Frustration

So, Here I am, at 1:21 am writing my next blog post, after a nice long day of work.

Let's start with last night, shall we? I was spending my last few hours awake last night, pondering what to write about today. I looked at weird news posts, such as a Japanese box that simulates kissing, and other such things. I decided to just sleep on it, and decide when I wake up...until it took me until 5:00 am to fall asleep. Being the smart person I am, I had also regrettably forgotten to set my alarm for the morning, so I wouldn't screw over my sleep schedule too much...but anyways! I get a nice awakening to my boss calling me and telling me to come in early, because a lovely co-worker (might I say she is QUITE a character) had called in sick, for the third time. What a joyous awakening this was, seeing how my 6 hour shift turned into an 9 hour shift.

I'd like to take a quick break from the story, to tell you more about this..amazing..co-worker of mine. I'll start off by saying she has a very bad case of ADD, and when she's on Adderall She has zero respect for anyone. I'm a key holder, so I'm in charge when my boss or my manager aren't around. I close the store and so forth. She walks all over me, because there's literally nothing I can do..except "tattle" on her. I've done this a few times, when she's pushed me over the edge. All she ever gets however is a write-up, which is like a slap on the wrist. She's always finding someway to get out of doing what she's supposed to do, and it drives me INSANE. The last thing she does that makes me mad, is she will use any excuse to get out of coming in that day. Every single day she has "called in sick" is because she's too hung over to do anything. She gets hammered with a different girl every night. She has had more boyfriends, and one night dates then I have the patience to count to in my head, and I have a lot of patience. She once even called in, because she couldn't move due to shock from her ex-boyfriend from 3 years ago, had just gotten engaged. Excuse me while I punch a wall.


Back to the story, So Hungover chick calls in, makes me come in early, because I'm such a great guy and all. I get to the store, to relieve pressure on the only two people working at the time. Now, one thing that I don't understand, is why women are so hateful to workers at retail stores ( I work at a women's retail store for my parents, laugh it up, I get bank off it and it's a job. ) If you aren't aware of what a resale store is, it's a store that buys gently used clothes, and sells them back for cheaper then retail value. So my job that day was to be a buyer, so I'm basically taking old shit from people, to sell again. It drives me crazy that people think we're just good will, and bring all their crappy, smelly, gross shit in and expect us to give them at least 1000$ for it. That's not how it works. When we tell them that their stuff is too old or gross for us (nicely of course) they get offended and throw a fit. Why not by chance have a closet full of gross shit in the first off, and not hold it for 6 years expecting us to take it?

Aside from that, the day goes by, and it's actually a pretty dead day, no one comes in...until freaking 10 minutes before we close. I had already closed 2 of our 3 registers at this point, had my other co-worker vacuum and get the store nice and pretty for tomorrow. Four people walk in, all random people, with no relation to each other. One, lets call her brown shirt, says "I know you close soon! I'll be fast!"..Ha. So I wish. The other three shop a little, try on a few things, and leave by 8:02...Brown shirt, has a massive mound of clothes in her hand. I swear she wanted to try on the whole store at this point. Alyson (Co-worker and my girlfriend, aww) and I just sit around waiting for this lady to get the heck out because we want to go home. 8:15 rolls around and this lady finally wishes to try on, so I let her and her mound in, and go back to waiting patiently. Waiting...Waiting..Waiting..8:45 rolls around, and she finally comes out (30 minutes to try on clothes really?). She takes like two shirts and a skirt out and brings it to the register. I check her out, she asks a million or so questions, and then finally leaves by 5 till. As I walk over to the fitting room, to run her other clothes to the rest of the store, I see a massive wadded stack of clothing, not on hangers, unbuttoned and all other sorts of fun stuff. I finally got to leave at 9:30 after completely closing the store an hour and a half after closing time.


But aside from all that, I went out with Alyson and had dinner, so in the end, my day was alright.

So, I have to ask, how was your day? :]