...In fact, I did. With tears of frustration, no doubt! Yes, out of pure frustration they were, but I couldn't believe how horrid the day was quickly becoming, all thanks to my job. I really didn't want to be at work. Why are the higher deities mocking me so?
It all began Wednesday. I was closing, which a surprise from my normal shifts of opening the store. Anyway, I went to go check the temperatures of the two coolers and one freezer we have in the store. To my disbelief the freezer was reading positive thirty, not what it should be which was negative three or somewhere around there. That's a huge difference. Alarmed I checked it out. The lights were off, and it wasn't cold at all inside. I looked at the sheet where the temperatures must be written down every morning and night. My second key opened and, just like always, he forgot to even check it.
The freezer had been broken all day!!
Let's just say that my main manager came in, sometime after closing, to fix the thing. She got it working but, by the next morning when I came in to open, I found duct tape all over the doors and a sign saying "nothing can be sold from this freezer section". I checked the temperature of it on a whim. Positive fifty. Holy hell.
Well, I had a feeling that it was going to be a bloody brilliant day. I went about my task as usual, and both my cashier and I found the door was broken. You know those sliding electronic doors that most stores have? Yeah. They were keeping in the "shut" position, making a strange clicking noise when people walked up. Of course, to remedy that we simply pried the doors open and left them that way. That didn't help the AC in the upper front of the store, so in the end it was sweltering. Thank god I worked in the back that day. We later got it fixed.
Tried to push out stock as much as I could. It was hard, mainly because every single rolltainer I picked through had 60% of stuff I couldn't put away (mainly stuff for special sales at the END of the month). So, in the end, it looked like I did squat when I really pushed out stock for four to five hours.
People kept asking me for the stupidest things. They were quite literally looking right at the toliet paper and would ask me, get THIS, "where's the toliet paper"? Yeah. That's beautiful. That and a lady was asking me, "do you have any wet wipes"? After showing her what I had for several minutes, she finally turned to me and said....
"Oh, no, I meant the kind of wet wipes for HANDS, not for babies."
I stared at her. Lady, I had been helping for for a minute or two and now you're just telling me this? Quite frankly you can use these unscented ones JUST AS GOOD as the other ones!!
Speaking of the customers.... For some reason, they must have thought yesterday was the day to put me down (aka "verbally bash Mandy until she went insane" wink , including my normally sweet cashier. I was doing everything as normal, smiling and being nice, and the world decided to take a dump squarely on my life. Wow. That was 'amusing'. (Note the SARCASM in that single paragraph)
The big thing that made me frustrated as hell was this new girl we hired. Sure, she's affable. Quite the nice girl. She's been here for only two weeks What bugs me is she comes in late every day for her shift as well as coming in later, EVERY SINGLE TIME, from her breaks (taking an extra ten to fifteen minutes chatting on the phone or smoking a cigarette). What the heck is wrong with her? She's also called in, on average, twice a week. This has made me take more shifts on just to make up for her lack of being able to come in.
So, now that I began that part, let's say she called Wednesday night saying there was something about some sort of meeting and she had to work the evening shift rather then morning. Swapping of another cashier's shift, so to speak. Okay, sure, that could be done. No problem. It was easy to fix. What BUGGED me was about an hour before she came in her friggin' mother calls in saying, "Oh, so sorry, she can't come in today".
AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! stressed
I went into the stock room and started cursing under my breath to myself. Actually, I sat down in a chair in the break room and cried a little bit. Normally I don't cry. Serious. I'm actually very much not the emotional kind of person when it comes to getting upset about something. I may get sympathetic or sad, but I don't cry. For the last few days I've been going through a weird depression at work and, well, this didn't help me one iota. Crying is saved aside- I normally spaz out instead or become reserved and distant. Kinda creepy, actually, now that I think about it....
After hearing that girl called off, I knew there wasn't a thing I could do. I knew what was going to happen. Two workers had the day off. The one cashier that worked the morning COULDN'T work the evening. That meant I had to pull an all day shift, meaning twelve hours STRAIGHT. DEAR GOD!
This wouldn't be a problem but, you have to understand, how many times this has happened with this girl. There's just no end to it. I'm always the one called in when anyone can't make it, either.
It ended up okay. I had to work a little bit longer than usual but, because she managed to get someone else to come in for a few hours I was able to come home at a decent time.
Yeah. Life likes to screw around with me. I was even trying to type up my report of the day in Journal entry and the computer flashed up "System Error, computer shutting down" seven times!! Hence, well, why I'm writing it this morning.
I want to go back to bed...
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P.S: There was one funny thing that made my working day...er.... "worthwhile", humor wise. There was this strange customer. She was about eighty- give or take. Anyway, she was buying a four tier shelf to put together. It's one of those snapping kinds (really easy to assemble).
Anyway, she stood there, asking questions such as, "would this be good for my DVDs"? Wait, that shelf is open faced on all sides. The DVDs would simply fall off of it with even the slightest movement.
Whatever. She wouldn't listen.
It wasn't until she really got excited did I start to hear something. I amazed I can hold back my smirks and laughter that well. She had been farting, quite loudly. She was simply talking over her continuous farting as if there was nothing going on. She, herself, scared me. Her jaw clicked, with every word she said, as if it was made of metal. She had scary wide eyes and everything. God. Imagine "Chibi" eyes and you've got it.
...Yesterday was weird.
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