Comments? Concerns?

I am very excited and nervous about the vast numbers of new followers I have gotten (thank you to all three of you!).

Today was kind of rough. Sometime before lunch I got this sickening feeling that none of my coworkers liked me. That I had done something to upset the delicate balance of love and hate that resides within this absurd retail family.
Clues to this sad but possible conclusion: I asked my manager to do a cash count because I had let a dollar fall out of my pocket and although I was sure it was mine, I didn't want to take a chance on the warmth of Loss Prevention. The first manager I asked ignored me completely. The second manager was putting up new mylars and gave me a very irritated look, but complied with my request. Unfortunately, our new change counter doesn't have the strip in the back to indicate the amount of change, so the person counting has to pull it all out and put in on the scale. He seemed a little high strung. End result: I got my dollar.

After lunch I had the pleasure of moving all the DVDs which never sell from one top shelf to the other top shelf. Then I moved all the cig shelves up a few notches. And by "I" I mean me, and two dudes I work with. Those shelves are pretty heavy (at least to me, with my T-Rex arms) and there were several notches for them to get stuck in. Which they did. Which allowed me to send a flurry of Turkish Camels, Turkish Camel Golds, and Turkish Camel Silvers all around the register area. Also, at one point I was sure my balancing act consisting of me on a milk crate, shouting, holding a heavy shelf and losing merchandise, would result in my tooth loss. It was then I called for help. Finally, I got someone to help, and with him the job actually got done. What didn't help was the girl on the register turning around telling us that the shelves were uneven, and miscounting which shelves should move where. She offered unsolicited and unhelpful advice. Keep eating those almonds please.

By the end of the day it seemed that things were ok with my coworkers.

Ooh. I got four 60ct bonus packs of Tums and two Monsters for about $5. I had an in-store coupon, two mnf coupons, and two mnf-but-only-for-our-store-use coupons. Yes I am proud of myself. And FYI-when a coupon says "do not double" it does not mean the consumer can't use more than one during a transaction. It just means that when a store is doubling coupons, that type of coupon cannot be doubled, it has to be taken at face value.

The Cigar Reset

I'm back on the register for the next week or so, and I'm a little irritated about it. But today, to make sure I was staying on point, I pretended I was trying out for a shopper/cashier game show and I rung people up real fast. And I memorized a few more coupon codes. I'm on top of things.

A few hours into my shift I finally got a project. A cigar reset. Which proved to be more time-consuming than predicted. I left the top shelf a mess, with the promise I would finish it tomorrow. There may be more than a few misplaced mylars. But I'll figure it all out tomorrow.

2:45

I was scheduled from 7:30 am to 2:45 pm and I was super-excited. When I got to work at 7:28 am I asked my boss how many breaks I got for such a short shift. He looked confused and I reminded him he scheduled me only until 2:45. He said he meant to schedule me until 4:30 pm, like usual. I told him that because it was on the schedule, I was going to leave at 2:45. Thank you very much. He looked annoyed and said that was fine because we had a midshift. I got two breaks.

Ad Tags

All I did today was put up Ad Tags.

And I rung people up.

There was a bunch of stuff I wanted to take care of, but I didn't get around to it.

The Earache

My earache continues.

I seemed to have a lot of ignorant customers today, making my life difficult.

I'm not sure how to get my work in the Hallmark aisle done when the co-worker who was supposed to be at the register didn't show up. Apparently he has school, and he plans things badly.

Earaches and Job Offers

My ear hurt for most of the day, which made it hard to be cheerful.

I saw one of my regulars who said she is working part-time at a bar and I told her I always thought I would make a good bartender. She said she would ask her boss about getting me a part-time position. I will probably turn it down because I already have two jobs.

Another one of my regulars told me I have beautiful eyes (which is true, obviously!) and she thinks I look like Katy Perry. Very good. She also told me I should try to get into modeling. It sounds so much less dirty when another woman tells me these things, instead of an older man. I take the compliments either way, but I'm just saying.

$105. Are You F-ing K-ing Me?!

One of my first two customers of the day were these two little Asian girls. They were obviously on their way to school, with their cute pink backpacks. But first they had to swing by our Easter aisle. And they bought $105 worth of gum, Easter candy, regular candy, and one gift bag. These girls are starting to become my regulars, and the little one always purchases a ridiculous amount of candy. The least I've rung her up for is $60. The guy behind her in line said "I want her job." Seriously, she either has awful money sense, or her parents make bank. Or both. All I know is I felt guilty when I spent $20 of my parent's money. Although I suppose it could be hers, but she certainly doesn't take long to save up a lot, especially for her age and spending habits. And I have always been leery of over-spending. Also, it amazes me that this kid is allowed to walk around with that much money. Whenever I had a lot of money saved up, my ma always brought me to the bank to make a deposit so I didn't lose it, or get it stolen from me. I would like to ask her a lot questions about the amount she is spending but I will not because that is rude.