oh work, why.

76 degrees at 5am just seems excessive. D: I'm debating taking the dog for a walk since I've been derelict in my duties all week but it shouldn't be this hot this early!

So, I'll put things off just a little while longer and blather about my work week. I just got off seven days in a row and I've gotta say blergh to it. It was okay the first five, although my feet started to hurt pretty early on in the week and my second day I was told that I'd be doing cig count alone. Y-a-y.
Still, things didn't really start falling apart until D's last day. Our cooler thieves came back (they'll come in pairs. One gets a cart and the other zooms straight for the Dove bodywash/deodorant, and they'll meet in the back and shove all their goodies into coolers and then walk out the store with them) and the annoying dude with the Napoleon complex came in numerous times. Dude, we all hate you. Go away. He tried to kiss the new girl, something I'm sure his wife would love to know.
Saturday the monthly tags didn't print or didn't get printed, but I forgot until RIGHT NOW that I know how to print them. It just didn't occur to me that the person I asked would lie about it... d'oh. Also, I spent the night running around hanging the weekly tags in my usual sections and elsewhere.
Sunday... oh, Sunday. It was cig count and I went in knowing this. About ten minutes into my shift, the ASM hands me the telxon and reminds me of my favorite thing ever. Maybe half an hour after that (and it's busy the whole time, btw. When he handed it over, I was answering a call, ringing someone up, and had a line of at least three people) the floor guy shows up, looking for a manager. I page him and think for one joyous second they're doing a surprise scrub and we'll close the store and I'll actually get to either avoid hell or do it pretty quickly without interruptions.

Nope. Oh, they do a scrub all right, but we don't close. At all. They rope aisles off and keep us open. Which means I spent the rest of the night dealing with Sunday drunks who don't understand why they can't just duck under the rope and get what they want. It's right there, who am I to tell them no, ha! Look what they just did, oooh, are you gonna stop them? Ha!
And I couldn't call for backup in telling people to go fuck themselves (nicely, of course) because the ASM isn't exactly the type to back you up and my SFL "accidentally" got herself landlocked over in photo when she came in. And by accidentally, I mean she totally sat back there, eating snacks, and waved them on by when they told her they were waxing that section and she'd be trapped back there. Which meant I got to handle everything up front myself. I got cussed out so much I just stopped keeping track.
At the end of the night she realized someone had ducked under the rope back by pharmacy and had left giant muddy foot prints in the wax. I bet the store manager flipped his shit over that. THIS IS WHY WE CLOSE. People do not accept being told no, they can't go somewhere.
So I spent the night more alone than I thought I would, unable to count for hours while being bitched at by customers, and really, really having to pee but unable to go even when the way to the bathroom was clear because the SFL intentionally got herself boxed in.

Monday my brain exploded. I think the fumes from the wax did a number on me and nothing I did alleviated the pain. Still, I had to go in. It wasn't as bad at work and there were three of us (right. Four of us Wed/Thurs, three of us Fri/Mon, and yet only one on Sunday. Total sense, yes?) and sarcasm about scheduling aside, it actually worked out pretty well since there's a huuuuuuuuuuuge reset in the pain/sleep aisle and uh, even with two of us, we still only made it halfway through. And that particular SFL is a reset machine so she definitely made a bigger dent than anyone else would have.
Oh, and apparently every annoying person to have ever walked through the door has decided to come back. I swear, I spent Saturday/Sunday mentally groaning, "Not you again!" to every third person who came in.

So my first day off was spent being a little lazy and trying to clean a little while still being lazy. This was thwarted by Cass calling and talking for three hours. (Yes.) Right through my lunch and she kept accidentally hanging up on me, which is probably what irked me since I enjoy talking to her otherwise. Then the dog stood on the couch by me and yelped just one sharp yelp RIGHT IN MY EAR and my headache came roaring back so fast that I thought I was going to pass out.


In less work related news, the walk with the dog wasn't bad. It didn't feel that hot, so either I've acclimated to the heat or the WC is wrong or... who knows. It definitely feels like when Summer is slowly starting to lose her grip and Autumn is slinking in. The dead leaves that would tumble across the road probably also helped with that. ;)
Oh, and one of the books I've had on my PBS wishlist came up as available so hopefully this time it'll actually be sent.
I read the new Monster High book yesterday about Cleo's mother. That was interesting. I could have done without the whole movies/boovies in Ancient Egypt thing but the rest of the book was pretty good. Lots of good Cleo moments and yay for mama de Nile's return. I just wish the book didn't feel quite so... fluffy? That might have had more to do with the renewed headache than the actual content of the book, though.


Blergh. I had another tangent but I'm bored and I'm trying to decide if I want to brave going anywhere today (the pool? Somehow the whole "brain eating amoeba in town!" news is enough to make me want to pass) or if I want to be a lump and hope for an interesting storm. Decisions.