Mood: 
Pleased
Yo. So, today wasn’t like yesterday or the day before in a few areas. First off, I was put to the task of hauling boxes of “Harvest” and Christmas things to the center of the main isle. Apparently, our customers are smart enough to find it if it isn’t put anywhere but smack dab in front of their faces right as they walk in the door. So the entire center isle, starting about 7 feet away from the front doors, is lined with Harvest and then Christmas nick-nacks (patty-wack, give that dog a bone!).
As well, it’s evident that the two hurricanes (Katrina mostly but Rita as well) have set us back in so many things. For one, the time. We have not had time to unload stock that’s been piling up for about 4 weeks. Also, on our sales. People are coming to buy fabric mostly. But very few of them are actually buying decorations and the nick-nacks that we’ve set up. Why? Because most of them are lucky to be alive and have their house, dammit! Of course people aren’t thinking about buy a wreath with a few squash and pumpkins and autumn colored leaves and stuff in it if they’re houses are flooded!
Ok, the rant for this section is over. So I worked with Mrs. Shirley, Mrs. Brenda, and Mrs. D (names may be changed once I recheck if that’s actually their names). Mrs. Brenda is nice and she’s very conscientious about what I may be learning. She goes almost out of her way to point things out to me so that I’m aware, even though I may still ask her a few times down the road. Mrs. Shirley...she’s nice enough, but she’s always running around...well like a beheaded chicken! She’s always so busy, and she’s always so tired of working there because of all the extra work she has to do. Then there’s Mrs. D. God, I love Mrs. D. Mrs. D is simple. She’s nice, but she certainly isn’t a worrier. She tells you what you want to know without holding your hand. Customers come up and ask a question and she’s got a simple answer for them.
“No.”
“It’d be over in that section.”
“Don’t lift things that are too heavy for you, Andrew can do that later.”
“That goes with the felts under 25% off. Always check your tags, they give hints.”
“I think that’s rayon, I’ll hunt for it later.”
“Would you just go home!”
God, I want to be this woman when I’m her age. She has a serious ‘not takin’ it’ attitude that I love. She’s not by any means rude, but she certainly doesn’t mince her words...if you know what I mean.
I didn’t really get my lunch break till about 1 this time. I was swaying on my feet from hunger too. I clocked out at 12:58 exactly, and promptly heated up the container of Mom’s spaghetti. It was so good, but I tell you, it was gone in 60 seconds. So, I’m sitting there, and about ¼ of the container is still full of spaghetti sauce. And, if you’re like me, you know the sauce is the good part. It’s the part that flavors the spaghetti after all. So, I couldn’t just dump it, and I had no intentions of downing it by itself (I could just see one of my supervisors walk in as I was doing that /shudder). So I look around, and I spot a box of Ritz crackers...glowing with angel’s singing in the background. And, as I’ve been repeatedly told, everything that’s left out on the table is fair game for anyone (but if it’s in the fridge and it isn’t yours, don’t touch!). So I grabbed a few of them and started dunking them in the spaghetti.Heaven! It was so good! I was amazed I’d never thought of it before...I will definitely have to jot that down whenever we have spaghetti again.
Ok, enough about lunch. So, I clock on again at 1:28, and head back out on the floor. My feet are still killing me, but I’ve learned to suck it up and deal. I knew from looking on the schedule that the infamous Holly would be coming in to work at 2. Holy is the supervisor on the floor. Her very name should send chills down new employee’s spines…Or at least, that’s what Mr. Davenport wants everyone to believe. Sorry, no go here. You see, I was given this speech when I first got hired on.
“Holly is the one you have to impress. If she doesn’t like you, you’re liable to go.” That’s great. It means he values the opinions of those under him who have a clue as to what is going on when he’s not around. Personally, I don’t care. I do my job to the best of my ability. If it’s not good enough then, maybe I shouldn’t be working there. There might be some people out there that fear their bosses and supervisors. But as for me, if I can’t talk with my boss as if he’s just your average Joe (or Jane), then that job’s not gonna work for me.
Here’s what I have gathered of Holly during the short time that I saw her. She works the hell out of her job. She’s tunnel visioned. I don’t know if she even so much as looked at me while she was working. She was just so busy focusing on what needed to be done, she didn’t bother. Also, she’s not that all-fire frightening. When I actually shook her hand, she smiled and seemed quite friendly.
But honestly, I didn’t really get that much of an impression of her other than that. I worked, and when I was done and Tiffany and Lucy had clocked on, I asked if they were ok with me clocking out. Then, I went out to the car and got my wallet. My Mom’s been mentioning that her best friend (fondly called ‘Aunt Batty’), love flamingoes. And we have some pretty fabric with flamingoes there. So I went and got the fabric, and had it cut. That was when I actually talked to Holly, as she was at the register. I introduced myself and she introduced herself and I said something like.
“I think you’re the one I’m supposed to be afraid of...” and she laughed. Then I said, “But Mr. Davenport said that about a lot of people around here...maybe that was just a joke.” I think she said she wasn’t sure. Either way, she was smiling, and I’m hoping that’s a good indication. I hate it when you can’t have an easy-going working relationship with everyone you work with.
OK, so, I went home and Dad had decided to buy me a new shower head...because, mine’s been wigging out on me for the past...year. He finally thought he’d had it fixed, but then it wigged again. So we went to Lowe’s and got that — didn’t take too long really. When I’m shopping, I like to look here and there, but mostly it’s about getting what I want to get done, and getting out. So then, we went to Outback to celebrate my birthday. Tomorrow is my birthday...I’ll be 22 years old. But Dad and Mom knew they couldn’t take me out since I’d be working 2-9. But then Dad’s usually off shore on my birthday, so just having him around is nice.
But anyway, supper was wonderful. Mom and Dad got salads. I got Toowoomba Pasta (kinda spicy), Dad got a steak, and Mom got soup. We were so busy sampling each other foods, that we all got full and it looked like our dishes were all half eaten. God, I love it when that happens. Because then the food is automatically mine. They don’t tend to like their left-overs as much, so they always say, “Oh, do you think you might want to eat this later, Honey?” and when I nod they decide they might as well get it to go then.
When we got home I watches Virginia’s Run. It was a cute little movie, but it was also extremely predictable. Still it was cute. But it won’t be making its way to the wish list. Which...is good, because I really don’t need to add items to that.
After putting that back in its case so that Mom can take it back to the Library, I got online and checked mail. Out of the 13 e-mails I had, only 4 were from people I know, and 3 of those 4 were newsletters or automated 3-mails. Figures. I did manage to talk a lot with my Twin-san (![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
animequeen), which was good. We don’t get to talk often now that we actually have lives...I’m just glad that I actually have a life now, instead of being the dorky friend who can’t manager to do anything, and is always pining away for a friend. Oh wait.../laughs that describes me perfectly! Oh well.
Also, I got an e-mail today from Amazon, telling me that they had shipped my Black&White 2 game today...well that’s great, but you were supposed to ship it yesterday with 2 day shipping so I could have it by my birthday. It was last checked in at Lexington Kentucky at 7 something tonight. Unless they fly the sucker, there’s no way it’s getting here on time. But then, that would be so Amazon lately.
Oh well, I’d better go and take my pills so that I can get a good nights sleep (sarcasm? Hmm). I can actually sleep a little late tomorrow, but I do wanna wake up no later than 10. I want to put a load of clothes on to wash.
That will be all for this (huge) entry. Goodnight everyone.
YOU ARE MOLY
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