CRAPtastic
I tried to post this last night and LJ crapped out on me, which did not make me any happier.
I will start by apologizing for this rant. Today was just one of those days when the universe seems to throw up all over you. I woke up and quickly checked my f-list and it was then that I saw the clip of Shingo's apology/statement concerning Tsuyoshi. Seeing Shingo that emotional should have been a warning to crawl back into bed. Alas I couldn't do that since I had work.
I got there and finally got the chance to talk to my store manager about leaving for Japan. Her response was that she would see if I could take a leave or 'I guess we will have to fire you, it doesn't really matter to me.' I think she was joking about that, but with her it is hard to tell. Plus she won't be the store manager when I return, so I have no idea what will happen. After that conversation I found out that in addition to being the only person in adult (meaning covering the registers, fitting rooms, and assisting the customers on the floor), someone had not shown up for their markdown shift that morning so I had to do the markdowns as well. Bridget had gotten most of them done already, but there was still the woman's sale wall which is the most time consuming section. I was eagerly awaiting my second persons arrival, but it turned out he misread his schedule and thought that he was in at 12 instead of 11. Not having back up for two hours on a Saturday is the worst. At several points all 14 fitting rooms were in use and I had a line at the registers. I felt like the proverbial chicken with its head cut off. Sometimes I really wish I could clone myself.
My day started to get a little better once I got home. I pretty much went straight to my room and fell asleep for three hours. Only woke up because I was called down to dinner. At that point my day slipped further into a dark hole. To start with I want to say that I am home maybe once every two weeks for dinner. Most of the time I am either in class, at work, or out with friends so I miss home cooked meals. For once I was home today and my father knew it. Typically he is nice and asks what I want to eat. Today he didn't, but I saw spaghetti sauce thawing on the counter so I assumed that was what we were having, I was really looking forward to it. I got an unpleasant surprise when I went downstairs and discovered chicken in a mushroom sauce. I hate, absolutely HATE mushrooms, and my father knows this. When I asked about the spaghetti sauce he said that they had eaten it for lunch and there
I will start by apologizing for this rant. Today was just one of those days when the universe seems to throw up all over you. I woke up and quickly checked my f-list and it was then that I saw the clip of Shingo's apology/statement concerning Tsuyoshi. Seeing Shingo that emotional should have been a warning to crawl back into bed. Alas I couldn't do that since I had work.
I got there and finally got the chance to talk to my store manager about leaving for Japan. Her response was that she would see if I could take a leave or 'I guess we will have to fire you, it doesn't really matter to me.' I think she was joking about that, but with her it is hard to tell. Plus she won't be the store manager when I return, so I have no idea what will happen. After that conversation I found out that in addition to being the only person in adult (meaning covering the registers, fitting rooms, and assisting the customers on the floor), someone had not shown up for their markdown shift that morning so I had to do the markdowns as well. Bridget had gotten most of them done already, but there was still the woman's sale wall which is the most time consuming section. I was eagerly awaiting my second persons arrival, but it turned out he misread his schedule and thought that he was in at 12 instead of 11. Not having back up for two hours on a Saturday is the worst. At several points all 14 fitting rooms were in use and I had a line at the registers. I felt like the proverbial chicken with its head cut off. Sometimes I really wish I could clone myself.
My day started to get a little better once I got home. I pretty much went straight to my room and fell asleep for three hours. Only woke up because I was called down to dinner. At that point my day slipped further into a dark hole. To start with I want to say that I am home maybe once every two weeks for dinner. Most of the time I am either in class, at work, or out with friends so I miss home cooked meals. For once I was home today and my father knew it. Typically he is nice and asks what I want to eat. Today he didn't, but I saw spaghetti sauce thawing on the counter so I assumed that was what we were having, I was really looking forward to it. I got an unpleasant surprise when I went downstairs and discovered chicken in a mushroom sauce. I hate, absolutely HATE mushrooms, and my father knows this. When I asked about the spaghetti sauce he said that they had eaten it for lunch and there