Let me give you a summary of how my day has been.
I wake up before the alarm goes off as I always do, and glance over at the clock which reads “8:12” in bold, red numbers. “That’s odd,” I think in my groggy half-awake stupor, “Aren’t I supposed to be at work at 8:30?”
That last part is what snapped me fully awake. I hop out of bed, shake Elizabeth awake (since she likes to be at work before 9), and rush to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and hop in the shower long enough to wash my hair. As I’m dashing out the door for work Elizabeth tells me that she’d set the alarm for “8:18” instead of “7:18” and that the alarm actually went off while I was in the shower.
I get to work and clock in EXACTLY at 8:30. As I’m clocking in, Clifford (one of my co-workers) asks if it’s raining. I tell him no and he replies with “Then why’s your hair wet?”
“It’s because I overslept and I ran here straight from the shower.”
“FUCK YOU” Clifford says to me. “You can shower and get to work before your hair dries? FUCK YOU for living so close to here.”
I laugh, then the two of us proceed to start our day of setting up CD displays. Because our CD sales are apparently in the toilet, management is letting (re: ordered) Clifford and I make our own music displays. Clifford handles Rap and R&B while I do Pop/Rock and Country (stfu). Clifford got sidetracked with a special mothers day display, though, and so I had to do all of them. Now, this wasn’t easy since I am in no way, shape, or form familiar with modern rap or hip hop, and those artists who I am familiar with, we had maybe one copy of each of their albums. Not enough to make a full display.
Here’s a quick run-down of what ended up being on the R&B and Rap displays: The Definitive Lionel Richie, some Ray Charles CD we had like a MILLION copies of, some Stevie Wonder CD we had like a MILLION copies of, Kool and the Gang’s Greatest Hits, and some David Banner CD that I only picked because David Banner was the alter ego of The Hulk in his 1970’s television series. There were probably some more titles but I don’t remember them.
As I’m finishing up the Pop/Rock display Scott and Lynda, the two top managers of the store, come up to me and tell me they need to talk to me.
“Oh shit” I think.
“How would you feel about being moved from multimedia to books?”
“Is this a punishment?” I ask. They kind of exchange a confused look with each other, then assure me that I’m not being punished. Knowing that, I agree to the move. As I start my training, Scott tells me that the reason I was picked for the move was that of all the multimedia team, he thinks I had the best work ethic and wanted me moved to books since they were understaffed. I find out later in the day that when they told Sean (the multimedia supervisor) that they wanted me he offered them another member of the multimedia team and they turned him down. I always knew Sean loved me, even though he pretends he doesn’t <3 <3 <3
As a side note, I’m trying to organize a poker night for my associates at work, since I live 10 blocks away. Anyone that has any experience organizing/running a poker night want to give me tips?
That last part is what snapped me fully awake. I hop out of bed, shake Elizabeth awake (since she likes to be at work before 9), and rush to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and hop in the shower long enough to wash my hair. As I’m dashing out the door for work Elizabeth tells me that she’d set the alarm for “8:18” instead of “7:18” and that the alarm actually went off while I was in the shower.
I get to work and clock in EXACTLY at 8:30. As I’m clocking in, Clifford (one of my co-workers) asks if it’s raining. I tell him no and he replies with “Then why’s your hair wet?”
“It’s because I overslept and I ran here straight from the shower.”
“FUCK YOU” Clifford says to me. “You can shower and get to work before your hair dries? FUCK YOU for living so close to here.”
I laugh, then the two of us proceed to start our day of setting up CD displays. Because our CD sales are apparently in the toilet, management is letting (re: ordered) Clifford and I make our own music displays. Clifford handles Rap and R&B while I do Pop/Rock and Country (stfu). Clifford got sidetracked with a special mothers day display, though, and so I had to do all of them. Now, this wasn’t easy since I am in no way, shape, or form familiar with modern rap or hip hop, and those artists who I am familiar with, we had maybe one copy of each of their albums. Not enough to make a full display.
Here’s a quick run-down of what ended up being on the R&B and Rap displays: The Definitive Lionel Richie, some Ray Charles CD we had like a MILLION copies of, some Stevie Wonder CD we had like a MILLION copies of, Kool and the Gang’s Greatest Hits, and some David Banner CD that I only picked because David Banner was the alter ego of The Hulk in his 1970’s television series. There were probably some more titles but I don’t remember them.
As I’m finishing up the Pop/Rock display Scott and Lynda, the two top managers of the store, come up to me and tell me they need to talk to me.
“Oh shit” I think.
“How would you feel about being moved from multimedia to books?”
“Is this a punishment?” I ask. They kind of exchange a confused look with each other, then assure me that I’m not being punished. Knowing that, I agree to the move. As I start my training, Scott tells me that the reason I was picked for the move was that of all the multimedia team, he thinks I had the best work ethic and wanted me moved to books since they were understaffed. I find out later in the day that when they told Sean (the multimedia supervisor) that they wanted me he offered them another member of the multimedia team and they turned him down. I always knew Sean loved me, even though he pretends he doesn’t <3 <3 <3
As a side note, I’m trying to organize a poker night for my associates at work, since I live 10 blocks away. Anyone that has any experience organizing/running a poker night want to give me tips?