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Aug. 1st, 2002 11:38 pmYou know what? I'm really not the brightest person in the universe. I'll be the first to tell you that. I'm ditzy and like to procrastinate and my mind wanders a lot and I talk to myself more often than I should.
But I'm smart. I go to work, I do my job, I can even add up the money at the pickup and closing without using a calculator!
That being said, I'm going to kill Anne.
We do not have a night crew. In the morning, receiving drops off boxes to us (sometimes they're even for our department!), and we are supposed to open them, unpack clothes, put on sizers (those little buttons on the hanger that say what size the clothes are), put on sensors if it's expensive stuff, and hang up as quickly as possible.
I do this. I like selling things. I like being busy at work. If I leave boxes sit, I am doing nothing. Boxes sit in way of clothing for sale. People do not crawl over boxes to purchase clothing, and do not purchase clothing in boxes they cannot see. So when I'm at work, I don't check what's in boxes, if it's coats or dresses or misses or petites; I just open and hang.
Anne considers this great travesty. Coats aren't important anyway, dresses should be unpacked first. And I should stay back at the dress register and watch the fitting rooms and ring people up while she's unpacking dresses. But I should also be helping her unpack. Oh, and they want someone up at the front register with the coats and bathing suits, so I should be up there and make sure there's not a mess.
I made room for new coats (11 boxes of coats, in fact) by moving a rack of women's stuff back to the women's department, and helping rearrange some of their stuff so it would fit. Nothing drastic, mind you, just condensing two of their almost-empty 50% off racks into one. Anne was shocked. I shouldn't touch anything in their department, even if it makes more room for us and therefore makes our job easier. We should wait for Gladys to show up (Gladys won't be in until tomorrow).
If you haven't figured it out, I hate group projects. Partially because I prefer to work at my own pace, and feel guilty for screwing over other people who do their parts days ahead of due date, partially because I despise other people and don't want to count on them to help me out. Similarly, I hate teamwork. You want me to unpack these boxes and hang up the stuff? Fine. I'll do that. I'll do it my way, in my own amount of time, and get it done. If you don't like it, you can fix it yourself.
My anger cannot be typed out very well tonight, so I'll just add that this evening I got my mother addicted to Utena. Hee.
(During second episode)
Mom: The one with the green hair - that's a boy, right?
Casey: Yes, Mom.
Mom: Is she gonna kick his ass?
Casey: Just watch, Mom.
(After Utena kicks his ass)
Mom: Ha. She beat the pants offa him. Good, he was a creep.
>^..^
But I'm smart. I go to work, I do my job, I can even add up the money at the pickup and closing without using a calculator!
That being said, I'm going to kill Anne.
We do not have a night crew. In the morning, receiving drops off boxes to us (sometimes they're even for our department!), and we are supposed to open them, unpack clothes, put on sizers (those little buttons on the hanger that say what size the clothes are), put on sensors if it's expensive stuff, and hang up as quickly as possible.
I do this. I like selling things. I like being busy at work. If I leave boxes sit, I am doing nothing. Boxes sit in way of clothing for sale. People do not crawl over boxes to purchase clothing, and do not purchase clothing in boxes they cannot see. So when I'm at work, I don't check what's in boxes, if it's coats or dresses or misses or petites; I just open and hang.
Anne considers this great travesty. Coats aren't important anyway, dresses should be unpacked first. And I should stay back at the dress register and watch the fitting rooms and ring people up while she's unpacking dresses. But I should also be helping her unpack. Oh, and they want someone up at the front register with the coats and bathing suits, so I should be up there and make sure there's not a mess.
I made room for new coats (11 boxes of coats, in fact) by moving a rack of women's stuff back to the women's department, and helping rearrange some of their stuff so it would fit. Nothing drastic, mind you, just condensing two of their almost-empty 50% off racks into one. Anne was shocked. I shouldn't touch anything in their department, even if it makes more room for us and therefore makes our job easier. We should wait for Gladys to show up (Gladys won't be in until tomorrow).
If you haven't figured it out, I hate group projects. Partially because I prefer to work at my own pace, and feel guilty for screwing over other people who do their parts days ahead of due date, partially because I despise other people and don't want to count on them to help me out. Similarly, I hate teamwork. You want me to unpack these boxes and hang up the stuff? Fine. I'll do that. I'll do it my way, in my own amount of time, and get it done. If you don't like it, you can fix it yourself.
My anger cannot be typed out very well tonight, so I'll just add that this evening I got my mother addicted to Utena. Hee.
(During second episode)
Mom: The one with the green hair - that's a boy, right?
Casey: Yes, Mom.
Mom: Is she gonna kick his ass?
Casey: Just watch, Mom.
(After Utena kicks his ass)
Mom: Ha. She beat the pants offa him. Good, he was a creep.
>^..^
