| Fuck Kohl's |
[May. 20th, 2006|05:16 am] |
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| | Skyclad - Constance Eternal | ] |
So I threw up at work today. Three times. The first time, I went back to the line, because I was hoping I'd feel better. Second time was right before break started. I figured I'd wait out the break and see if I was okay. I threw up 25 minutes into the break, so decided I'd better go home.
I talked to the supervisor on duty and found out--much to my ire--that I would be unable to leave the building until 5am due to the fact that it was locked up. I was confined to a small room and told to sit and wait until the manager rolled on by.
I kinda slept, I guess. One eye open. As soon as he got into his office, I made contact with him and told him that I threw up. The first two things he asked me:
1. Did you clock out while you weren't working?
2. Did you make a mess anywhere?
It's good to know that people give a shit if I'm okay.
This coupled with the "come in at 11pm and work indefinitely" policy make me hate working here. Oh, and that I'm only getting 16 hours (at the expense of a week of normal sleep) next week. That's pretty shitty, too. I will be devoting as much time during the days next week, then, to finding a new job. I should give Saver's a call. If they can hook me up with a full-time position, I'd practically cream myself. I don't care how shitty the work is, as long as it's full time. Plus, impromptu interviews suck nuts. "I'm good at lifting shit." For fuck's sake, Paul.
On an interesting note, the Labor Law website has something to say about being held on the premises without pay. "...the employer is required to pay for all hours worked including waiting time, call time, training time and any other time the employee is restricted to the premises of the employer." Granted, that statement was in regards to "being on call in the building without pay." However, I think that maybe I'm owed an hour of pay. I should call the secretary Monday and see what can be done about this. |
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| I'm sore and my socks are wet |
[May. 10th, 2006|06:41 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | Rising Gael - William's Ghost | ] |
Tomorrow, we get to be reviewed by the district manager. It will be my all-time fourth shift. Hopefully, he won't ask too many difficult questions about what the hell I'm supposed to be doing. I understand the basics, but if he asked me to, say, explain how to determine if an item from the truck should go directly to backstock or how to change the signs, I wouldn't have a clue. I just cut open boxes (and my fingertips on occasion), and put shit near identical shit. A monkey could do my job.
Except a monkey couldn't lift wrought iron garden furniture sets over its head and put them in "temporary storage." I'm pretty sure that that's code for "you will have to move this again tomorrow, but I didn't have anything else for you to do at this point in time."
Having started working a lot more lately, I'm not sure if this daily bike ride thing is going to work out too well for me. I prefer to go out riding between 11:00-1:00 at night, and I'm at work during that time. Fortunately, my work keeps me physically active. Moreso, anyway, than sitting around on my ass.
*insert clever segue here*
I'm not sure how I feel about falling asleep in front of the televion. I've taken early evening, pre-work naps for the last couple of days and my dreams are spattered with dialogue directly from the television. Falling asleep during CSI is not conducive to a good nap, as dreams about DNA samples and negatives of fingerprints can be distracting.
Called the Clinic yesterday, and did an impromptu mini-interview over the phone. The lady said that she'd forward my information to the personnel manager and I will hear back from him within the week if they're considering me. The biggest problem is that this job is also on a per-need basis, which means that I can't have a schedule that adjusts to itself. Hopefully, I'll be able to get my foot in the door at the Clinic job, and then change my availability. If I have Sunday, Monday and Tuesday nights set as available for Kohl's, and then Wednesday evenings, Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays set up for the Clinic, I should be able to squeek by each week with at least 32 hours. Hopefully.
These fuckers need to understand that, damnit, I will have rent to pay and I can't afford to be jerked around like this. Off to bed, as I need to wake up in time for Star Trek at 1:00. |
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| 8===D |
[May. 8th, 2006|10:36 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Beauty and the Beast - Something There | ] |
Last night was the most amazing night of work. Ever. I swear to Christ, it was awesome. We spent the first four hours unloading a truck full of crap. But this wasn't just some ordinary truck. Nay, it was a SPECIAL DEALS ON FIXTURES OMG!1!1 truck. So the system by which we had to sort the merchandise was different than normal. And then the manager didn't have a list of how many boxes belonged in each fixture, so EC-003 took up nearly half the warehouse, while RT-025a had maybe two boxes. But they were given the same amount of space (one U-boat). This is one of the problems I'm beginning to see with working in no-skill retail: I'm smarter than fucking everybody.
That, and since the managers need to protect the products from in-store theft, they are required to keep the building on lockdown during the night. Which means that I'm not allowed to go outside and smoke. Which means that by the end of the shift, I'm very short tempered and cranky.
Tomorrow I will contact the Clinic in regards to the job offer that they're giving me. Part-time with benefits, fucks yeah. Plus, I talked to one of my managers at Kohl's, and I can supplement the Clinic with a couple of night shifts a week working for those guys. All in all, I'll be working 32 hours one week, 40 hours the next. Hopefully. Depending on how flexible Kohl's is, I could be working 40 hours each week, but it'd be a weird staggering switch off of shifts, and money won't be THAT tight.
Stocking men's basics is the most fun you can have. I promise.
The point is probably moot now (as there are no more productions), but just the other night, I saw Wabasha-Kellog's performance of Beauty and the Beast. It was mediocre. Mediocre for a high school performance, I mean. By any normal standards, it was terrible. None of the players could both act AND sing. For most of them, it was one or the other. For a lot of them, it was neither.
Besides cutting out some lyrics from "Something There," Belle having no real expressiveness, Gaston singing out of tune (and having no range), the Beast not being able to act worth a damn, and most of the other players being really quiet the entire time, I guess it was okay. Babette was a fucking fox, though. I found out after the fact that while she was a hot redhead in a corset, she was wearing fake boob inserts.
*seethes* I never can win, can I? |
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| OMG THIS IS A TEST |
[May. 7th, 2006|03:57 am] |
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| | Lordi - Hard Rock Hallelujah | ] |
DOES THIS WORK IS IT BROKEN WTF IS GOING ON
THANKS |
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