| | | | | | Friday, December 15, 2006 |
get your sneakers and snacks and relax a vous and other ridiculousness
| | Hrm... these last few days have been crazy.
I'm not sure if today was good or not. You see, I am now half way through my eight day hell week. Four days of midshifts, four very loooong days of midshifts. On the upside, having three people work in kids during the day makes us oh so productive. Alura and I were done with the shelving by noonish. I got in trouble with Tracy for trying to pull books, which I guess I deserved, but we were really out of things to do (sure the -rest- of the floor was insane). Also, my manager Tracy is on a bit of a warpath, she threatened (well informed) us, saying that if she caught us not complying with policy (email captures, mostly, and renewals) she'd send the offending person home. Which is really harsh. I have no problem asking people for their email address (I don't do it every time, but I do it most of the time), I am worse at email captures at the cashwrap (it's the HOLIDAY SEASON, I'd rather get the customer through cashiering faster than try and sell them on giving us their email address. And I follow her renewal policy every time... (to catch you up, the bn membership lasts for a year, and expires at the end of the month in which you bought it the year before. Your discount is good up until the end of the month, but we get a Card Will Expire notice for that whole month. Normally we say "your card will expire would you like to renew" but that no longer passes muster [or is it mustard... I doubt it's mustard, not that passing muster makes any sense either]. We now say "It's time to renew" and then nothing, until the customer says something [like okay, or no, or when will it expire]. So I do that, it makes it awkward when I stop talking, but I do it) I don't like being threatened with being sent home. She's behaving like we're staging a muitiny... and it's making me a little muitinous... I'm really screwing up that word, aren't I? It bothered Alura (who had the morning meeting, I had the afternoon), she was quite upset. I told her if we -are- muitinying that we should overthrow the capitalist system and turn into a communal group. It was an irksome day (really really busy outside kids, so we got sucked out there... a lot), we ended up bringing the plush up to plan and moving as much out of backstock as we could. It's funny, when Alura gets annoyed she makes dog noises (sort of a murf/growl noise), I make cat noises (little yowlings). Its nice to hang around someone who doesn't mind (or even comment) on the little noises I make. Alura associates herself with wolves, without commiting to Furry (Furryism? In my head I call it the Fur[red] Community, and it makes me laugh). I'm just cat-like.
So even though today was crazy, and people are bitchy and my manager looks like she might be tettering into a Captain Bligh (and apparentluy when I say Captain Bligh I mean Capt. Edward Edwards who was something of a bastard, where it turns out Capt. Bligh was just an acid tongued man... I need to read more about this it seems facinating, but not right now) scenario, and my feet hurt and the lives of nearly everyone I care about seem to be doing something close to CAREENING OUT OF CONTROL or just plain Nightmarish. I'm feeling okay. I recommended some AWESOME books today, The Princess Bride, Tailchaser's Song (twice!), I got two people to buy the Bartimaeus Trilogy and I sold the Chrestomanci Chronicles. I met a little girl with whom I instantly fell in love (she wasn't -little- she was 11, and we have the exact same tastes in books. The last person I was this intune with when it came to literature was Steve my cashier friend from Reno). This is the part of my job that I love love love. Connecting people with books that I love and having them -like- them (it's hard when you recommend a book and they look at it and set it down uninterested, it's like confessing a little bit of yourself to someone and having them look at you blankly. Hrm... that happens to me often, as well.).
Okay work at seven tomorrow (lame), need to try to sleep soon.
PS dancing tomorrow- awesome, no?
PPS Love by the Beatles is really great.
posted by Amber at 10:01 PM
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