I worked.
I couldn't sleep the night before and finally fell asleep at about 7 AM on Halloween. Needless to say my mind/body were not happy when my alarm went off at 10 AM so . . .
I overslept, missed the bus, and was a half an hour late. The person I spoke to when I called neglected to let anyone know that I'd called, so my boss was not happy when I got there.
The books half of my shift was easy aside from the LS manager constantly reminding me that he was off at five so I needed to take my lunch from 4--5. Which was no problem except that at like ten 'til 5 I got pulled up front to run register during during the shift change, so I didn't get to my lunch until a little after 5, so the LS manager was pissed. I was like dude, this is so not my fault--our boss is the one who can't write a schedule properly so there are these effing gaps in coverage.
During the LS half of my shift I got called up front for something and one of my co-workers pointed out a rip in the underarm of my shirt. And when I got upset she asked why it was a big deal, and I said I just liked that shirt, but really, it's because it's one of like 5 shirts I have that are wearable. Sucks.
I stocked USED CD's and did a good close, because oooh, the department actually looks decent now because corporate sent someone to whip our store into shape. That's a true story--a store manager from somewhere in Washington is working at our store until the end of the year(ish) to bring us up to standards. First of all it's pathetic that that had to happen but whatever. Second of all, most of my co-workers are acting like this guy is a freaking god when really all he's done since he got here was straighten/re-zone Trends and Novelties. And I'm not denying, it looks great. But honestly, any one of us who knows LS could've done the exact same thing if we were given the same considerations this d-bag was--unlimited hours and permission to JUST zone--no customer service, no stocking, no flex, etc. So sorry but I'm not impressed. Plus the guy's just kind of an arrogant ass who walks around acting like he's God's gift to Hastings when he's worked for the company for less than a year.
About ten minutes before I was off I went to the back so I could get my stuff and print my schedule for next week and whatever, and I get back there and hear someone in the cash office. It was the girl who'd been on register one (she's really new) and she was attempting to run her audit. But . . . no one ever taught her how to do an audit. Sigh. So I had to show her. And I actually don't mind training at all--I kind of love training newbies, actually--but not when A) I'm not expecting it; B) I have to leave like RIGHT THEN so I could catch the bus; and C) The person I'm training is so stressed out about the whole thing that she's almost in tears and about to have an anxiety attack. Oh, and D) My mental health is already shot. I find it SO aggravating that this poor girl was just kind of thrown to the wolves, and that none of our upper managers bothered doing their jobs and training her. To me, that's a lot more annoying than having had to train her myself and all that.
And then, in the midst of all this going on I checked next week's schedules and I'm scheduled 7AM--4PM on Sunday (11/4). The thing is, I'm listed as NOT AVAILABLE on Sundays. I have been since I started back at the Kingman store in September of last year. Initially I did it because I wanted Corey and I to have one day completely off together, and now it's just my day for myself, y'know? So trying to give my boss the benefit of the doubt I checked to see if maybe my availability had gotten changed in the system . . . it hadn't. So either their scheduling system has a glitch or my boss just doesn't effing pay attention. I left my boss a note, but I'll say this--I am not working Sunday. Period, the end. Their error, their problem.
I am so sick and tired of this store, I really am. I hope I find a new job soon, and even if I don't, I'm thinking I'll probably put in my two weeks' notice soon. I'm just about done.
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