The endless cycle of idea and action means I endlessly want to quit this place, and soon
Everyone's been eaten alive by the Global Pokedex Plus. It's all over my friends page and Zelly's, and you know what's really sick? She was on it earlier, clicking through other people's eggs. Oh, the humanity. I'm sure she'll be back on again later, feeding her tragic addiction to Pokemon, if she's not harvesting her berries on her DS.
Anyway, my last final of my career at Boise State is coming up tomorrow morning. To top it all off, we're doing evaluations on the same day as our final exam in physics class; I don't know how that's supposed to work out, since the professor can't be in the room while you're filling out evals, but he needs to be in the room for the final exam. It doesn't compute. Considering that on the only other exams he's given us, he's had major typos that influenced how people answered the questions, he does need to be present while we're taking the final exam. I don't trust him to proofread his final exam any more carefully than he did the previous two exams. I don't trust him to anything a functioning, intelligent human being would do. When it comes to my dipshit physics professor, logic does indeed go boom. He makes Mr. Spock and Yoda cry.
In non-school-related news, my workplace has become a pit of bullshit drama. Apparently, one or two people's mistakes are going to punish us all; because the close was bad (read: sloppy) on Monday night, last night's closing crew had to detail more than half of the floor and, when they didn't get done with it quickly enough, were berated for their supposed lack of progress. The higher-ups don't understand what it takes to recover an entire half of the store; they seem to think closers can magically whisk away anything we find on the floor, and that the racks straighten themselves. Customers aren't walking along behind us and redoing the damage we just reversed, and nobody ever needs help finding an item or getting a price check. That's what management wants to believe. I'm sure that Kari, Dawn, and Cassie did fine last night, despite what the store manager told them. I'm also sure that I'm gonna be punished right along with everyone else.
One thing I have hated about being a specialist at ShopKo is feeling divided between the night crew, which I work just over half the time, and the day crew, which is what I should probably be working in order to get my department in order and keep it up to date with what corporate and our store's management wants it to be. My loyalty is more typically to the closers, though, because the day crew heaps a lot of bullshit on them and blames them for things that they can't possibly control. For example, the day people disregard the returns that pile up till about four or five o'clock, when the shift changes and the closing people start coming in. They also ignore the floor getting trashed. Then, when the closing crew has to leave before ten thirty, they have to sacrifice something - either the neatness of the floor, or the completion of returns - to get out by the time the managers want them out. The whole thing becomes a vicious cycle when the day crew comes in, whines about the things the closing crew left for them, and proceeds to leave a long list of responsibilities for the closers, often including things that the day people should have done themselves.
Whenever I'm the one to write the list, I keep it simple and choose only the necessary things to assign to closers. Asking them to put up all the displays on the walls at the end of the night isn't unreasonable; there are usually only one or two down, and it takes less than five minutes to walk the floor and see which ones are down. But asking them to detail the women's denim, which is five bins plus sixteen feet of the back wall, and backstock anything that's gotten too full, is picky and ridiculous. It's not going to get done. Neither is something like detailing all the tables in the men's department. That's something the day people should be doing when we go do our planograms, and if we're not doing it, it's not fair to dump it on the closing shift and proceed to whine about what a horrid job they're all doing (damn those slackers!), when in fact the day people are shirking their responsibilities. Give me a fucking break. If you can't put your big girl panties on and see when you're the one causing the problem, you don't deserve to be in a position of authority to tell other people that they're the problem. They're not. They're trying to solve it, and you're shitting on them.
[/work rant]
I'm so glad I'll be leaving ShopKo in a little more than a month. I've decided that I will put my two weeks' notice in on June 5, making my last day June 19, and while I'm not counting down the days, I frequently find myself saying, "I won't miss that when I quit," or, "I'll be glad when I don't have to detail t-shirts for four hours anymore!"
My life feels like it's hanging, a call put on hold until I can pick it up again in Portland. At the same time, I'm terrified of leaving here - mostly of leaving Ellipsis.
Let's be honest: I haven't done any work on my Natalia cosplay because I want input and help from Mandy, Ash, and Holly, and none of us have had time. It's that simple; our lives are consumed by other things, like school and work. I wish no one in Ellipsis had waited this month and a half since Anime Oasis to get our shit together and get started on Tales of the Abyss, and part of me fears we'll be doing with Tales what we did with .hack, scrambling to get it done, because some of us - especially me - have squandered this time. At least I have most of my material to do the bulk of the costume. I don't know if anyone else is at that point yet, other than maybe Holly and Mandy. And though I feel badly about not getting any work put in on Natalia, I think, in a way, that I'm justified; I've been finishing a semester - my last semester at BSU - and getting ready to move four hundred miles away. Though maybe I should be working harder now to make the move less stressful later, I still think it's better to get help with Natalia rather than jumping in and probably making some pretty horrendous mistakes.
"If a man does only what is required of him, he is a slave. If a man does more than is required of him, he is a free man."
Anyway, my last final of my career at Boise State is coming up tomorrow morning. To top it all off, we're doing evaluations on the same day as our final exam in physics class; I don't know how that's supposed to work out, since the professor can't be in the room while you're filling out evals, but he needs to be in the room for the final exam. It doesn't compute. Considering that on the only other exams he's given us, he's had major typos that influenced how people answered the questions, he does need to be present while we're taking the final exam. I don't trust him to proofread his final exam any more carefully than he did the previous two exams. I don't trust him to anything a functioning, intelligent human being would do. When it comes to my dipshit physics professor, logic does indeed go boom. He makes Mr. Spock and Yoda cry.
In non-school-related news, my workplace has become a pit of bullshit drama. Apparently, one or two people's mistakes are going to punish us all; because the close was bad (read: sloppy) on Monday night, last night's closing crew had to detail more than half of the floor and, when they didn't get done with it quickly enough, were berated for their supposed lack of progress. The higher-ups don't understand what it takes to recover an entire half of the store; they seem to think closers can magically whisk away anything we find on the floor, and that the racks straighten themselves. Customers aren't walking along behind us and redoing the damage we just reversed, and nobody ever needs help finding an item or getting a price check. That's what management wants to believe. I'm sure that Kari, Dawn, and Cassie did fine last night, despite what the store manager told them. I'm also sure that I'm gonna be punished right along with everyone else.
One thing I have hated about being a specialist at ShopKo is feeling divided between the night crew, which I work just over half the time, and the day crew, which is what I should probably be working in order to get my department in order and keep it up to date with what corporate and our store's management wants it to be. My loyalty is more typically to the closers, though, because the day crew heaps a lot of bullshit on them and blames them for things that they can't possibly control. For example, the day people disregard the returns that pile up till about four or five o'clock, when the shift changes and the closing people start coming in. They also ignore the floor getting trashed. Then, when the closing crew has to leave before ten thirty, they have to sacrifice something - either the neatness of the floor, or the completion of returns - to get out by the time the managers want them out. The whole thing becomes a vicious cycle when the day crew comes in, whines about the things the closing crew left for them, and proceeds to leave a long list of responsibilities for the closers, often including things that the day people should have done themselves.
Whenever I'm the one to write the list, I keep it simple and choose only the necessary things to assign to closers. Asking them to put up all the displays on the walls at the end of the night isn't unreasonable; there are usually only one or two down, and it takes less than five minutes to walk the floor and see which ones are down. But asking them to detail the women's denim, which is five bins plus sixteen feet of the back wall, and backstock anything that's gotten too full, is picky and ridiculous. It's not going to get done. Neither is something like detailing all the tables in the men's department. That's something the day people should be doing when we go do our planograms, and if we're not doing it, it's not fair to dump it on the closing shift and proceed to whine about what a horrid job they're all doing (damn those slackers!), when in fact the day people are shirking their responsibilities. Give me a fucking break. If you can't put your big girl panties on and see when you're the one causing the problem, you don't deserve to be in a position of authority to tell other people that they're the problem. They're not. They're trying to solve it, and you're shitting on them.
[/work rant]
I'm so glad I'll be leaving ShopKo in a little more than a month. I've decided that I will put my two weeks' notice in on June 5, making my last day June 19, and while I'm not counting down the days, I frequently find myself saying, "I won't miss that when I quit," or, "I'll be glad when I don't have to detail t-shirts for four hours anymore!"
My life feels like it's hanging, a call put on hold until I can pick it up again in Portland. At the same time, I'm terrified of leaving here - mostly of leaving Ellipsis.
Let's be honest: I haven't done any work on my Natalia cosplay because I want input and help from Mandy, Ash, and Holly, and none of us have had time. It's that simple; our lives are consumed by other things, like school and work. I wish no one in Ellipsis had waited this month and a half since Anime Oasis to get our shit together and get started on Tales of the Abyss, and part of me fears we'll be doing with Tales what we did with .hack, scrambling to get it done, because some of us - especially me - have squandered this time. At least I have most of my material to do the bulk of the costume. I don't know if anyone else is at that point yet, other than maybe Holly and Mandy. And though I feel badly about not getting any work put in on Natalia, I think, in a way, that I'm justified; I've been finishing a semester - my last semester at BSU - and getting ready to move four hundred miles away. Though maybe I should be working harder now to make the move less stressful later, I still think it's better to get help with Natalia rather than jumping in and probably making some pretty horrendous mistakes.
"If a man does only what is required of him, he is a slave. If a man does more than is required of him, he is a free man."