Oh yeah... one more thing. Somehow, between the time I got to work, shortly before 8am this morning, and 10:30-ish when I finally got done with the drawers and came back out into the store.... somehow the glass from one of our front doors was gone. And we now have a large piece of plywood in there. And to show you how tired and messed up, plus just plain busy I was, I never got to ask why... never even thought of it again...
This is after the OTHER front door quite literally fell off it's hinges the other day when a customer tried to exit. Mmmmm... routine maintenance anyone??
Also, the air conditioning where our server is... And the constantly on the fritz register that they've put more money into sending out repairmen for (who never manage to get it fixed for more than a day) than it would have cost to just replace the darn thing.
Not that I'm griping or anything.
Also, we had this scary like 70 something lady with all these like half-teeth and missing teeth who kept wandering around the store telling everyone they were stupid for coming to Borders, Walmart has the book in piles, just PILES, for $15.
And finally, just have to say that I could've pegged Debbie D. for being a Potter-hater. It's just the hypocritical, probably hasn't even ever read one, sort of attitude I would expect from her. Of all the things to get upset about... HP is one of those I can't even imagine bashing. First off, while there is magic involved, we're not talking "make your own potions" instructions or anything. It's clearly a fantasy, fictional world, and the kids face realistic moral issues in a positive way. I'd a million times over rather have my children read Harry Potter than most of the YA dribble that passes for literature... Gossip Girls anyone? The kids are real, not raunchy, and every kid can relate to that idea of being a little different, doesn't mean they all give up religion and turn to witchcraft. Ironically, some of the kids I know who have turned to the actual witchcraft crap, including one of my co-workers, are the ones with the parents who spend every waking moment at the local big-ass generic Christian church. And promptly ignore everything having to do with their child. And I guarantee you, Harry had nothing to do with it...
Nuff ranting. If I survive tomorrow, I'll talk to you soon.
I hope you find out what happened to the glass in the door. Scary-freaky. Maybe someone got a vomit Bertie Botts and got mad?
Actually, it makes me think of a certain coworker's son who was in the paper for carrying a gun at the mall in plain sight. Nice. They didn't give a date in the police blotter, but there's a chance he was coming to visit his mom after he got off work. (He's a security guard elsewhere, but he used to do security for the mall.) That kind of freaks me out, as I've worked with her a couple times this week. Yeah...not good.
Perhaps the mall anticipated our air conditioning needs, as I didn't notice excessive heat yesterday. That's good, because it had been on the warm side all week. I do know that I was sweating yesterday, but that was more due to me doing a lot, not because of lack of AC. And I can't imagine at your store that all those bodies helped the situation. Ick.
Say, how many people at your store weren't into HP and got annoyed that you would ask? We tried to ask everyone that came in if they reserved Harry, and some people were like, I'm not into that and why did you dare ask? Um, because if you *did* reserve Harry with us, then walking up to the counter would be a waste of your time?
Anyway, Debbie herself was not actually saying anything, past the point where I said, "Debbie! What are you doing here?" 'Cause, crap, if there was one person I never expected to see in my store, it would be her. It was all her mother and her grandmother (although the grandma could have been an aunt, not really sure). And you would think with Debbie and her mother being teachers that they would embrace something that has gotten kids to read. But no. If the Pope says it's bad, then it must be bad. Like the Pope--either Pope--has actually read Harry. And they started to say stuff like that to *our* resident Wiccan, who used to be Catholic, and she was good and held her tongue. What she wanted to say was, I had been Catholic but found people to be superficial, and they didn't treat others nicely, so I left. Right on, sister.
So, anyway, as I was typing this a little yellow bird started making his rounds. I thought perhaps he'd try to join me in the middle bedroom--first doorway after mine--but no; he kept going and stopped outside the potty. What, do you have to go, honey? (No. But I have been getting him to use the toilet. I'll explain more in person.) I picked him up and brought him in this room and set him on the floor. Not good enough--he's now perched on my shoulder. Frankly, I dislike having him there. Not only is there the poop issue, but I'm wearing a tank top. Hello, scratches. But he's my baby and it makes him happy, so he can stay for a little bit.
(Also, my mouse has been freaking out as of late, so I switched sides. It's now on the left side of the keyboard, which is fine, except my right hand keeps reaching for it and it's not there. Bah. Stupid involuntary movement.)
You know, I thought to ask about the door today and it seems that one of our bargain carts got loose and went right on through the door. Not sure how that happens without some major help, but ok...
Nonetheless, we got nonstop questions all day today, most of them making lame-ass jokes about spells gone wrong. It was cute the first 10 times, after that, umm, no.
Today I just felt like someone had been beating up on me for several hours. I was just dragging. But I made it through... closing with the GM (surprise!) and all... at least there was no offer for margaritas tonight.
We must get together soon.
This week I'm off Mon & Tues. Next week Sun & Mon. Don't know if any of that works... I get to go to a meeting a week from Thursday apparently, with my GM... bah.
Hmm. Tonight--well, it's super-short notice. Tomorrow I'm working weird hours--12-6:30. I wouldn't mind just sitting around and talking but I don't know that I'd be up for much more.
The schedule for next week wasn't up yet when I left. I already know I'm working Saturday (*groan*). I go how many years without working a Saturday at this place, and now I have two in three weeks' time? Man. Thank goodness my cousin is not getting married anymore. (Both K and I. asked for that day off.) As for next Sunday, I'm probably working, but it's Erik's last barbecue and I'm sure you're more than welcome to come. I'd get off about 6:30, maybe earlier, and I could pick you up and we could go out there. Just a thought. Then you'd finally get to meet some of these people. Hey, you survived my college friends...
This is after the OTHER front door quite literally fell off it's hinges the other day when a customer tried to exit. Mmmmm... routine maintenance anyone??
Also, the air conditioning where our server is...
And the constantly on the fritz register that they've put more money into sending out repairmen for (who never manage to get it fixed for more than a day) than it would have cost to just replace the darn thing.
Not that I'm griping or anything.
Also, we had this scary like 70 something lady with all these like half-teeth and missing teeth who kept wandering around the store telling everyone they were stupid for coming to Borders, Walmart has the book in piles, just PILES, for $15.
And finally, just have to say that I could've pegged Debbie D. for being a Potter-hater. It's just the hypocritical, probably hasn't even ever read one, sort of attitude I would expect from her. Of all the things to get upset about... HP is one of those I can't even imagine bashing. First off, while there is magic involved, we're not talking "make your own potions" instructions or anything. It's clearly a fantasy, fictional world, and the kids face realistic moral issues in a positive way. I'd a million times over rather have my children read Harry Potter than most of the YA dribble that passes for literature... Gossip Girls anyone? The kids are real, not raunchy, and every kid can relate to that idea of being a little different, doesn't mean they all give up religion and turn to witchcraft. Ironically, some of the kids I know who have turned to the actual witchcraft crap, including one of my co-workers, are the ones with the parents who spend every waking moment at the local big-ass generic Christian church. And promptly ignore everything having to do with their child. And I guarantee you, Harry had nothing to do with it...
Nuff ranting. If I survive tomorrow, I'll talk to you soon.
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Actually, it makes me think of a certain coworker's son who was in the paper for carrying a gun at the mall in plain sight. Nice. They didn't give a date in the police blotter, but there's a chance he was coming to visit his mom after he got off work. (He's a security guard elsewhere, but he used to do security for the mall.) That kind of freaks me out, as I've worked with her a couple times this week. Yeah...not good.
Perhaps the mall anticipated our air conditioning needs, as I didn't notice excessive heat yesterday. That's good, because it had been on the warm side all week. I do know that I was sweating yesterday, but that was more due to me doing a lot, not because of lack of AC. And I can't imagine at your store that all those bodies helped the situation. Ick.
Say, how many people at your store weren't into HP and got annoyed that you would ask? We tried to ask everyone that came in if they reserved Harry, and some people were like, I'm not into that and why did you dare ask? Um, because if you *did* reserve Harry with us, then walking up to the counter would be a waste of your time?
Anyway, Debbie herself was not actually saying anything, past the point where I said, "Debbie! What are you doing here?" 'Cause, crap, if there was one person I never expected to see in my store, it would be her. It was all her mother and her grandmother (although the grandma could have been an aunt, not really sure). And you would think with Debbie and her mother being teachers that they would embrace something that has gotten kids to read. But no. If the Pope says it's bad, then it must be bad. Like the Pope--either Pope--has actually read Harry. And they started to say stuff like that to *our* resident Wiccan, who used to be Catholic, and she was good and held her tongue. What she wanted to say was, I had been Catholic but found people to be superficial, and they didn't treat others nicely, so I left. Right on, sister.
So, anyway, as I was typing this a little yellow bird started making his rounds. I thought perhaps he'd try to join me in the middle bedroom--first doorway after mine--but no; he kept going and stopped outside the potty. What, do you have to go, honey? (No. But I have been getting him to use the toilet. I'll explain more in person.) I picked him up and brought him in this room and set him on the floor. Not good enough--he's now perched on my shoulder. Frankly, I dislike having him there. Not only is there the poop issue, but I'm wearing a tank top. Hello, scratches. But he's my baby and it makes him happy, so he can stay for a little bit.
(Also, my mouse has been freaking out as of late, so I switched sides. It's now on the left side of the keyboard, which is fine, except my right hand keeps reaching for it and it's not there. Bah. Stupid involuntary movement.)
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Nonetheless, we got nonstop questions all day today, most of them making lame-ass jokes about spells gone wrong. It was cute the first 10 times, after that, umm, no.
Today I just felt like someone had been beating up on me for several hours. I was just dragging. But I made it through... closing with the GM (surprise!) and all... at least there was no offer for margaritas tonight.
We must get together soon.
This week I'm off Mon & Tues. Next week Sun & Mon. Don't know if any of that works... I get to go to a meeting a week from Thursday apparently, with my GM... bah.
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The schedule for next week wasn't up yet when I left. I already know I'm working Saturday (*groan*). I go how many years without working a Saturday at this place, and now I have two in three weeks' time? Man. Thank goodness my cousin is not getting married anymore. (Both K and I. asked for that day off.) As for next Sunday, I'm probably working, but it's Erik's last barbecue and I'm sure you're more than welcome to come. I'd get off about 6:30, maybe earlier, and I could pick you up and we could go out there. Just a thought. Then you'd finally get to meet some of these people. Hey, you survived my college friends...
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