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the irony of my life:
i've been wanting crackers and cream cheese for the longest time. since last week actually, and we had crackers, but no cream cheese. today i go to get something to eat when i get up, and see we have cream cheese. "yay! i can have crackers and cream cheese!" go into the pantry....no crackers. at all. **sigh**
work was all right. my managers just frustrate me sometimes. it's not really their fault, they get pressured by their supervisors to not go over hours, and it's really difficult when our store is as busy as we usually are. there's never enough coverage, like tonight there was only 6 of us closing. sounds like a lot, but not really.
whatever, i just want to do my job without the manager on duty telling me to hurry up, or to get more ONAs, or "michelle, how much longer til you finish shop 1?" or "michelle, can you finish that whole rack of go-backs in 10 minutes?" ugh, just leave me alone, i'll finish when i finish. but of course i don't tell them that.
i swear, if i never fold a pair of jeans again in my life (after this job of course) it would be too soon. the denim wall makes me sick, literally, every time.
i hate closing. i get home by 11pm, and i'm so wired that i can't get to sleep til 2am. and tomorrow, i have to be at work at 7am. doing markdowns tomorrow. should be fun. i should get some rest huh?
i've been wanting crackers and cream cheese for the longest time. since last week actually, and we had crackers, but no cream cheese. today i go to get something to eat when i get up, and see we have cream cheese. "yay! i can have crackers and cream cheese!" go into the pantry....no crackers. at all. **sigh**
work was all right. my managers just frustrate me sometimes. it's not really their fault, they get pressured by their supervisors to not go over hours, and it's really difficult when our store is as busy as we usually are. there's never enough coverage, like tonight there was only 6 of us closing. sounds like a lot, but not really.
whatever, i just want to do my job without the manager on duty telling me to hurry up, or to get more ONAs, or "michelle, how much longer til you finish shop 1?" or "michelle, can you finish that whole rack of go-backs in 10 minutes?" ugh, just leave me alone, i'll finish when i finish. but of course i don't tell them that.
i swear, if i never fold a pair of jeans again in my life (after this job of course) it would be too soon. the denim wall makes me sick, literally, every time.
i hate closing. i get home by 11pm, and i'm so wired that i can't get to sleep til 2am. and tomorrow, i have to be at work at 7am. doing markdowns tomorrow. should be fun. i should get some rest huh?