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Apr. 8th, 2004 07:07 pmYou know all the good things I said about third shift? I take them back, even if it's only momentarily. Last night was the anti-fun. My first customer? I screwed up. I had to call the manager like 60 billion times and I was at the front register all night. This might not have been too awful if not for my billions of mistakes and the fact that I was foolishly hoping to avoid front register duties as much as possible. Complicating this is the fact that when I checked my schedule for the next week, I found the letters CKO near most of my shifts. I'm assuming this is... checkout? Crap. Plus two nights this week I come in at midnight [not complaining] and leave at 8am [complaints lodged in my head].
But what really made last night suck, as far as working goes, was that I spent yesterday afternoon walking Ari's dog around Brittlebank Park for an hour and my feet were killing me. I like the dog and the friend, but she was filling out paperwork for an hour and a half and I was supposed to be asleep. But she was under the impression that it would take, max, a half an hour.
8 Citadel busses, 25 blue cars, 15 red cars, and two walks around the entire park later, she still wasn't done. So all night my feet were killing me. Amplified by the thought that I really should have been doing something other than what I was, but heaven help me, I couldn't figure out what. :/
Tonight I ask about payday.
I'm turning into one of those people who talks about nothing but work. I hate those people. Instead I will share one last tidbit and commence with the other stuff.
I sold like 15 pregnancy tests last night. o_O
And fuck. Somehow I ran out of time, again. That's it. No more phone calls.
*snorts at witchwars*
But what really made last night suck, as far as working goes, was that I spent yesterday afternoon walking Ari's dog around Brittlebank Park for an hour and my feet were killing me. I like the dog and the friend, but she was filling out paperwork for an hour and a half and I was supposed to be asleep. But she was under the impression that it would take, max, a half an hour.
8 Citadel busses, 25 blue cars, 15 red cars, and two walks around the entire park later, she still wasn't done. So all night my feet were killing me. Amplified by the thought that I really should have been doing something other than what I was, but heaven help me, I couldn't figure out what. :/
Tonight I ask about payday.
I'm turning into one of those people who talks about nothing but work. I hate those people. Instead I will share one last tidbit and commence with the other stuff.
I sold like 15 pregnancy tests last night. o_O
And fuck. Somehow I ran out of time, again. That's it. No more phone calls.
*snorts at witchwars*