And then again....

Today was obviously Everybody Change Your Mind at the Last Fucking Minute Day. One pissy bitch weaseled out of a $130 pair of Butch Boots because we don't offer overnite shipping to her location. Another guy made excuses about not having his credit card with him. Someone else's card didn't go through...I managed about $600 in orders, which isn't terrible, but after getting snarked at by my manager, it didn't make me any happier.

Sometimes, I like the guy; days like today, I think he's an asshole who has it in for me. On one hand, he says my numbers are moving in the right direction---then he picks a call to review and shreds me like confetti. I could have done this, I should have done that, our sales partner doesn't like us to say blah-blah-blah (It was Fit-nazis; they're my rock bottom least favorite store. Don't even get me started on those people.)---so he tore me a new one over what I thought was a sweet and swift transaction---I made a sale, but he gave me shit about my checkout procedures.

And when I asked whether it would be a problem if I came in my own time to sit through the Posh Brits training more than once, he said no, I couldn't be there and not get paid for it, and if I was going to be here, I'd have to be on the phones. (Fuck you very much, I don't think so! As it is, I have to come in a half-hour early and work my regular shift. Yeah, it's overtime, but that's not the point. *shrug, eyeroll* Whatever.)

So, today my feelings about my job are a little less happy.

This too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass....

And then again....

Today was obviously Everybody Change Your Mind at the Last Fucking Minute Day. One pissy bitch weaseled out of a $130 pair of Butch Boots because we don't offer overnite shipping to her location. Another guy made excuses about not having his credit card with him. Someone else's card didn't go through...I managed about $600 in orders, which isn't terrible, but after getting snarked at by my manager, it didn't make me any happier.

Sometimes, I like the guy; days like today, I think he's an asshole who has it in for me. On one hand, he says my numbers are moving in the right direction---then he picks a call to review and shreds me like confetti. I could have done this, I should have done that, our sales partner doesn't like us to say blah-blah-blah (It was Fit-nazis; they're my rock bottom least favorite store. Don't even get me started on those people.)---so he tore me a new one over what I thought was a sweet and swift transaction---I made a sale, but he gave me shit about my checkout procedures.

And when I asked whether it would be a problem if I came in my own time to sit through the Posh Brits training more than once, he said no, I couldn't be there and not get paid for it, and if I was going to be here, I'd have to be on the phones. (Fuck you very much, I don't think so! As it is, I have to come in a half-hour early and work my regular shift. Yeah, it's overtime, but that's not the point. *shrug, eyeroll* Whatever.)

So, today my feelings about my job are a little less happy.

This too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass...this too shall pass....

Squeeing, flailing and trumpet fanfare

I finally got to watch this week's ep of SPN. ( Spoilers for 'Houses of the Holy' )

Damn, that was fun. It made me realize that, although they drive around in the Impala, there have been very few actual car chases. My only complaint was, I think the one they were using this week needs a tune-up. Or a better muffler.
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Squeeing, flailing and trumpet fanfare

I finally got to watch this week's ep of SPN. ( Spoilers for 'Houses of the Holy' )

Damn, that was fun. It made me realize that, although they drive around in the Impala, there have been very few actual car chases. My only complaint was, I think the one they were using this week needs a tune-up. Or a better muffler.
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Super Bowl spoilers (if there is such a thing)

Confidential to Tony Dungy -- Dude, I love ya---but you really should've used Gramatica for that last field goal attempt.

Super Bowl spoilers (if there is such a thing)

Confidential to Tony Dungy -- Dude, I love ya---but you really should've used Gramatica for that last field goal attempt.