Worst day of work. Ever. Take your most stressful, hectic, horrid day at work, add sick puppies, slice your work force in half, then limit the hours given to those who are still working there to the point where you can't spread it any thinner... and then expect the entire thing to run like it did when we had 6 people working back there, three of them being full time.


Then, add an angry Boss who thinks that everything SHOULD still be working fine despite the utter destruction he has caused for the greed of making more money, and then have him turn EVERYTHING on the one kennel tech in the back because they are just there to be snide at.

I've never wanted to quit this job so bad in my life, and I've never been this apathetic about my job. Ever.

Aww =( I'm so sorry. I can't empathize because, well, when I started asking my parents if it was OK for me to get a job yet they said it was very much not OK, despite my strong desire to start earning money for myself-college =\

Did you get rid of druggie chick yet?

*sympathetic*

I hear you Nako... I work retail, and the place I work fires pottery. This time of year SUCKS, because we cant possibly get anything else in the kiln and out again before Christmas, what with the stuff we already have and all. You can see it coming too... Woman, three kids in tow, glancing around... Her eyes alight on you, and you think "Oh, dear God, no. No, no NO." But here she comes, smiling one baby bouncing on her hip, the other two leaving a path of distruction and angry customers in their wake. She gives you this tight sideways smile that says "I'm not really being nice, I am smiling because if I dont you wont give me what I want" and engages you with "Yes, Miss,"-- notice, no hello-- "My precious (spoiled) little *insert name* just HAS to do his/her/their handprints for Gammy, and we were wondering if..."

Now, at this point she has walked past five signs, all telling her there is no way on God's green earth to get pottery by Christmas. It is here that I calmly say "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but..." At the word "but", the smile melts from her face, barbed horns sprout from her forehead, and the voices of Legion issue forth. "WHAT?!!! YOU CANT DO WHAT I WANT?!! BUT I'M RICH!!! bOW BEFORE THE DARK LORD CTHULHU!!!"

If you think this is a dramatization, you have never worked retail.

Let's get together Nako! I will be the constantly disappointing store clerk, and you can sick sick dogs on people!

Hmm.. how many people have I had to tell "No, sir / ma'am, I absolutely do not have any more of those 150 kilo (not pound, KILO) plus items in my warehouse, I really did sell all of them. No, sir / ma'am, I cannot get them in before Christmas - no, my manager can't do anything about it either. No, I can't get them to do a special delivery for you. Special orders come on the weekly truck, the next one you can get an order on to will be at least two weeks after Christmas."

At least ten times today, I was tempted to say, "Ma'am, I'm paid to get items out of the warehouse, not to stand here and take your crap. Tell me what you want or get the FLYING @#$@ out of my store. Thank you." to irate stay-at-home-moms who didn't get their Christmas shopping done in time. It is not my fault the next closest Harbor Freight is an hour away, nor is it my problem.

I want a sign. "Please do not harass the warehouse workers, they are not tame. Ask a cashier or customer service representative ON THE SALES FLOOR WHERE YOU BELONG first." and just marker on a little side note, "PS - No customers in the bloody warehouse. Period. No questions. This is not up for debate. DO NOT ASK. Thanks."

They keep me quiet by bringing in munchies (brownies and cookies and the like). It's working so far, I suppose.

I'll bring the hammers?

EDIT: Also, I wore my custom-made "Cthulhu Made Me Do It" shirt today. Nobody got it. :( I return to R'lyeh with this ill news for my master!

LOL, I actually just finsihed re-reading Call of Cthulhu for kicks... Once you get past the fact that Lovecraft is a flaming racist, he really is a brilliant horror writer. A bit antiquated, but great if you have the taste for it.

In his house at R'yleh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming....

Well, in his defense, the era in which he wrote, being a "flaming racist" was actually quite normal. This is up to 20 years to 40 years before the equal rights for ethnic minorities movements started, so I guess just consider it historical accuracy? :P

also, www.cthulhulives.org - make sure to check out the Christmas.. I mean, Solstice Carols. "Oh it's beginning to look a lot like Fish-Men..."

Im having trouble finding the carols... Doesnt help that my computer moves at rougly the speed of a slime mold growing...

That's a great t-shirt slogan. Do you guys know if the old RP game Call of Cthulhu is still around?

Stormy, I want to get you a T-shirt for Christmas. One that says, "Floggings will continue until morale improves."

Ta for now.

Classic Call of Cthulhu here: http://www.chaosium.com/

Wizards has released a (relatively) popular D20 version that I have yet to check out, but which has gotten good to great reviews all around. Nicest thing of all, it's still written by Mr. Tynes, at least in part. Couldn't find a page for it on WotC's site, but here's the amazon link: www.amazon.com/Call-Cthulhu-Horror-Roleplaying-WotC/dp/0786926392

http://www.cthulhulives.org/Solstice/

That's where the music is, Rose.

That sounds like the awesomest shirt ever, fury D= does it really exist or are you being funny? =P

Well, at least I'm not the only one with problems in retail. I hope everyone else is surviving the holidays x_x

The t-shirt really does exist. I saw someone wearing one at an Irish festival last summer.

Phantasm, thanks for the links.

How is everyone faring now that the holiday rush is over?

*happy sigh*

I love not having school... and limited work... Is very very nice.

:)

Well, just imagine the fun I've had, working five summers for the Boy Scouts of America. I get the brat, er I mean boys, that the parents didn't want to keep around for a week. They range from 11 to 17, so I have to plan any given lesson I teach to range from "I'm young enough to snicker when you say sex" to "I think it's cool to sneak beer/fireworks/dip/drugs onto a boyscout camp" And there's always the constant fear of youth protection "Mommy, that guy touched/said/looked at me in a bad way". And of course, you can't kick them out of your class for misbehaving, and you don't have time to give the three legitimately ADHD kids the personal attention that would keep you in line because your class designed for 12 is now holding 24...

On the plus side, I can tell the kids not to swim in the lake if they're allergic to dihydrogen monoxide.

Bwahahahaha, the dread dihydrogen monoxide strikes again! Beware those who choose to enter the lake of DOOOOOM!!!

But on the plus side, you only have to deal with them for a few weeks a year... I have to teach stupid kids how to paint all year round.
grrrrr...................