all mixed up
So I had a mixed message of sorts the other day. I was 2-7 Tuesday night (and Monday as well, but this happened Tuesday) and I had a few oppportunities to speak with Tameka, which usually proves interesting. We were talking about hours. Now, I didn't want to talk too much about it because I have 30+ hours this week and I'll have 33 next week. As a side note, one thing about Kohl's is it's all about business, as the store manager said at last night's meeting. When it comes down to it, the top performers get the most hours. Which makes sense, right? If they only have an 8-hour shift to assign, they're going to give it to the person who can get the most for their money.
So anyway, I'm saying that I wish I could be off a Saturday every now and then. Tameka tells me Dianne (the person directly over us) said she likes to work the best people during the busiest times (i.e., Friday night and all day Saturday). So I guess that means they like me, but at what a huge cost. I'm stressed out of my mind whenever I'm in there on Saturdays. A mixed blessing, indeed.
So last night I was scheduled on POS from 1-7, but someone called in, so I ended up staying until 10:30. After 6 I was reassigned to recovery, which was okay. I can clear a fitting room rack faster than some of the jokes who work there. It was all well and good until 9:50 rolled around and we were in misses updated (for those who are Kohl's fans, it's the Apt. 9/dressy career/Sonoma clothing). Cow, man. It was a nightmare. See, we have this Team Kohl's junk we have to follow where people work as a team and "blitz" certain areas. So basically while we're clearing the men's fitting rooms, misses is getting totally trashed. Women are seriously the sloppiest shoppers out there.
And these swimsuits. I thought I was going to be sick in more ways than one. Physically, it was just gross touching swimwear that very well might have touched another woman's personal areas. See, you'd think people try these things on over their panties. I could tell you disgusting stories of how that isn't true from my time in retail. All I know is I refuse to buy a swimsuit unless I know it was just put out.
Anyway, I had to reach carefully into the carts to grab innocuous pieces of fabric to avoid contact with the liners. We had a Z-rail full of swimsuits that we didn't have time to put up last night. I'm sure the morning crew had tons of fun with that.
I voted in the runoff election. I voted around 3 p.m. and I was number 41 on my precinct's list. Sad, indeed. Of course, I do live in a rural district. Still, sad indeed. I find it interesting that Bauer was able to pull off an extremely narrow victory over Campbell after trailing him by a fair amount in the primary. Like I said before, I think politically he's doing a good job, but personally, eh. But since when did we judge a person's political career on their personal lives? It's like the tables turned here...Democrats complained that personal lives shouldn't interfere with political lives whenever Clinton ran into his messes. But now that it's Bauer and Republican, it's apparently different. Yes.
Otherwise, you know I have to come every now and then baring stories of the bizarre. I actually heard this on Jay Leno. This guy is suing his plastic surgeon because he had a 10-year erection. He had a penile implant 10 years ago which resulted in this. Now, I'm sure the same questions are in your minds as well:
1)Why did he wait 10 years? I mean, you have to give your body time to recoup after surgery. But don't you think that after, oh, a month he'd think something was wrong? Maybe he saw those Cialis commercials and thought, "Well, it's been more than four hours. Maybe I should get it checked out"
2)What was his day-to-day like? There are many bodily things you can hide. But how does one hide an erection for 10 years?
3)Was he in a relationship? Was it satisfying? I don't mean to delve too far into this, but I'm thinking it was either really, really good or really, really poor. It could have been painful. Who knows?
Anyway, the work schedule for the next week or so (p.m. unless otherwise stated):
Friday: 5:30-11:30 (blasted night owl sale)
Saturday: 1:30-6
Sunday: off
Monday: 4-10:30
Tuesday: 7 a.m. - 2 p.m.
Wednesday: 6 a.m. - 2:30 p.m.
Thursday: 2-8
Friday: off
Saturday: 6-10:30
Enjoy, kiddies.
So anyway, I'm saying that I wish I could be off a Saturday every now and then. Tameka tells me Dianne (the person directly over us) said she likes to work the best people during the busiest times (i.e., Friday night and all day Saturday). So I guess that means they like me, but at what a huge cost. I'm stressed out of my mind whenever I'm in there on Saturdays. A mixed blessing, indeed.
So last night I was scheduled on POS from 1-7, but someone called in, so I ended up staying until 10:30. After 6 I was reassigned to recovery, which was okay. I can clear a fitting room rack faster than some of the jokes who work there. It was all well and good until 9:50 rolled around and we were in misses updated (for those who are Kohl's fans, it's the Apt. 9/dressy career/Sonoma clothing). Cow, man. It was a nightmare. See, we have this Team Kohl's junk we have to follow where people work as a team and "blitz" certain areas. So basically while we're clearing the men's fitting rooms, misses is getting totally trashed. Women are seriously the sloppiest shoppers out there.
And these swimsuits. I thought I was going to be sick in more ways than one. Physically, it was just gross touching swimwear that very well might have touched another woman's personal areas. See, you'd think people try these things on over their panties. I could tell you disgusting stories of how that isn't true from my time in retail. All I know is I refuse to buy a swimsuit unless I know it was just put out.
Anyway, I had to reach carefully into the carts to grab innocuous pieces of fabric to avoid contact with the liners. We had a Z-rail full of swimsuits that we didn't have time to put up last night. I'm sure the morning crew had tons of fun with that.
I voted in the runoff election. I voted around 3 p.m. and I was number 41 on my precinct's list. Sad, indeed. Of course, I do live in a rural district. Still, sad indeed. I find it interesting that Bauer was able to pull off an extremely narrow victory over Campbell after trailing him by a fair amount in the primary. Like I said before, I think politically he's doing a good job, but personally, eh. But since when did we judge a person's political career on their personal lives? It's like the tables turned here...Democrats complained that personal lives shouldn't interfere with political lives whenever Clinton ran into his messes. But now that it's Bauer and Republican, it's apparently different. Yes.
Otherwise, you know I have to come every now and then baring stories of the bizarre. I actually heard this on Jay Leno. This guy is suing his plastic surgeon because he had a 10-year erection. He had a penile implant 10 years ago which resulted in this. Now, I'm sure the same questions are in your minds as well:
1)Why did he wait 10 years? I mean, you have to give your body time to recoup after surgery. But don't you think that after, oh, a month he'd think something was wrong? Maybe he saw those Cialis commercials and thought, "Well, it's been more than four hours. Maybe I should get it checked out"
2)What was his day-to-day like? There are many bodily things you can hide. But how does one hide an erection for 10 years?
3)Was he in a relationship? Was it satisfying? I don't mean to delve too far into this, but I'm thinking it was either really, really good or really, really poor. It could have been painful. Who knows?
Anyway, the work schedule for the next week or so (p.m. unless otherwise stated):
Friday: 5:30-11:30 (blasted night owl sale)
Saturday: 1:30-6
Sunday: off
Monday: 4-10:30
Tuesday: 7 a.m. - 2 p.m.
Wednesday: 6 a.m. - 2:30 p.m.
Thursday: 2-8
Friday: off
Saturday: 6-10:30
Enjoy, kiddies.