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You've got questions, i've got pain
Apr. 3rd, 2004 08:04 pmGood grief, you lot are effective. I wonder if you all hoped for me to win a gazzilion bucks if that would happen too? ;)
Day three at work was feet numbing. The headache wasn't so bad, but maybe that's due to the fact that I've had two sodas, and lunch from Taco Bell already? I learned all kinds of tricks today, and one very nice, if very perky, employee gave me a cheat sheet. I adore her now. :D I feel very weird because I'm getting the feeling that I'm just a smidge older than some, and way younger than other employees. Woe. Anyway, I basically conquered my fear of the intercom today, and it wasn't until I was halfway through that I was told I'd been doing it wrong. For shame, young people who tried to teach me. For shame! Anyway, I spent 8 hours at the front register, with about a 25 minute break. Which, since I didn't have any money, basically consisted of me wandering around the shopping center and seriously considering stopping in at Millie's [Jackie's, my nephew's mama, grandmother owns the store] and throwing myself on the mercy of the hairdresser. I found some dignity and decided water and half a piece of gum would have to make do for a lunch break type... thing.
Anyway, in my quest to learn and share all, I have come up with the following theories and tips for anyone who dares to ponder what Walgreens is like.
a) Never, ever call the photo department. You will most likely end up getting the front register [trainee bait] and they have to put your call on 'call park' or hold, and then call out over the intercom/PA system and then the photo people will ignore that voice. At least they do for me. :p
b) It's fine to call for the pharmacy. There's a transfer button that even *I* can work.
c) Best not buy your cigs there. If they ain't at the front, chances are they aren't going to inspire someone to run to the back and get some for you. Sorry, buddy.
d) Copping an attitude with any clerk is just a bad idea. Considering the place is vaguely cult-ish, chances aren't good that you'll pick on the one clerk everyone agreed to hate. Then you'll have an entire store full of clerks who will find ways to annoy you. Check the 'tude at the door.
e) I suspect the place is a cult. If only because everyone has the same kind of perky smile and they all say "You'll love it here. I do." Or at least use the same exact voice to say similar sentiments. Kinda creepy.
That aside, it was the day of the bridge run and... yeah. For awhile, dead. I was happy with dead. But then I somehow had a gazillion people in line. Ugh.
Boring stuff aside, I've been moved to third shift starting Tuesday @ 10pm. This means I'll have to find some place to tape Scrubs and maybe Century City, or possibly SVU. It also means no Impy on at night, but I might be on sometimes other than 6pm-8pm. Check local listings.
*coughs* And I'll be back later this evening to stalk. Promise. To try anyway.
*hugs* You all rock, man.
... No. I'm not drunk yet. Shush!
Day three at work was feet numbing. The headache wasn't so bad, but maybe that's due to the fact that I've had two sodas, and lunch from Taco Bell already? I learned all kinds of tricks today, and one very nice, if very perky, employee gave me a cheat sheet. I adore her now. :D I feel very weird because I'm getting the feeling that I'm just a smidge older than some, and way younger than other employees. Woe. Anyway, I basically conquered my fear of the intercom today, and it wasn't until I was halfway through that I was told I'd been doing it wrong. For shame, young people who tried to teach me. For shame! Anyway, I spent 8 hours at the front register, with about a 25 minute break. Which, since I didn't have any money, basically consisted of me wandering around the shopping center and seriously considering stopping in at Millie's [Jackie's, my nephew's mama, grandmother owns the store] and throwing myself on the mercy of the hairdresser. I found some dignity and decided water and half a piece of gum would have to make do for a lunch break type... thing.
Anyway, in my quest to learn and share all, I have come up with the following theories and tips for anyone who dares to ponder what Walgreens is like.
a) Never, ever call the photo department. You will most likely end up getting the front register [trainee bait] and they have to put your call on 'call park' or hold, and then call out over the intercom/PA system and then the photo people will ignore that voice. At least they do for me. :p
b) It's fine to call for the pharmacy. There's a transfer button that even *I* can work.
c) Best not buy your cigs there. If they ain't at the front, chances are they aren't going to inspire someone to run to the back and get some for you. Sorry, buddy.
d) Copping an attitude with any clerk is just a bad idea. Considering the place is vaguely cult-ish, chances aren't good that you'll pick on the one clerk everyone agreed to hate. Then you'll have an entire store full of clerks who will find ways to annoy you. Check the 'tude at the door.
e) I suspect the place is a cult. If only because everyone has the same kind of perky smile and they all say "You'll love it here. I do." Or at least use the same exact voice to say similar sentiments. Kinda creepy.
That aside, it was the day of the bridge run and... yeah. For awhile, dead. I was happy with dead. But then I somehow had a gazillion people in line. Ugh.
Boring stuff aside, I've been moved to third shift starting Tuesday @ 10pm. This means I'll have to find some place to tape Scrubs and maybe Century City, or possibly SVU. It also means no Impy on at night, but I might be on sometimes other than 6pm-8pm. Check local listings.
*coughs* And I'll be back later this evening to stalk. Promise. To try anyway.
*hugs* You all rock, man.
... No. I'm not drunk yet. Shush!
