I am geektastic, I know
Sep. 3rd, 2007 04:01 amFor those of you who like to pretend to give half a damn about work, I spent much of last week watching, and occasionally helping, half of the Halloween aisle as it went up. Naturally they started with the candy, which is actually the part I care about the least. Or close to last, as I hate having to face the costumes so much so that I have grown to loathe them in general. It doesn't help that our costumes suck, so really, it's okay to hate in this case. Back to the candy. I can't think of anything that really stood out, other than they upped the candy corn and other assorted such goodies this go round. Which is great, because last year we sold out before October and people do not like to contemplate Halloween without candy corn. They really, really don't. On the other hand, I don't recall seeing a ton of extra boxes of candy in the stockroom, so I'm wondering if the store cut back on Halloween as much as they did for school supplies. If so, I might scream in horror.
And since the candy section bleeds into the electronic/Halloween lighting department, that went up. Well, some of it is, but a lot of it's the novelty stuff, like a zombie torso that crawls after you. Which is sort of awesome, though I think I want one to cart around and surprise pharmacy with on slow nights. Then there are the dancing skeletons, back again with their Livin' La Vida Loca. Really, again? Bah. There's the wall skull that says "hey, where you going?" and maybe one other thing. Boring. Then they shrunk all this stuff back three feet and added the extension cords and whatnot... for Christmas. Granted, there are some people who go big for Halloween and probably like the electrical cords, so I won't bitch too much.
You know what sucks, though? Liking your co-worker, wishing them to be happy and all, but wanting to effing kill them on a nightly basis. Like last night, when we opened up all night again [fuck you, Labor day] and I was told that when the tags were up, I could start the reset on aisle seven. I'm a dork, I love resets/revisions. LOVE. I don't love all of them, as whenever they redo the cold section, they make it impossible, or anything that involves moving shelves? Yeah, not for me. I don't do cos resets as they involve a whole mess of assembly required. That leaves most of the rest of the store for me to happily destroy and then fix. I was also feeling incredibly sick off and on all night, and ticked as hell that I was running around the whole store putting up tags and when I'd come back to re-stuff my pockets, I'd find her. Standing. Talking. Staring off into space. None of the tags I left up front where she could get to them were touched. Or she was going through the totes, which would have been fine, except most, if not all? I'd done the day before. I could understand the boxes of batteries and stuff, but it's like, hello! We have but one mission tonight and that's tags. It's always been tags, and it always will be. Except for next week up through Thanksgiving when it might be totes and tags. But tags are what we do now!
"D'you want me to put them up?" *headdesk* So then she makes grabby hands for the ones I have, in my hands, ignoring the sea of nicely organized ones in front of us. She grabs the baby aisle ones eventually, and I say that since I'll be on the front half of nine/eight/and then seven, first one of us to see a customer in need of ringing up will, y'know, ring 'em up. She stops dead in her tracks and says she'll just wait until I'm done.
*headdesk, take two* Baby aisle is directly in front of the front two registers. It's the easiest to direct people to, and the one you can see the registers from, even when you're at the very end. It is the one aisle whomever is stuck up front can usually do, so long as it isn't painfully busy. By this point the sky had opened up and the parking lot was quickly flooding. We were so not busy, k? So I send her on her merry way after I finish my little dance on the outer aisles, and then I come back, get my news about the reset, and I wait. I'd sorted the baby aisle stuff so that it would be incredibly easy. You just move down the aisle, spin, and continue moving down the aisle. I admit, I loathe the back of aisle three in theory, but then I remember all you have to do is figure out which price is the one on sale and you're golden. You just look for all the diapers/pads/whatever that are that price normally, check the numbers, and within minutes you're FREE.
45 minutes later I'm still waiting, and at this point I'm torn between puking and choking her. Cass calls and distracts me and we discuss the remake of Halloween [she gives thumbs up] and various things, and then she [name withheld to protect the innocent] comes up. I think she's done, but instead she hands me a pile she couldn't find and returns to the aisle to work on the diaper half.
Do you know who has to look up the ones other people can't find? That's right, me. Sometimes it's a seasonal thing and I just shove 'em aside or in the trash, depending on the odds of the item still being in stock, but for most of the rest, I have to hunt down the stuff and slap the tag up. Which is okay, as I'm ego-centric enough to like that they figure if I can't find it, odds are good it can't easily be found. Love that, actually. But when I'm all but done and want to move on to something else, finding a big stack of stuff someone else couldn't do? Makes me slide to the ground and bash my head on the desperately in need of a wax floor. And no matter what I do or say, I can't convince other people that doubles are only to be kept if they're going to show up on the promo aisle somewhere. If they're getting a display somewhere and you know it, sure, keep them for it. If it's just a sea of sixteen tags for the same item, throw the other fifteen out. Don't bring them back and bundle them up! Trash 'em! Corporate is a bunch of idiots at times. Look at how they dealt with our little "security" issue. Bah.
To finally shut myself up, I did get to start and finish [except one little mylar. Woe.] the reset, just in time. Even got my break in there, too.
Onward.
Dear people of MO on paperbackswap.com;
Before you request my fantastically cheesy books, please, please, PLEASE make sure you've checked your address lately. This is the second time [two for two in recent activity, no less!] that I've gone to send something to someone and the damn thing was returned because you don't live there anymore. Check your damn address. The first girl got off because it was, y'know, the first. But the second? Yeah, I ain't happy.$1.81 doesn't seem like a lot of money, but factor in the gas to get to the post office and the thought of having to send it twice? NYARGH.
And now I look around and realize it looks like a pigstye up here, so I'm going to go unload the dishwasher, clear out half the sink, and then soak some of these glasses. Okay, and then I'm going to ditz around my favorite places that I've been neglecting.
And since the candy section bleeds into the electronic/Halloween lighting department, that went up. Well, some of it is, but a lot of it's the novelty stuff, like a zombie torso that crawls after you. Which is sort of awesome, though I think I want one to cart around and surprise pharmacy with on slow nights. Then there are the dancing skeletons, back again with their Livin' La Vida Loca. Really, again? Bah. There's the wall skull that says "hey, where you going?" and maybe one other thing. Boring. Then they shrunk all this stuff back three feet and added the extension cords and whatnot... for Christmas. Granted, there are some people who go big for Halloween and probably like the electrical cords, so I won't bitch too much.
You know what sucks, though? Liking your co-worker, wishing them to be happy and all, but wanting to effing kill them on a nightly basis. Like last night, when we opened up all night again [fuck you, Labor day] and I was told that when the tags were up, I could start the reset on aisle seven. I'm a dork, I love resets/revisions. LOVE. I don't love all of them, as whenever they redo the cold section, they make it impossible, or anything that involves moving shelves? Yeah, not for me. I don't do cos resets as they involve a whole mess of assembly required. That leaves most of the rest of the store for me to happily destroy and then fix. I was also feeling incredibly sick off and on all night, and ticked as hell that I was running around the whole store putting up tags and when I'd come back to re-stuff my pockets, I'd find her. Standing. Talking. Staring off into space. None of the tags I left up front where she could get to them were touched. Or she was going through the totes, which would have been fine, except most, if not all? I'd done the day before. I could understand the boxes of batteries and stuff, but it's like, hello! We have but one mission tonight and that's tags. It's always been tags, and it always will be. Except for next week up through Thanksgiving when it might be totes and tags. But tags are what we do now!
"D'you want me to put them up?" *headdesk* So then she makes grabby hands for the ones I have, in my hands, ignoring the sea of nicely organized ones in front of us. She grabs the baby aisle ones eventually, and I say that since I'll be on the front half of nine/eight/and then seven, first one of us to see a customer in need of ringing up will, y'know, ring 'em up. She stops dead in her tracks and says she'll just wait until I'm done.
*headdesk, take two* Baby aisle is directly in front of the front two registers. It's the easiest to direct people to, and the one you can see the registers from, even when you're at the very end. It is the one aisle whomever is stuck up front can usually do, so long as it isn't painfully busy. By this point the sky had opened up and the parking lot was quickly flooding. We were so not busy, k? So I send her on her merry way after I finish my little dance on the outer aisles, and then I come back, get my news about the reset, and I wait. I'd sorted the baby aisle stuff so that it would be incredibly easy. You just move down the aisle, spin, and continue moving down the aisle. I admit, I loathe the back of aisle three in theory, but then I remember all you have to do is figure out which price is the one on sale and you're golden. You just look for all the diapers/pads/whatever that are that price normally, check the numbers, and within minutes you're FREE.
45 minutes later I'm still waiting, and at this point I'm torn between puking and choking her. Cass calls and distracts me and we discuss the remake of Halloween [she gives thumbs up] and various things, and then she [name withheld to protect the innocent] comes up. I think she's done, but instead she hands me a pile she couldn't find and returns to the aisle to work on the diaper half.
Do you know who has to look up the ones other people can't find? That's right, me. Sometimes it's a seasonal thing and I just shove 'em aside or in the trash, depending on the odds of the item still being in stock, but for most of the rest, I have to hunt down the stuff and slap the tag up. Which is okay, as I'm ego-centric enough to like that they figure if I can't find it, odds are good it can't easily be found. Love that, actually. But when I'm all but done and want to move on to something else, finding a big stack of stuff someone else couldn't do? Makes me slide to the ground and bash my head on the desperately in need of a wax floor. And no matter what I do or say, I can't convince other people that doubles are only to be kept if they're going to show up on the promo aisle somewhere. If they're getting a display somewhere and you know it, sure, keep them for it. If it's just a sea of sixteen tags for the same item, throw the other fifteen out. Don't bring them back and bundle them up! Trash 'em! Corporate is a bunch of idiots at times. Look at how they dealt with our little "security" issue. Bah.
To finally shut myself up, I did get to start and finish [except one little mylar. Woe.] the reset, just in time. Even got my break in there, too.
Onward.
Dear people of MO on paperbackswap.com;
Before you request my fantastically cheesy books, please, please, PLEASE make sure you've checked your address lately. This is the second time [two for two in recent activity, no less!] that I've gone to send something to someone and the damn thing was returned because you don't live there anymore. Check your damn address. The first girl got off because it was, y'know, the first. But the second? Yeah, I ain't happy.$1.81 doesn't seem like a lot of money, but factor in the gas to get to the post office and the thought of having to send it twice? NYARGH.
And now I look around and realize it looks like a pigstye up here, so I'm going to go unload the dishwasher, clear out half the sink, and then soak some of these glasses. Okay, and then I'm going to ditz around my favorite places that I've been neglecting.