Friday night was my first night training up at the service desk. I only stayed until 7pm, so I wasn't trained on how to close the store. Then Saturday, Justin doesn't want to work service desk, and I don't really feel like straightening after a big ad weekend, so I switch with him and get my first crash-course in service desking all by myself. It was interesting, that's for sure. I got yelled at a bunch by Shirley, the softlines manager who doesn't even WORK up front several times. Once for eating an ice cream cone while I wasn't even on break. Psh. Buy one, get one free for TEN MINUTES only! I couldn't pass that up! Zack and I pooled our resources and got some ice cream, damnit. Then I got in trouble for EATING LUNCH in a 15 minute time span and not having anyone to cover the desk for me. Cripes. There were SO many customers in the store yesterday that I couldn't bother Justin to cover for me...that would have been rediculous. And we weren't that busy up front for the time being, so I took advantage of it.
Then I got in trouble for relaxing while Justin showed me how to close the store later that night. She said, "Andrea, I just don't think you're going to work out up here. You need to keep busy and keep your checkers busy." Well EXCUUUUUUSE me! First night on the job, I'm sorry I don't know every tiny detail of the job! CRIPES. Made me want to cry.
Then today at work, Shirley basically told me I wasn't fast enough in maintenancing (sorry if I spelled that wrong), so Zack was going to do it and I should cover service desk...which I'm not cut out for, apparently. Anywho...
I was helping a woman carry some bedding stuff back to Layaway and I had it on a 2-wheel dolly, but it was SO tall that I had to peek around the bed box, but I knocked it off the cart and it hit the shelves next to me, then fell to the floor, landing on my foot, with my big toe taking the brunt of the 5billion pound box. OMG it hurt soooo bad. My toe is still throbbing. I don't think it's broken because I can move it...but it sure doesn't feel good. Then, backing away while taking to someone, I ran into a shopping cart that was jammed into something else, and bashed my achilles tendon into the cart. Hurt. Pain. Wow.
Well, those are my last couple days balled up into a few paragraphs. Enjoy!
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I know if we were face to face, you would probably smack me, but I could not help but laugh. Sorry. Keep up the good fight for the position and hopefully the raise!
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