelf. And in between those jobs I'd have to go look at cute packer. When I finished all of that it was time for a break. I took an extra long break, because there was nothing for me to do so I may as well piss around in the break room. Then I came downstairs and who should be there? Cute packer. And he had a job for me! I was ecstatic, it was no longer a bore fest. We spent over an hour stacking the bread shelves. After taking our time smashing bread on to shelves I was sent to produce. And like everyone else they had nothing for me to do. So I went to back to the manager who sent me home 45 minutes early. Then on my way out I ran into one of the other cashiers who wanted me to sit with her while she was on break. After her break ended Cute packer was going on his lunch which is an hour long. Cute packer invited me to sit with him, which I did and did not even care that I was missing my bus. It was nice, he is nice, his eyebrow ring looks very nice. So I finally went home and despite my wicked hangover and sucky day it was worth it to talk to Cute packer.
Today was not quite a suck fest. It was sucky but the busy kind of sucky. Today they had so much for me to do but didn't give me enough time to do it. I was on Cash and Box duty. Box duty means cleaning out all the bins where we keep boxes for the frugal customers who refuse to buy bags for a nickel. And let me tell you it was gross but I'm a brave girl. So they started me on boxes which I was enjoying because I was way too tired to handle people. So as I was cleaning out the garbage and sweeping the bottom of the bins the manager comes and tells me to hop on Cash. So I'm on Cash, then there's no one coming, so it was back to the boxes. Busting my ass cleaning moldy food and other forms of disgusting debris when another manager comes and bitches that I should be on Cash. Sitting at my register doing absolutely nothing when a different manager tells me to go back to boxes. Enjoying bin diving when I'm told to go on my break ...at this point I'm frustrated and feel like screaming "What is it exactly that you would like me to do?!!!!" So I go on my break...taking my sweet time and decided "I don't give a fuck what they tell me I'm getting the boxes finished then I will go back on Cash." So I'm in the back folding boxes to go in to the baylor when I hear "K------ to cash" So I stomp out of the back room cursing the managers and their damn office. Hop on cash and finish my shift.I stop at the office to see the manager who paged me to go on Cash...guess what the glorified cashier is doing. Drinking chocolate milk and reading a magazine. I felt like reaching through the window to scream in her face "You're bitching at me to get on Cash when last week you were a cashier until you were promoted?!" So it's back to my register where a customer comes with a basket of bread. She plants the basket in front of me and just stands there. I look at her like "What? Are you going to take the shit out of your basket? I mean you put it in there to begin with?" But she didn't she waited for me to do it and the whole time I'm cursing her in my head. I'm calling her every name in the book and hoping she trips on her way out. Shift ends. Time to punch out, take a quick peek at the schedule, oh what's that? They added a shift. It's on Wednesday - I get to do inventory of the dollar crap aisle. And that's not even the best part of it, because we are revamping the dollar aisle we have to pack all the stupid shit up. So I checked who else was doing inventory - me, K and Stanford. Which means Stanford and I are going to get absolutely nothing done because we have a habit of not getting stuff done when we work together. Which is always fun. But there is a bonus to this, we have five hours to get it done and if we don't we have to stay until it's done. I'm going to turn it into an eight hour day, especially since they made me an extra on Saturday and sent me home early. I'm pissed about that, maybe you noticed?
The rest of my week consists of closing the store down which I don't mind because you don't have to deal with customers, they managers put better music on the P.A. and you basically pretend to clean and do returns until the boss yells "You can go home now!" The only crappy part about that is I have to take the bus home late at night. But I kinda like it.
So work sucks, but like I said I'll do almost anything for money.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
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ALMOST,right? Don't scare your mom like that..
Exactly what I was going to say!!! Almost, right?
I wish I lived there so I could come through your line, with all my bulk items without a code, an empty carton of drippy chocolate milk for you to scan, and a leaking bag of of rice and/or flour....wouldn't you love me then?
Lucky for me, we don't have a bulk section! I get lots of empty packages and they don't bother me but leaky meat --YUCK!'
hahaha
Hang in there babe, we all gotta do a crap job and pay our dues.
Blah blah blah.
drippy meat. Even I can't deal with that.
Drippy meat... Not really an issue for me, but have a sticker on some thing, and man I freak out!!!!!
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