Possibly With A Pandemic Desease
I work now. When I say work I mean I greet people and then wait for them to buy stuff. The guy I work with constantly checks our ADS which means Average Dollars Spent per Sale, which the computer keeps track of for each person working. He also checks UPS or Units Per Sale. He doesn't understand what these things mean, he just knows what they are suppose to look like. We are shown graphs, they are columns.
I like to try and make small talk with the customers. But it isn't easy. It's why I wanted a job in retail though.
We sell hermit crabs. They are like spiders.
I now know what Mall Rats truely are and I also know that Tom would have never ever ever made a good mall rat even though it was his deepest dream to be one. This is because his other deepest dream was to be a cop. That's exactly like wanting to be the cowboys AND the indians. It's just impossible. I like mall rats. They are all 21 or so, first time living on their own, they think they know everything, and they want to be my friend. I had one of the best conversations with one.
I was filling out a form that I had never filled out before. It just wanted the day, the date, register number, store name and number, and "submitted by". I didn't know who to write down for submitted by...so I left it blank.
Conversation:
Me: Do I write my name?
Coworker: Ignores me
Mall rat 1: Sign it!
Mall rat 2: Sign it down there at the bottom.
Mall rat 1: Don't sign it.
Me: I won't sign it, there is no line.
Mall rat 1: Don't sign it. Don't sign it. Don't sign it.
Me: Don't worry I won't!
Mall rat 3: Don't sign anythign wiht out a lawyer.
Mall Rat 2: Yeah, never sign anythign without your lawyer present.
Mall rat 1: Do you need a lawyer? You need Lawyer. I can get you a lawyer.
Me: No I don't need a lawyer.
Mall rat 1: Yes you do need one!
Me: I don't if I'm not going to sign it, and I'm not going to sign it. Remember?
Mall rat 1: Ah, good point.
They are like a poor, non-educated, ghetto version of the frat boys that used to be my students.
My coworker treats me like I am clueless. Like I don't even know how to glue something back onto a picture frame, or how to use the calculator to do simple math. When I say simple I mean added a negative number to a positive number. I let him do this because how do you tell him you add numbers like that for fun sometimes? I've already caught him twice adding the numbers wrong on the calculator (he rushes and misses buttons or mixes the numbers up, he's not dumb, just in a hurry) I am not like anyone here, and they don't know it, and I like that a lot. I like to be just a regular other person, and not "Is she a better grad student than me?".
Josh is sick. He says last night he kept on waking up with all the sheets soaked b/c he was sweating so bad. He also said that I kept on scrunching up to him and that head wake up and move over to get out of the wet spot, and then I would move over too and pretty soon he was on the edge of the bed. I don't remember any of it...but I can't believe I slept so close to him while he was having night sweats!
I hope he doesn't have swine flu. Here is my rant on society. BTW I hate americans and my feelings of this grow more and more everyday. So...Josh and I can't afford insurance, and more important, we can't afford for Josh to miss days of work, 1. because he can't lose the hours 2. chances are good he'll get fired if he calls in sick. So instead he goes to work, as a cook, sick, possibly with a pandemic desease. Thank you America.
I like to try and make small talk with the customers. But it isn't easy. It's why I wanted a job in retail though.
We sell hermit crabs. They are like spiders.
I now know what Mall Rats truely are and I also know that Tom would have never ever ever made a good mall rat even though it was his deepest dream to be one. This is because his other deepest dream was to be a cop. That's exactly like wanting to be the cowboys AND the indians. It's just impossible. I like mall rats. They are all 21 or so, first time living on their own, they think they know everything, and they want to be my friend. I had one of the best conversations with one.
I was filling out a form that I had never filled out before. It just wanted the day, the date, register number, store name and number, and "submitted by". I didn't know who to write down for submitted by...so I left it blank.
Conversation:
Me: Do I write my name?
Coworker: Ignores me
Mall rat 1: Sign it!
Mall rat 2: Sign it down there at the bottom.
Mall rat 1: Don't sign it.
Me: I won't sign it, there is no line.
Mall rat 1: Don't sign it. Don't sign it. Don't sign it.
Me: Don't worry I won't!
Mall rat 3: Don't sign anythign wiht out a lawyer.
Mall Rat 2: Yeah, never sign anythign without your lawyer present.
Mall rat 1: Do you need a lawyer? You need Lawyer. I can get you a lawyer.
Me: No I don't need a lawyer.
Mall rat 1: Yes you do need one!
Me: I don't if I'm not going to sign it, and I'm not going to sign it. Remember?
Mall rat 1: Ah, good point.
They are like a poor, non-educated, ghetto version of the frat boys that used to be my students.
My coworker treats me like I am clueless. Like I don't even know how to glue something back onto a picture frame, or how to use the calculator to do simple math. When I say simple I mean added a negative number to a positive number. I let him do this because how do you tell him you add numbers like that for fun sometimes? I've already caught him twice adding the numbers wrong on the calculator (he rushes and misses buttons or mixes the numbers up, he's not dumb, just in a hurry) I am not like anyone here, and they don't know it, and I like that a lot. I like to be just a regular other person, and not "Is she a better grad student than me?".
Josh is sick. He says last night he kept on waking up with all the sheets soaked b/c he was sweating so bad. He also said that I kept on scrunching up to him and that head wake up and move over to get out of the wet spot, and then I would move over too and pretty soon he was on the edge of the bed. I don't remember any of it...but I can't believe I slept so close to him while he was having night sweats!
I hope he doesn't have swine flu. Here is my rant on society. BTW I hate americans and my feelings of this grow more and more everyday. So...Josh and I can't afford insurance, and more important, we can't afford for Josh to miss days of work, 1. because he can't lose the hours 2. chances are good he'll get fired if he calls in sick. So instead he goes to work, as a cook, sick, possibly with a pandemic desease. Thank you America.