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2005-02-07
Yesterday wasn't bad. Work went okay, without being too horrible, though I did have one of my first experiences with being the backup Guest Services Manager. See, the morning bagger yesterday isn't normally a bagger during the rest of the week, so he never does the usual bagger duties on Sunday. Well, I knew that the Manager was coming in, and that the parking lot HAD to be clear of baskets before she got there. So, when he came in, I made it crystal freakin' clear that the lot was Very Important, and Must Be Done First Before The Manager Sees It.
At 8am, the manager called. She was sitting outside, and the lot was full of baskets. The bagger, a produce clerk, and I had to go outside to clear it real quick. When I got back in, without raising my voice or using harsh language, I got on the bagger's case about it, and asking what he had been doing. He said that he was pulling trash. I told him that carts were the #1 priority, and then explained in minute detail what his other responsibilities were, just in case he forgot again.
Doing payroll this week was a chore. I just can't stand it. It's not fun. It's not enjoyable. It's not mentally invigorating. It's just the same stupid shit, over and over. Marcus can't clock in. So-and-so didn't get clocked out. Some-or-another was missing hours on his check (as if it was my fault that they didn't punch the clock). I'm tired of it, to be sure. To top it off, I got a call from someone in HR this week at 1015, telling me that I was holding up the division from posting. Odd, since I've been that late before, and it's not caused a phone call. What annoyed me is that I was finalizing things when she called, and if I'd been left alone, I'd have had it done sooner than I was when she called. (She fixed my last two errors, and forced the store to post.)
I left work, and picked up Scott. While I'd been to his house twice, it was long enough ago that I wasn't sure how far down Goodman Road to drive, and got disoriented enough that I had to call himi. It turns out that I didn't drive FAR ENOUGH down Goodman. Cool. I picked him up, and we went to my house, so I could resync my iPod, and chnage shirts. From there, we went to Charles', to Schnucks for some beer, and back to Charles' for the game.
We watched it on TiVo, since we didn't wanna miss any commercials or game. No pressure to hurry, either, ya know? So, we watched the game, which sucked in the first quarter, was alright in the second, was drastically improved in the third, and was exciting in the fourth. That is, until the two-minute warning in the 4th. TiVo had recorded what the program guide said it'd last, and then stopped. We were probably an hour and a half behind the game then, so we missed the last two minutes of the game. Of course, it's pretty easy to imagine what happened, but it's not the same as watching it. You know?
I dropped Scott off, and came home. By the time I reached my house, the Sobe Adrenaline Rush I'd slammed when I was taking Scott home had worn off, so I was dead on my feet. Even after posting last night about going to bed, I still sat up and watched American Wedding. Funny movie, and my favorite of the three. I should have gone to bed, instead, though. I'm still tired now, but I have to go to my aunt's, and reinstall her operating system, since 59 running processes on a freshly-booted computer, coupled with 28 virii that even Norton can't delete, make for a bad computer.
Now, to add more tunes to my iPod. It's gonna be a long day.
At 8am, the manager called. She was sitting outside, and the lot was full of baskets. The bagger, a produce clerk, and I had to go outside to clear it real quick. When I got back in, without raising my voice or using harsh language, I got on the bagger's case about it, and asking what he had been doing. He said that he was pulling trash. I told him that carts were the #1 priority, and then explained in minute detail what his other responsibilities were, just in case he forgot again.
Doing payroll this week was a chore. I just can't stand it. It's not fun. It's not enjoyable. It's not mentally invigorating. It's just the same stupid shit, over and over. Marcus can't clock in. So-and-so didn't get clocked out. Some-or-another was missing hours on his check (as if it was my fault that they didn't punch the clock). I'm tired of it, to be sure. To top it off, I got a call from someone in HR this week at 1015, telling me that I was holding up the division from posting. Odd, since I've been that late before, and it's not caused a phone call. What annoyed me is that I was finalizing things when she called, and if I'd been left alone, I'd have had it done sooner than I was when she called. (She fixed my last two errors, and forced the store to post.)
I left work, and picked up Scott. While I'd been to his house twice, it was long enough ago that I wasn't sure how far down Goodman Road to drive, and got disoriented enough that I had to call himi. It turns out that I didn't drive FAR ENOUGH down Goodman. Cool. I picked him up, and we went to my house, so I could resync my iPod, and chnage shirts. From there, we went to Charles', to Schnucks for some beer, and back to Charles' for the game.
We watched it on TiVo, since we didn't wanna miss any commercials or game. No pressure to hurry, either, ya know? So, we watched the game, which sucked in the first quarter, was alright in the second, was drastically improved in the third, and was exciting in the fourth. That is, until the two-minute warning in the 4th. TiVo had recorded what the program guide said it'd last, and then stopped. We were probably an hour and a half behind the game then, so we missed the last two minutes of the game. Of course, it's pretty easy to imagine what happened, but it's not the same as watching it. You know?
I dropped Scott off, and came home. By the time I reached my house, the Sobe Adrenaline Rush I'd slammed when I was taking Scott home had worn off, so I was dead on my feet. Even after posting last night about going to bed, I still sat up and watched American Wedding. Funny movie, and my favorite of the three. I should have gone to bed, instead, though. I'm still tired now, but I have to go to my aunt's, and reinstall her operating system, since 59 running processes on a freshly-booted computer, coupled with 28 virii that even Norton can't delete, make for a bad computer.
Now, to add more tunes to my iPod. It's gonna be a long day.