Bored.
Bored bored bored.
Saturday night and I'm sitting at home because honestly I don't have enough energy after today to go and do anything interesting, even if I had something interesting planned for the evening.
Work sucked immensely. Our store manager's last day was yesterday, he's moving across town to help open the new store, so we get some guy in who was (I think) from the Orland store. And he comes in with all these great ideas, and all this drive, which is good in a way, but I know this store will beat it out of him before too long. I've checked, most stores actually run a lot better than ours, so it's not just that the company sucks. We just can't seem to get organized, or stay there on the rare occasions it's forced on us. We're operating at way higher traffic numbers than the place was designed for, for one. It's an older store, and when it was built, the town wasn't nearly as big. Or growing as fast. There's been a real boom in the area lately, people trying to escape the suburbs, which, of course, turns the place they flee to into the new suburbs. There are major commercial areas where I remember farmland. And I'm 23. My useful memory isn't all that long. I'm talking about 10 years ago, cornfield. 5 years ago, corn. Today: starbucks.
So today's customer of the day. I'm stocking the Coke (not my job, BTW) and a lady asks me if we have seltzer water. I reply that I'm not sure (as it's not my area), but if we do, they'd be one aisle over by the margariate mixes and such, next to the water. A minute later, she comes back around. "Do you have this in cases?" Nope. Proceeds to argue with me. "How do you know if you didn't know if you even carried it?" "That would be because I spent the first half of yesterday in that part of the warehouse, and we have virtually no liquid-type things at all there" So, naturally, I'm asked to go check anyway. In the back I stare at the vast empty space that I knew was there, and my boss walks by, and asks me what I'm doing. I make a strangling motion with my hands and say that I'm helping a customer, and she laughs. The lady's response to my report of a complete lack of cases of seltzer water. "I guess I'll just have to load like a thousand of the bottles into my cart then"
Proceeds to grab three.
That's just short of half of what she was asking me to haul out for her in the first place.
Saturday night and I'm sitting at home because honestly I don't have enough energy after today to go and do anything interesting, even if I had something interesting planned for the evening.
Work sucked immensely. Our store manager's last day was yesterday, he's moving across town to help open the new store, so we get some guy in who was (I think) from the Orland store. And he comes in with all these great ideas, and all this drive, which is good in a way, but I know this store will beat it out of him before too long. I've checked, most stores actually run a lot better than ours, so it's not just that the company sucks. We just can't seem to get organized, or stay there on the rare occasions it's forced on us. We're operating at way higher traffic numbers than the place was designed for, for one. It's an older store, and when it was built, the town wasn't nearly as big. Or growing as fast. There's been a real boom in the area lately, people trying to escape the suburbs, which, of course, turns the place they flee to into the new suburbs. There are major commercial areas where I remember farmland. And I'm 23. My useful memory isn't all that long. I'm talking about 10 years ago, cornfield. 5 years ago, corn. Today: starbucks.
So today's customer of the day. I'm stocking the Coke (not my job, BTW) and a lady asks me if we have seltzer water. I reply that I'm not sure (as it's not my area), but if we do, they'd be one aisle over by the margariate mixes and such, next to the water. A minute later, she comes back around. "Do you have this in cases?" Nope. Proceeds to argue with me. "How do you know if you didn't know if you even carried it?" "That would be because I spent the first half of yesterday in that part of the warehouse, and we have virtually no liquid-type things at all there" So, naturally, I'm asked to go check anyway. In the back I stare at the vast empty space that I knew was there, and my boss walks by, and asks me what I'm doing. I make a strangling motion with my hands and say that I'm helping a customer, and she laughs. The lady's response to my report of a complete lack of cases of seltzer water. "I guess I'll just have to load like a thousand of the bottles into my cart then"
Proceeds to grab three.
That's just short of half of what she was asking me to haul out for her in the first place.