Humbug
I almost never talk about work in my journal. It seems redundant to me. I already experienced talking about it with others, why bring it up here? However, today I just feel burnt out from it. Some of the stupidity of people is astounding. We get the most ridiculous questions that I don't want to answer but I have to anyway. Yesterday I dealt with a family whose two kids came up and asked me questions about things in the store. Not at all unusual. However, the boy came up 13 times and the girl came up 9 times. This was in a span of about 7-8 minutes. It took all of my patience to not slap one of them. How much is this? The price is on the back. These kids were maybe 10 and 13 so they can figure it out. Guh. It is only going to get worse when I start working the Big Back Yard. I am the one in charge down there and I can feel that my head is going to explode by the end of the summer. Last week my staffing plan got turned down by the Vice President. She only wants one person manning our station at a time to save money. Considering I have worked both years it has been open and know exactly the traffic flow and what happens perhaps they could trust my judgement. Fuck. I am going to get so many angry people and complaints. It is going to be fucked up. Seriously.
But whatever, right?
But whatever, right?