I know I don't post much...
I just had my back massaged for the first time in months. I feel so much better, I just want to die with relaxation. I had some really really awful knots. I got told tonight that I make noises like sex when I'm being massaged. I said, "no actually, I make completely different noises during sex". I'm not sure if that's entirely the truth.
:RANT:
Today at work, I washed down registers for over half an hour because there were no customers in the store and I was the only cashier working. God I hate my job. No, I don't hate it. The problem I have with my job is that I'm good at it, but not good at it because I try. I'm good at it because it's a job just about any moron could do. I don't like my job because I don't like being the smartest person in the whole building without ever trying.
Prime examples:
The night-crew manager -- he's a manager mind you, not just a supervisor-- managed to incorrectly ring up a bag of deer corn. That's right, he couldn't figure out how to press "330 enter."
There's a bulletin board in the breakroom that's labeled in big clear letters, "Weekly Cashier News". On it is posted several reminders about different sales, and a list of proper customer service techniques, and a few ominous signs from the bookkeepers yelling at people for not reading WIC coupons correctly.
(Just FYI, if you're not familiar with WIC: A WIC coupon entitles the person listed on the coupon (the person also has a WIC-id, so that you know the items are going to the person whose name is listed) to the items listed on the coupon for free, to be reimbursed by the government. It would say something like, "1 gallon milk (gallon size only), 1 container of juice (36 oz), 2 six-ounce cans tuna, 1 18 oz jar of peanut butter, 1 lb cheese." At each register there is a little booklet labeled "WIC" and inside the book it says what's allowed as far as brands and selections (ie no smoked or individually wrapped cheese, Post Honey Bunches of Oats original and almond but not strawberry, etc.). When you get a WIC coupon, it says on the coupon the dates the coupon is good for, usually a month, the name of the person recieving the benefits, and a space to put the total for the items and a place for the person to sign their name.
People at work can't seem to understand how to do these. Several girls actually have rung up items NOT EVEN ON THE COUPON because they're WIC-approved items.
Now, if one does not fill out the coupon properly, or if one doesn't notice the items listed on the coupon as matching the items the customer has brought up to be rung up, then the customer can walk away with the product and the store doesn't get reimbursed for the items, thus losing a lot of money.)
So anyway, there's a sign in the breakroom about WIC. The paper it's written on is bright salmon or something completely different from all the other signs (which are white), and it says at the top in big letters, "Please read and sign". At the bottom, there is a big list of people who are cashiers, and a line next to the names for people to sign.
This sign has been up for about two or three weeks.
Five people, of the thirty or so names, have signed it. Why? Because they don't look at the board at all.
And this is why I hate my job. And why I was employee of the month, and why I keep getting more hours.
Because my co-workers are ignorant and dumb.
:END RANT:
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So there, an update talking about my job. I'm going to bed now because my body feels really good.
I'm gonna sleep like whoa tonight.
Mmm.
:RANT:
Today at work, I washed down registers for over half an hour because there were no customers in the store and I was the only cashier working. God I hate my job. No, I don't hate it. The problem I have with my job is that I'm good at it, but not good at it because I try. I'm good at it because it's a job just about any moron could do. I don't like my job because I don't like being the smartest person in the whole building without ever trying.
Prime examples:
The night-crew manager -- he's a manager mind you, not just a supervisor-- managed to incorrectly ring up a bag of deer corn. That's right, he couldn't figure out how to press "330 enter."
There's a bulletin board in the breakroom that's labeled in big clear letters, "Weekly Cashier News". On it is posted several reminders about different sales, and a list of proper customer service techniques, and a few ominous signs from the bookkeepers yelling at people for not reading WIC coupons correctly.
(Just FYI, if you're not familiar with WIC: A WIC coupon entitles the person listed on the coupon (the person also has a WIC-id, so that you know the items are going to the person whose name is listed) to the items listed on the coupon for free, to be reimbursed by the government. It would say something like, "1 gallon milk (gallon size only), 1 container of juice (36 oz), 2 six-ounce cans tuna, 1 18 oz jar of peanut butter, 1 lb cheese." At each register there is a little booklet labeled "WIC" and inside the book it says what's allowed as far as brands and selections (ie no smoked or individually wrapped cheese, Post Honey Bunches of Oats original and almond but not strawberry, etc.). When you get a WIC coupon, it says on the coupon the dates the coupon is good for, usually a month, the name of the person recieving the benefits, and a space to put the total for the items and a place for the person to sign their name.
People at work can't seem to understand how to do these. Several girls actually have rung up items NOT EVEN ON THE COUPON because they're WIC-approved items.
Now, if one does not fill out the coupon properly, or if one doesn't notice the items listed on the coupon as matching the items the customer has brought up to be rung up, then the customer can walk away with the product and the store doesn't get reimbursed for the items, thus losing a lot of money.)
So anyway, there's a sign in the breakroom about WIC. The paper it's written on is bright salmon or something completely different from all the other signs (which are white), and it says at the top in big letters, "Please read and sign". At the bottom, there is a big list of people who are cashiers, and a line next to the names for people to sign.
This sign has been up for about two or three weeks.
Five people, of the thirty or so names, have signed it. Why? Because they don't look at the board at all.
And this is why I hate my job. And why I was employee of the month, and why I keep getting more hours.
Because my co-workers are ignorant and dumb.
:END RANT:
=============================================
So there, an update talking about my job. I'm going to bed now because my body feels really good.
I'm gonna sleep like whoa tonight.
Mmm.