So Much for The Training Part...
So today I was to be 'trained'. That term deserves quotes because it is loosely applied by new employer. An hour into the night my 'trainer' up and left. Which dude, not cool. She asked if I could watch the register while I restocked, fine, okay. Except three hours later, she was no where to be found. If she wasn't a designated cashier I could pretend it was a training technique, except yeah it wasn't. Some poor women came in to pay with a gift card and I hadn't seen that type of transaction performed so after many interesting variations of button pushing she kindly offered to pay with another card. You may say to yourself, couldn't you just ask someone else? No, unfortunately I couldn't. Huge god damn conspiracy. No one was even on the floor, everyone had left. Um, hello, my first few hours, I really have no clue what I'm doing, please don't leave me here alone. And I would have said that if anyone was, you know, there. But alas they had ditched me. I almost burst into a fit og giggles in the middle of ringing up rewritable CD's, actually I did when I rang up a wireless router. So much for the control. But, come on, that stuff doesn't happen in real life. Or okay, maybe it only happens in real life.
I'm reading Nevermore. I think I'll give a more formal (read-sarcastic) review when I'm done. Let's leave it at, you published this?
To sum up, lots of good karma for the women who couldn't use her gift card, Nevermore is shitty, it's okay to disappear while on the clock, pencils are cheap and *points to icon*