I hate Halloween.
Friday was a pretty awful day. It really sucked. There were lines at the registers all day, the floor was a mess, customers were rude/annoying/assholes/&c. It was generally crappy.
Saturday absolutely blew. Saturday was one of the busiest days I've worked since starting on register. The floor was a disaster area; we ended up leaving with five racks left to roll back on the floor from the fitting rooms. Customers? Assholes.
Today? I spent my lunch hour on the phone with my mother, crying. First of all, I wasn't expecting to work today. I've never been scheduled for Sundays before, but I guess since I'm not going to be here this weekend Allison decided to schedule me for today and tomorrow instead of my usual Monday, Wednesday-Saturday. Tomorrow will be my seventh day in a row working. Thursday I worked from 1:00pm to 1:40am, setting up the new housewares fixtures after we closed. This morning we had the monthly meeting at 8:00am (as usual). I wasn't scheduled in until 11:00am. I locked my keys in the car. I took the two hours between the time the meeting got out and the start of my shift having Yuseph break into George with a hanger and going to Home Depot to get a spare key cut, which was admittedly nice since now I have a spare key (never have had one for George; not even my parents do).
So today was supposed to be the day I got to finish all the crap I have to finish, ie. unpacking and getting all my stuff ready for the Chrysalis this weekend. I also had planned to hang out with Erin, and was extra sad when she called me this morning to tell me Kelsey and Daniel had come up and were going to see a movie with her and Keith. I was supposed to go, but I was working. So I was bummed.
Anyway, after the breakdown at lunch, the day admittedly took a turn for the slightly-better. I didn't feel the need to burst into tears for the rest of the day (man, I still can't believe I actually cried, practically in public; I never cry in public, even if I want to), although I was certainly glad when we got to leave. We close at 7:00pm on Sundays, so that was a bonus.
Things will be better after this weekend. Hopefully I'll be all unpacked and put away by the time I head home on Wednesday (I do have Tuesday and Wednesday off this week in addition to the long weekend for the Chrysalis). And then, when I get back, it will be my birthday. Of course, I won't have enough money to grive back home for the "weekend" (next Wednesday and Thursday; my birthday being Tuesday) so I guess I'll just have to party up here or something. Or not. I'm so stressed out I've sort of forgotten about my birthday until I look at a calendar and go, "Oh, hey, look at that."
The bad news? It will only get worse until after Halloween. Oh the joys of working at a thrift store.
Oh, also, when I was hanging out at Wal-Mart this morning (the first place I went to get my car key cut, but they didn't have one long enough), I bought Sebrahn some Mela-Fix for what I believe to be his fin rot and possibly to help the weird bump on his head, and I also checked out all the depressed fishies living there (they do not take very good care of their fishies... it was very sad). I'm thinking for my 10 gallon tank: 1 black moor (Sherlock), one calico fantail (Watson), and a small pleco (Stanley Hopkins). It will be my London tank. That will be next month's project (on a break from NaNoWriMo... which Corinna is hopefully still going to nag me into doing). So I'm kind of excited about that.
Did I already tell you about the awesome mug Alison got me at the Goodwill? It's a glass mug with the Holmes shillouhette on it and "Sherlock Holmes" underneath. It's the best thing ever. Of course at Goodwill they were selling it for $0.99, and at we would have had it at $0.49... and gotten a discount on it, but hell, if it isn't the best mug ever. I keep drinking tea out of it like it's nobody's business. Best thing ever.
Saturday absolutely blew. Saturday was one of the busiest days I've worked since starting on register. The floor was a disaster area; we ended up leaving with five racks left to roll back on the floor from the fitting rooms. Customers? Assholes.
Today? I spent my lunch hour on the phone with my mother, crying. First of all, I wasn't expecting to work today. I've never been scheduled for Sundays before, but I guess since I'm not going to be here this weekend Allison decided to schedule me for today and tomorrow instead of my usual Monday, Wednesday-Saturday. Tomorrow will be my seventh day in a row working. Thursday I worked from 1:00pm to 1:40am, setting up the new housewares fixtures after we closed. This morning we had the monthly meeting at 8:00am (as usual). I wasn't scheduled in until 11:00am. I locked my keys in the car. I took the two hours between the time the meeting got out and the start of my shift having Yuseph break into George with a hanger and going to Home Depot to get a spare key cut, which was admittedly nice since now I have a spare key (never have had one for George; not even my parents do).
So today was supposed to be the day I got to finish all the crap I have to finish, ie. unpacking and getting all my stuff ready for the Chrysalis this weekend. I also had planned to hang out with Erin, and was extra sad when she called me this morning to tell me Kelsey and Daniel had come up and were going to see a movie with her and Keith. I was supposed to go, but I was working. So I was bummed.
Anyway, after the breakdown at lunch, the day admittedly took a turn for the slightly-better. I didn't feel the need to burst into tears for the rest of the day (man, I still can't believe I actually cried, practically in public; I never cry in public, even if I want to), although I was certainly glad when we got to leave. We close at 7:00pm on Sundays, so that was a bonus.
Things will be better after this weekend. Hopefully I'll be all unpacked and put away by the time I head home on Wednesday (I do have Tuesday and Wednesday off this week in addition to the long weekend for the Chrysalis). And then, when I get back, it will be my birthday. Of course, I won't have enough money to grive back home for the "weekend" (next Wednesday and Thursday; my birthday being Tuesday) so I guess I'll just have to party up here or something. Or not. I'm so stressed out I've sort of forgotten about my birthday until I look at a calendar and go, "Oh, hey, look at that."
The bad news? It will only get worse until after Halloween. Oh the joys of working at a thrift store.
Oh, also, when I was hanging out at Wal-Mart this morning (the first place I went to get my car key cut, but they didn't have one long enough), I bought Sebrahn some Mela-Fix for what I believe to be his fin rot and possibly to help the weird bump on his head, and I also checked out all the depressed fishies living there (they do not take very good care of their fishies... it was very sad). I'm thinking for my 10 gallon tank: 1 black moor (Sherlock), one calico fantail (Watson), and a small pleco (Stanley Hopkins). It will be my London tank. That will be next month's project (on a break from NaNoWriMo... which Corinna is hopefully still going to nag me into doing). So I'm kind of excited about that.
Did I already tell you about the awesome mug Alison got me at the Goodwill? It's a glass mug with the Holmes shillouhette on it and "Sherlock Holmes" underneath. It's the best thing ever. Of course at Goodwill they were selling it for $0.99, and at we would have had it at $0.49... and gotten a discount on it, but hell, if it isn't the best mug ever. I keep drinking tea out of it like it's nobody's business. Best thing ever.