Saturday, November 29, 2008

Merry Fucking Blitz-mas, Assholes

Welcome to my nightmare.
Seriously, is this bullshit worth a goddamned $200 flat screen TV? I don't fucking think so. What the hell is wrong with you fucking morons?!

Keep it up, guys. My faith in humanity is dropping below zero now.

--Weasel, "Fuck it. I want off this miserable forsaken rock. NOW."

Saturday, November 22, 2008

I Work With Idiots

But then again, what else is new?

Nearly tore out my hair on Thursday: Someone brought up a shower head with a clearance sticker on it. The sticker said $9.00 but it was meant for toys (Dept 7) and the shower head in question came up $27.88. So I called Hardware and asked them about it. The guy working back there said that it was not a clearance item and the 27.88 price was correct. I tell the customer this. She demands a head cashier. I explain everything. He takes off. When he comes back he says that I have to override it, per Tom.

You remember Tom, right? The fucking idiot dickhead? Yeah, not only is he a lousy manager but he just cost our fucking store damn near twenty bucks. And there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. It seems as long as the items is marked with a clearance tag I have to sell it at clearance price no matter what.

Fast forward to last night. Seems the person working in stationary was redoing an endcap and didn't change the sign. So I sold four (or was it six?) Crayola Light Writers for $1.88. They actually retail for $19.97. If management pisses about it, too fucking bad. I saw the sign myself and considering the night before, why fucking try to do the right thing?

I'd scream, but I can't do it loud enough and I'd just ruin my voice anyway. There's no damn point.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

It Begins

Doing laundry right now. Prime's upstairs watching Stargate SG-1. Thankfully, I had a relatively short shift today; I don't think I could have been able to stand a full one.

Work's getting busier. A lot busier. I think our business has doubled this year as compared to last year. I'm already about to tear my hair out as it is; I dread to even think about Black Friday.

This is not going to be a pleasant Cashmas season. I just know it.

Sunday, November 09, 2008

News Flash

I fucking hate people.
That is all.

--Weasel, trying to repress the urge to kill someone who really needs/deserves it.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Coping Mechanisms

Cashmas is now in full swing at my store; we lit up our trees a couple of days ago.

I'm not looking forward to this. At all. But I'm finding ways to cope.

I've been telling myself as of late that one day worked is one day closer to BotCon. And it's worked, to a degree. Work is a little less unbearable.

Now if only there was a way to shut one of my co-workers up permanently, I'd be in heaven. (He'll be bitching mightily because Obama won. According to him, I'll be in a burqa by next year. Whatthefuckever.)

--Weasel, "2009 can't come quick enough."