We were short one person and it threw us off.
A woman wanted to buy a whole case of eggs, which is fifteen cartons. We only had that one until Tuesday, so my manager said no. She said they go through 24 eggs a day. Which is obscene to me. There better be 12 people in that family. Reminds me of the John Waters film, "Pink Flamingos".
The new guy is highly suspicious. He wanted to leave early tonight, but no one would let him. He says that the manager was going to let him end his shift at 10:30, but this week he has to stay till 12:30. But just for this week. According to the manager, he never said that he had to leave early.
I had to re-do the reader board again this week. I was a lot faster at it, so I was pretty proud of myself. While I was out there, I was blowing bubbles with my gum and when I brought it back into my mouth, there was a little crunch. I think I might have gotten a bug. Also, I hit my leg, and I got a nasty bruise right on my vein.
I close again tomorrow, and then on Monday I get my wisdom teeth taken out. I'm very stressed.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Thursday, August 22, 2013
First Things First
We were super-busy today. I think it might be because of the back-to-school stuff.
I rung up a mom and daughter, and when the mom rushed away to grab something else, I asked the girl (who was maybe 12) when school started. She looked at me like I was a moron, and said in a low voice,
"It already started."
The mom came back, and I told her about our 'conversation', and she and I had a good laugh. She said she hoped I wasn't offended. I said,
"Not at all! It was very funny, the way she answered. And obviously I should know when school starts...I mean, what kind of dum-dum doesn't know that?"
We had another good chuckle.
I was ringing up a woman with a lot of tattoos, and a guy in another store's uniform. I complimented her on her ink because they were bright, and well done, and I don't see that many women with ink like that. I told her me and my sister have matching tatts, and we wanted to get an embellishment done on them. She asked what it was of, our matchies, so I awkwardly lifted my leg up and showed her the one on my right leg. Then she told me her sister, who is in her fifties, just got one done. We admitted that they do hurt. In retrospect, it was a little weird of me to show her like that, but whats' done is done.
Apparently everyone in the store needs Sundays off, which annoys me greatly. I am hoping because I was one of the first to start this trend, the manager will remember that and act accordingly.
Some young guy came up to the photo counter to ask about his application. I hope we hire someone new, because some of the folks we have need help.
I called another store to ask if they would process a customer's black and white film. We chatted for a minute, and he said they would try. I asked if they still did the 1-hour photo service, and he said no! I was totally surprised and told him that the system told me they did, and I may or may not have been sending customers there for that service. He jokingly said,
"That was you?! I'll have to remember your name. Yeah, we've been getting a lot of people in."
I found a store that actually still has that service, verified with a phone call. And I was telling all involved that a person could process black and white film with color chemicals, but it gives the film a slightly pinkish tint. I know this because I went to college.
We put up some Halloween candy! Already!
I rung up a mom and daughter, and when the mom rushed away to grab something else, I asked the girl (who was maybe 12) when school started. She looked at me like I was a moron, and said in a low voice,
"It already started."
The mom came back, and I told her about our 'conversation', and she and I had a good laugh. She said she hoped I wasn't offended. I said,
"Not at all! It was very funny, the way she answered. And obviously I should know when school starts...I mean, what kind of dum-dum doesn't know that?"
We had another good chuckle.
I was ringing up a woman with a lot of tattoos, and a guy in another store's uniform. I complimented her on her ink because they were bright, and well done, and I don't see that many women with ink like that. I told her me and my sister have matching tatts, and we wanted to get an embellishment done on them. She asked what it was of, our matchies, so I awkwardly lifted my leg up and showed her the one on my right leg. Then she told me her sister, who is in her fifties, just got one done. We admitted that they do hurt. In retrospect, it was a little weird of me to show her like that, but whats' done is done.
Apparently everyone in the store needs Sundays off, which annoys me greatly. I am hoping because I was one of the first to start this trend, the manager will remember that and act accordingly.
Some young guy came up to the photo counter to ask about his application. I hope we hire someone new, because some of the folks we have need help.
I called another store to ask if they would process a customer's black and white film. We chatted for a minute, and he said they would try. I asked if they still did the 1-hour photo service, and he said no! I was totally surprised and told him that the system told me they did, and I may or may not have been sending customers there for that service. He jokingly said,
"That was you?! I'll have to remember your name. Yeah, we've been getting a lot of people in."
I found a store that actually still has that service, verified with a phone call. And I was telling all involved that a person could process black and white film with color chemicals, but it gives the film a slightly pinkish tint. I know this because I went to college.
We put up some Halloween candy! Already!
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
There Is A Storm A-Brewin'
When we left work today, it was windy and really warm; and there was a slight drizzle going on. I thought it was beautiful.
There was a paper jam in one of the photo printers, which I did nothing about because it was too late. I did leave a sweet note, though.
A lot of other things happened. But for some reason I can't write about it.
There was a paper jam in one of the photo printers, which I did nothing about because it was too late. I did leave a sweet note, though.
A lot of other things happened. But for some reason I can't write about it.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
We Were Short One Person
We didn't have a person in Cosmetics, but we still made it out on time. Not sure how, but I'm glad we did.
There were two guys who came in about three times each, buying a few things each time. I guess they're just disorganized, although one of them informed me he would be back everyday to purchase a small bag of nuts. Right on.
Even though it was over 60 degrees outside all night, this woman came in an outfit that was very suspicious. Her legs looked like they were covered by maybe two or three pairs of pants, she had hiking boots on, a button-up with a few t-shirts underneath, a sweater tied around her shoulders, and a jacket tied around her waist. She bought a package of Hanes Men's T-Shirts. I've seen her before, but never in so many layers.
Why children come into my store after 8pm is beyond me. There was a super-cute kid in a thermal pajama set, with his pull-up visible. His head was enormous, and he was in the cart, just looking around. His family were all on their phones.
During one of our rushes, a bouncy-ball bounced behind the register. Because of a few rambuncious kids whose parents didn't want to tell them how to live.
There were a few sets of parents-with-children purchasing a bunch of school supplies. All parties looked upset at the idea of the school year upon us and the prices of such important items.
I saved 71% on my purchase of notebooks, erasers, hair dye, make-up remover and chocolate. Yes. My co-workers were duly impressed.
I have tomorrow and the next day off, for which I am grateful.
There were two guys who came in about three times each, buying a few things each time. I guess they're just disorganized, although one of them informed me he would be back everyday to purchase a small bag of nuts. Right on.
Even though it was over 60 degrees outside all night, this woman came in an outfit that was very suspicious. Her legs looked like they were covered by maybe two or three pairs of pants, she had hiking boots on, a button-up with a few t-shirts underneath, a sweater tied around her shoulders, and a jacket tied around her waist. She bought a package of Hanes Men's T-Shirts. I've seen her before, but never in so many layers.
Why children come into my store after 8pm is beyond me. There was a super-cute kid in a thermal pajama set, with his pull-up visible. His head was enormous, and he was in the cart, just looking around. His family were all on their phones.
During one of our rushes, a bouncy-ball bounced behind the register. Because of a few rambuncious kids whose parents didn't want to tell them how to live.
There were a few sets of parents-with-children purchasing a bunch of school supplies. All parties looked upset at the idea of the school year upon us and the prices of such important items.
I saved 71% on my purchase of notebooks, erasers, hair dye, make-up remover and chocolate. Yes. My co-workers were duly impressed.
I have tomorrow and the next day off, for which I am grateful.
Late Photos
I made a photo book! It was my first one, and it printed out from a printer that sits taller that I am. I arranged the pages and set them in a linen-bound book. It was pretty sweet.
A woman was going through her photos and she told me about her trip to San Diego to visit her daughter and her son. Her son is stationed at the Navel Base and her daughter just lives there. She spent a while editing her photos. She needed some help in finalizing her order. Anyway, I always appreciate people's photo stories, which people are so willing to share.
We got out late because the manager on duty had just come back from a two-week vay-cay and forgot what was happening.
A woman was going through her photos and she told me about her trip to San Diego to visit her daughter and her son. Her son is stationed at the Navel Base and her daughter just lives there. She spent a while editing her photos. She needed some help in finalizing her order. Anyway, I always appreciate people's photo stories, which people are so willing to share.
We got out late because the manager on duty had just come back from a two-week vay-cay and forgot what was happening.
Friday, August 16, 2013
I'm Thinking
Usually I'm ok with my life. I have a great husband, a wonderful baby, and a supportive and loving extended family. I'm employed full-time. But there is something about the evening/night shift that can make a person re-evaluate everything. I don't know why that is, but now I feel all discombobulated. Should I go back to school? Get a degree/liecense in massage therapy? Should I just keep plugging away at this job? What I do know is that I am very blessed. I also know that I have wanted many careers and/or jobs in my life, but I have always wanted to be a mom. Some women don't have that calling, and I respect that. I just ask that they respect my desire and need to be a mommy. But now I am forced to ask: What should I do now? Are there other goals I want to work towards? How do I go about doing them if I have trouble getting all the housework done?
Everyday before I drop my kid off at his grandparent's house and head to work, I am filled with anxiety about all the stuff I did not accomplish before work. And then I stress about not spending enough time with son, or not expanding his horizons enough, or not showing him enough attention...oh my Lord, this madness must end.
I only processed four photo orders today.
Everyday before I drop my kid off at his grandparent's house and head to work, I am filled with anxiety about all the stuff I did not accomplish before work. And then I stress about not spending enough time with son, or not expanding his horizons enough, or not showing him enough attention...oh my Lord, this madness must end.
I only processed four photo orders today.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Back Again
I had work this evening, after a lovable four days off.
I got a true and great compliment on my eyes...yes, they are amazing.
I helped the new guy learn photo. And I took in a disposable camera for this girl's order; upon closer inspection it had
"Makes you see weird shit"
or something like that, written on the front. The wrapper was covered in pot leaves, and the examples on it were pictures of "weird shit". Like a dog wearing sunglasses, or cupcakes dancing around the open road/sky. She said she got it from Urban Outfitters. Seemed pretty cool, although a little stupid. It would be annoying to me to know there would be other images over my images, but not know what or where those other images were.
I was processing an order, and noticed there seemed to be something a little odd about the images. As more and more of them came in, I realized they were old (from the early 60's, probably) and they were just regular family snapshots! I love that stuff! I did my senior thesis on the idea of a snapshot, and how we look at them today, how we can interpret them differently based on the time period, how frequent they are with the coming of the digital age...it took a lot of willpower not to stand there and look at all of them (there were over 50). But I'm really happy I got to glimpse what I did, being the voyeur that I am.
It was the last day for a coworker I was really beginning to like. She says she'll be back in December. I hope so!
I got a true and great compliment on my eyes...yes, they are amazing.
I helped the new guy learn photo. And I took in a disposable camera for this girl's order; upon closer inspection it had
"Makes you see weird shit"
or something like that, written on the front. The wrapper was covered in pot leaves, and the examples on it were pictures of "weird shit". Like a dog wearing sunglasses, or cupcakes dancing around the open road/sky. She said she got it from Urban Outfitters. Seemed pretty cool, although a little stupid. It would be annoying to me to know there would be other images over my images, but not know what or where those other images were.
I was processing an order, and noticed there seemed to be something a little odd about the images. As more and more of them came in, I realized they were old (from the early 60's, probably) and they were just regular family snapshots! I love that stuff! I did my senior thesis on the idea of a snapshot, and how we look at them today, how we can interpret them differently based on the time period, how frequent they are with the coming of the digital age...it took a lot of willpower not to stand there and look at all of them (there were over 50). But I'm really happy I got to glimpse what I did, being the voyeur that I am.
It was the last day for a coworker I was really beginning to like. She says she'll be back in December. I hope so!
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