(Title inspired by Britney Spears latest song "If U Seek Amy", which really translates to "Fuck Me", except she can't call it that because she's trying to rekindle her career and already has a reputation of being crazier than a shithouse rat.)
Wanna know what the rest of this week is going to be for me? Think Thanksgiving week without the turkey, football, and payroll blowout at work that normally accompanies it.
Tomorrow is the first day of the new month and thus Old Fogey Day. Which means trying to get shit done while shepherding cranky, stinky old people around.
And the cranky should come in buckets this time around, because Thursday is the beginning of our Super Uber Duper Mega Stupendous Fanschmabulous Lowest Price of the Season sale, which means people will have received that ad in the mail and will be demanding the prices in that ad because they do not read starting dates. Management, either at the store level or at corporate, has decided we can give the prices of the Lowest Prices ad on Senior Day if people complain enough, but then they will not get the 15% off their total purchase. It's one or the other. Yeah, the customers will understand that, sure they will.
And I'm doing carryouts Thursday and Saturday and maybe Friday unless I get moved to truck. Those are the first three days of the Lowest Prices sale and thus there are bonus buys and it will be hellishly busy all three days.
I got tomorrow off and it's going to stay that way. If management calls me asking if I want extra hours because the worthless slugs who unload our trucks left all the furniture and bulk for us and we didn't get to it today, the answer's going to be no. They better not even think of calling me in. I don't know if I'll be able to give them the courtesy of not busting out in laughter when telling them no.
If I haven't committed sideways or gotten run over by some dork on heelies, I'll let you know how it goes the next few days.
Wanna know what the rest of this week is going to be for me? Think Thanksgiving week without the turkey, football, and payroll blowout at work that normally accompanies it.
Tomorrow is the first day of the new month and thus Old Fogey Day. Which means trying to get shit done while shepherding cranky, stinky old people around.
And the cranky should come in buckets this time around, because Thursday is the beginning of our Super Uber Duper Mega Stupendous Fanschmabulous Lowest Price of the Season sale, which means people will have received that ad in the mail and will be demanding the prices in that ad because they do not read starting dates. Management, either at the store level or at corporate, has decided we can give the prices of the Lowest Prices ad on Senior Day if people complain enough, but then they will not get the 15% off their total purchase. It's one or the other. Yeah, the customers will understand that, sure they will.
And I'm doing carryouts Thursday and Saturday and maybe Friday unless I get moved to truck. Those are the first three days of the Lowest Prices sale and thus there are bonus buys and it will be hellishly busy all three days.
I got tomorrow off and it's going to stay that way. If management calls me asking if I want extra hours because the worthless slugs who unload our trucks left all the furniture and bulk for us and we didn't get to it today, the answer's going to be no. They better not even think of calling me in. I don't know if I'll be able to give them the courtesy of not busting out in laughter when telling them no.
If I haven't committed sideways or gotten run over by some dork on heelies, I'll let you know how it goes the next few days.
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