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May. 14th, 2004 04:05 pmTo Do Soon:
Find debit card pin number. This whole using it as a credit card thing means I get out of the store sixty times faster, but it takes three years for my bank to realize I've used any of my funds. Checks clear faster than this.
Buy Pepsi. Lots of Pepsi. Cold, sweet Pepsi.
Go to Manifest and raid the used bin. Do this the same day I get my eye exam or my glasses.
Which leads me to my next point of worry. Do I try to get my glasses ASAP and hope my eyes aren't too wonky from any exam, or what? Do they use those drops if you're getting your eyes checked in-store? I hate those drops. *twitches*
Kay. Today at work sucked massively. To start with, my ride fell asleep before she could take me. So I had to beg my father. Which wasn't too bad, except I realized after we nearly hit a dog that I'd forgotten my change on the table. Since this was how I was going to pay for my break Pepsi and Combos, I kind of needed it. So I ran inside after coming back home and worried frantically that Tiggy would escape again like he did when we first left. Oddly enough, even with both of those delays I was still four minutes early to work.
Where I realized that there were no totes to work on. No, instead we'd be cleaning the whole night. Which meant mopping when the need arose [and a lack of customers made it so we didn't have to find all the wet floor signs], sweeping, and facing. It got to the point where even the manager was grumbling about how fucking boring this was. But before the grumbling, I was told to clean the bathrooms and the break room, then spot mop where needed. The bathroom detail wasn't too bad, although I never did get around to the men's room since when I first started it was occupied. The break room was so cold I thought I would die happy. Only ten minutes into my cleaning I was paged to the front because Rachel wanted to switch. o_O Only I didn't know this when I went up there, or else I would have just pretended I was in the can and couldn't hear her. I am such a sap that I couldn't just tell her no. So I had to leave the icy cold wonder of the break room [which was filthy. My coworkers are pizza inhaling slobs, I tells ya] and brave the warm yet everyone complains "it's too cold!" front of the store.
Do you know how bored I was? I took apart displays just to put them back up again. Why? Because it killed time much more efficiently than just standing around trying not to get caught reading a magazine. But that wasn't so bad really.
The bad part was this morning. After 8. When no one had come up to the front register to let me off the damn hook. This woman came up with like, a gazilion items. 12 votive candles, six of these freakishly priced towels, and a million other things. I've never rung up these stupid towels [they involve some tricky maneuvering on the register you see] so when I rung them up and the total was more than $90, I was sure I'd done it wrong. So I voided the bitches off. And then it seems I voided all of them off and it was still high and I was just so fucking pissed off and tired and wanted to go home that I thought I was going to cry. Because it wasn't fair that we had six other fucking employees, not counting a manager mind you, in the store at that exact moment and not a one could be bothered to help with any of the other customers. They just stood around gossiping.
The sad part is towel lady was very, very nice. Battery lady who didn't fucking read her fucking coupon nearly ripped me a new one when I told her, ever so politely [I could have lied you know] that she'd gotten the wrong batteries for the coupon to be of any use. She glared at me and I thought I'd snap right then. It's not my fault you can't fucking read, you fucking moron! The coupon clearly says it's only valid on this particular brand of batteries, and as if that weren't easy enough, there are a hundred and twelve signs around the right batteries! Fuck you, and fuck your battery needing ways. I signed off immediately afterwards and ran for the office so I could get my paycheck where I learned that my favorite manager, the one who hired me, is no longer working at our store. I'm not sure he's working at any Walgreens.
This makes me sad. Almost as sad as the realization that the jerkoff of a store manager is only a dick to the overnight crew. Everyone else seems to love him. I missed Rose [not TS3 Rose, and not Ms McGowan] right then because she was the first person to make it known that I wasn't the only one who hated Mr. New Manager.
To add to the annoyance, it was the beginning of inventory day. Which might have been inventory weekend for all I know. Just... ugh.
And now I move on before my brain implodes from the annoyance.
When watching the Vh1/Blender 50 worst songs ever thing, I was struck by something. Say what they will, but We Didn't Start the Fire is an awesome song and anyone who says otherwise is just a Milli Vanilli loving freak.
Find debit card pin number. This whole using it as a credit card thing means I get out of the store sixty times faster, but it takes three years for my bank to realize I've used any of my funds. Checks clear faster than this.
Buy Pepsi. Lots of Pepsi. Cold, sweet Pepsi.
Go to Manifest and raid the used bin. Do this the same day I get my eye exam or my glasses.
Which leads me to my next point of worry. Do I try to get my glasses ASAP and hope my eyes aren't too wonky from any exam, or what? Do they use those drops if you're getting your eyes checked in-store? I hate those drops. *twitches*
Kay. Today at work sucked massively. To start with, my ride fell asleep before she could take me. So I had to beg my father. Which wasn't too bad, except I realized after we nearly hit a dog that I'd forgotten my change on the table. Since this was how I was going to pay for my break Pepsi and Combos, I kind of needed it. So I ran inside after coming back home and worried frantically that Tiggy would escape again like he did when we first left. Oddly enough, even with both of those delays I was still four minutes early to work.
Where I realized that there were no totes to work on. No, instead we'd be cleaning the whole night. Which meant mopping when the need arose [and a lack of customers made it so we didn't have to find all the wet floor signs], sweeping, and facing. It got to the point where even the manager was grumbling about how fucking boring this was. But before the grumbling, I was told to clean the bathrooms and the break room, then spot mop where needed. The bathroom detail wasn't too bad, although I never did get around to the men's room since when I first started it was occupied. The break room was so cold I thought I would die happy. Only ten minutes into my cleaning I was paged to the front because Rachel wanted to switch. o_O Only I didn't know this when I went up there, or else I would have just pretended I was in the can and couldn't hear her. I am such a sap that I couldn't just tell her no. So I had to leave the icy cold wonder of the break room [which was filthy. My coworkers are pizza inhaling slobs, I tells ya] and brave the warm yet everyone complains "it's too cold!" front of the store.
Do you know how bored I was? I took apart displays just to put them back up again. Why? Because it killed time much more efficiently than just standing around trying not to get caught reading a magazine. But that wasn't so bad really.
The bad part was this morning. After 8. When no one had come up to the front register to let me off the damn hook. This woman came up with like, a gazilion items. 12 votive candles, six of these freakishly priced towels, and a million other things. I've never rung up these stupid towels [they involve some tricky maneuvering on the register you see] so when I rung them up and the total was more than $90, I was sure I'd done it wrong. So I voided the bitches off. And then it seems I voided all of them off and it was still high and I was just so fucking pissed off and tired and wanted to go home that I thought I was going to cry. Because it wasn't fair that we had six other fucking employees, not counting a manager mind you, in the store at that exact moment and not a one could be bothered to help with any of the other customers. They just stood around gossiping.
The sad part is towel lady was very, very nice. Battery lady who didn't fucking read her fucking coupon nearly ripped me a new one when I told her, ever so politely [I could have lied you know] that she'd gotten the wrong batteries for the coupon to be of any use. She glared at me and I thought I'd snap right then. It's not my fault you can't fucking read, you fucking moron! The coupon clearly says it's only valid on this particular brand of batteries, and as if that weren't easy enough, there are a hundred and twelve signs around the right batteries! Fuck you, and fuck your battery needing ways. I signed off immediately afterwards and ran for the office so I could get my paycheck where I learned that my favorite manager, the one who hired me, is no longer working at our store. I'm not sure he's working at any Walgreens.
This makes me sad. Almost as sad as the realization that the jerkoff of a store manager is only a dick to the overnight crew. Everyone else seems to love him. I missed Rose [not TS3 Rose, and not Ms McGowan] right then because she was the first person to make it known that I wasn't the only one who hated Mr. New Manager.
To add to the annoyance, it was the beginning of inventory day. Which might have been inventory weekend for all I know. Just... ugh.
And now I move on before my brain implodes from the annoyance.
When watching the Vh1/Blender 50 worst songs ever thing, I was struck by something. Say what they will, but We Didn't Start the Fire is an awesome song and anyone who says otherwise is just a Milli Vanilli loving freak.
