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25 noviembre Last Day Today was my last day as an Assistant Manager at Pier 1. It may seem like I decided very quickly that this position wasn't for me, but TRUST me, I've had a lot of help making that decision. It wasn't the responsibility or stress that got to me; the biggest reason that I could not stand to be an assistant manager was simply this: when you're an Asst Mgr, everyone depends on you and there is no one on whom you can depend.
Last night, after a very late store closing, I looked on the schedule in the office to find that I was scheduled to come in at 8:30 in the morning. However, from a previous meeting I remembered that we were supposed to be opening the store at 8 am, so that left me in a pecualiar spot. I called the store manager and she told me that she didn't know anything about it and left it at that.
I went through some paperwork sent over from the corporate office, and what do you know, 8 am is our early morning open time for the Saturday after Thanksgiving, which meant I'd need to be in by at least 7 am, and I'd need to have an associate to clean up before we unlocked the doors. So I was left to call an associate in to help me open the store, beause God knows the store manager would know what to do.
Therefore, not only did I stick around the store until midnight to sort things out, but I also had to be up at 6 am to open the next morning. Why my manager had me close on the busiest night of the year, only to have me open the next morning, I cannot for the life of me figure out. My only assumption is that she asked the other Asst Mgr if she would open and she refused to get up that early (I can assume this because I've heard her complain many times).
Then, in addition, the associate I had called in to help me open was 45 minutes late and left me to do most of the morning duties.
I had been a little concerned for the past week, dancing over the idea that maybe leaving without giving a full two weeks notice was cruel to my manager. I had only given her a week, after all. Today I discovered that she had not even started looking for someone from another store to fill in next week (while she conducts interviews) until two hours before I said goodbye. That seems a bit irresponsible to me, and frankly, whatever problems she will be having next week are entirely brought upon by her own actions.
Today, I am justified.
To wrap up this frighteningly long rant, a list:
THINGS I'VE LEARNED FROM RETAIL MANAGEMENT
not very eloquent, but steeped in thick, sticky wisdom
1. You can tell a lot about a person from the way they respond when you genuinely smile and say "Hi! How are you today?!" If they don't respond, you can expect that they will be impossible to please for the next 30 minutes.
2. People will take home any broken thing as long as it is free (or close to free). Example - when an item is broken in the store, it is first written out of the inventory and then crushed, sliced, stained, torn, or otherwise thoroughly destroyed, just to be sure that customers don't reach in the trash and try to take the item home.
2(b). People can find scratches on display furniture that God himself did not set forth. Even after they are told by two managers and another customer that there are no flaws, they will demand a 30% discount.
3. Shoplifting is only illegal if you get caught. On cameras. Plural.
4. A customer will only use a salesperson's name in the event that they truly want something and cannot find any other way to get it.
6. The perfect, most comfortable shoes to wear when you work all day on your feet (when it is unacceptable for you to sit at any time) DO NOT EXIST.
I have two days off and I begin training for my new job on Tuesday. More on that later. 'Night all. 31 octubre YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT AN UPROAR??!!!First, see the video:
I am speechless and SO very angry. IF indeed Kerry had not intended to make a joke aimed toward this country's armed troops, and he was ACTUALLY trying to ridicule the president, then I must say the message that was intended WASN'T very well written. "End up getting us stuck in Iraq?" It just doesn't seem intelligent OR likely of a person who hopes to run for the presidency in the future, not to mention has been in the running in the past.
I just want it to be known that our troops do not just join the military because they can't make it through the education system. First of all, the Air Force requires that enlistees obtain a high school diploma, and do not accept a GED under most circumstances. Secondly, applicants to officer candidate school are considered at many levels, one of them being their college education. My husband has already completed HALF of the requirements for his Master's in International Business. Many individuals who enlist to the military do so because the education system in this country is so FLAWED that it's the only way they can afford to go to college and make a life for themselves.
So please, if you want to believe anything about the military and this country's brave BRAVE troops, please don't let it be that they are all dropouts and failures. I will be waiting for Sen. John Kerry's PUBLIC apology. Enough said. 31 julio Annoyed"T" is the new girl that my boss hired a few weeks ago to handle data entry. She basically sits at her desk all day and types in the numbers from all of the documents pertaining to in-coming and out-going money. Hardly what one would call "accounting," but that is her title. She's a sweet girl, about my sister's age, just entering her senior year in high school. But, unlike my sister, T has no common sense, and no "off button." The girl talks incessantly.
I suppose I wouldn't mind so much if T talked nonstop about her favorite books or even television shows. It would be great if she talked about school or something she learned in class. But no . . . T babbles on about specific subjects and only those specific subjects. They include: how late she stayed up the night before; how far she had to drive to pick up her friends so they could go to the mall; what she ate the other day; how much her food cost; how her friends begged her to buy them food; what her friends' food cost; the fact that her truck has AC but she doesn't use it because it doesn't work; and how her dad is a jerk that doesn't give her any breaks because her sister had a baby with a stranger two years ago.
I know . . . you envy me right now.
So all day, every day, this is what she talks about. If it sounds interesting and involved or even slightly like it could hold an intelligent person's attention for more than two minutes, then you have missed the entire point of my raving. My poor boss has T's desk set up in a corner of his office, so he has to listen to her talk LITERALLY all day. I just have to hear her from the next room and try to get my desk radio loud enough to drown out the "and then, we put everything into one big tortilla, rolled it up, and ate it. It was so gross. But we ate it again the next day because that's all we had to eat." Wow. I think I feel stupider.
Lately, my days at work have been marked with intense irritation. T only works four hours a day, so I know it's not entirely her. My boss drives me crazy and I make him equally insane, so we butt heads all day. Last week I considered walking out and never coming back two days in a row. The production manager drives me nuts. He makes the same money as I do, he has a manager's title just as I do, but he consults me for EVERYTHING. Not his trusty knowledge of the job that he certainly should have gained after this long span working here, but me, the Customer Service manager who has enough of her own shit to do.
I can't stand the two production twits that show up whenever they like and use anything at any time as an excuse not to come in. One is much better than the other, but he relies on the other for a ride in to work, so they miss all the same days. I can't STAND the customers who ask the same damn questions over and over again because instead of listening to my thoughtful and educated response, they are thinking of what they will say next. I hate the sound of the electronic tone that informs me a new customer will soon be stepping foot into my office.
I am annoyed when I am at work. This is only slightly residual when I get home every evening, but it gets worse and worse every week and I fear that I might snap at Josh despite the fact that he is not the cause of any of it. I sit in my office fearing the moment anyone walks in. I consider writing a letter to everyone that would go something like this:
Job Description - Customer Service Manager
I'm making myself sick with this. I have never had such an enormous desire to SCREAM. 21 junio Talking about Killer fashion: Looking good never hurt so bad - Women's Health - MSNBC.com
Women, in our entirety, have gone insane. I'm one of those who reads crazy stories about girls who kill their husbands for cheating and thinks "HOW INSANE DO THEY GET!" But I, too, am guilty of semi-psychotic quasi-obsessions with celebrities or items of clothing. Never, ever, though, have I been insane enough to allow an item of clothing to MAME ME. You simply MUST read the article below to get a better idea of what I speak. Skim it, if need be. That's really all one has to do to see that these women - along with many others who have the same mind-set about fashion - have lost their bolts. Quote
Additionally, I found some really great facts about Barbie - the b**** who has everything and who we as women have come to adore for one reason or another. Also, the idol who has come to represent all that most aspire to be but will never achieve: perfect. These will make you smile: Every second, two Barbie dolls are purchased somewhere in the world. Placed head to toe, all the Barbie dolls sold since 1959 would circle the earth more than seven times. Barbie's full name is Barbie Millicent Roberts. She hails from Willows, Wisconsin—but she left her wallet in El Segundo, California, the home of the Mattel Corporation. During Barbie's introductory year in 1959, Mattel sold 350,000 dolls. Barbie is now a 1.9 billion dollar-per-year industry. Barbie has had more than 75 careers, from registered nurse to rock star. About one billion fashions have been produced for Barbie and her friends during the past four decades. The doll has had over a billion pairs of shoes in that time. More than 100 million yards of fabric have gone into Barbie's outfits, making Mattel one of the largest apparel manufacturers in the world. Barbie is marketed in more than 140 countries worldwide. Barbie became a candidate for President in 1992. She categorically denies that she ever had sexual relations with that man, Ken.
So, more to come from here, but completely not in relation to any of this. 25 mayo JEEZE!
(Ash writes:) Nothing will give you the creeps like a big crawly creeper hangin' out just inches from you. This creature was found on the floor of my office, bathing in the warm sun that came in from the large picture window. Umm, hi? Who let this guy in? Way to ruin the productivity, man.
I can't even think now. My skin is crawling. How did he get in the building? What if there are more? How many more? Yikes!
But the guy who runs his engineering office in the space at the end of this strip mall says he's never seen a scorpion in his office. They just get a lot of black widow spiders!
I'm outta here, man. This cannot be good. 09 mayo A Little Background on My Terrible Day(Ash writes:) I apologize ahead of time for the length of this entry. I have been needing to get this out for some time now. I really hope someone will read it all the way through and give me some kind of advice, encouragement, or possible option.
I can't believe that it's Tuesday and yet all day, it felt like a Monday. Work has been a rather abundant source for my frustrations for a while now. Especially since we moved to the new office, I've had a difficult time keeping up with all of my work. It probably doesn't help that I've been so caught up in my blog . . . I can't believe how much I've let this thing distract me for the past few days. To tell the truth, it has really helped to keep me sane.
I somewhat expected this moment to arrive soon. It seems like I can't keep a job for more than a year without getting either bored or sick of it, and I'm slowly approaching the one year mark at my current job.
Don't get me wrong, I love my job. When I was let go at my previous job, I felt lost and confused. Josh encouraged me to go back to school, but I knew I couldn't go without getting a job. How could I spend money on an education and not contribute to the family finances? I would have felt guilty and useless.
But then my best friend directed my attention to her job, which she, just like I would eventually do, sort of "fell" into. She worked for a man, out of his home office, doing graphic arts-related work. It was just my friend, one other girl, and their boss working there, and they needed someone to fill in while the other girl was on vacation.
Although it sounded a little sketchy, working for a man out of his home, I decided to give it a try. I quickly found out he was a respectable business man, just trying to make a start in what he believed was a sure thing. The hours were flexible because the company was just starting out, doing most of the sales through Ebay Stores, and there was really no office to run. The product line was a variety of street signs, parking signs, license plates, apparel, decals, and much more (it has since grown to ten times the size it used to be with better products and more possibilities). My friend, at the time, took orders for products and designed them in a graphics program, and then I prepared the materials and "assembled" them, if you will. It was an easy, fun job that I enjoyed because I got to work in a comfortable environment with a very close friend.
Well, I did well, probably because I enjoyed it so much, and when the other employee came back to take over her job again, the bossman decided to keep me and put me on a different job. Suddenly, I was helping with orders and design work (which was really fun), preparing the vinyl for street signs, and, when we started banners as a new product, I was the one who devised a way to easily produce them. I was quickly becoming an asset to the company. When the afore mentioned "other girl" decided to leave, my responsibilities multiplied, but we still were only working from Ebay, so the work was pretty minimal. Days were kept to about 5 or 6 hours long, and that was great because I was going to school.
Things changed quickly, though, and soon my boss was developing a website (which he is well trained to do) and advertising on the internet, outside of Ebay. Sales grew, minimally, but still grew. More products, more customers, more work, etc. As Christmas time approached, we began to get worried about the amount of work we would have to face. We were only three people, sometimes two if the boss had somewhere to be. We tried to get a new person, but it only worked out over the holidays, and we barely made it through the busiest season of the year.
When it was over, my boss had a clue into how badly his choice to put my friend on orders really had been. He gently put it to her that he needed to have her work in another area, and he put me to handling orders. I would be called the Customer Service Manager, the person to whom all problems or questions are directed. Alright! Some responsibility. Finally.
The more we worked at marketing and advertising for the web, the more business we took on, the more products we needed . . . the more space we needed. While my boss had certainly been looking for office space for a long time, now he got serious. Shortly after my friend left us for an office position with a large corporation, we moved into a great, small but useful space just minutes from the boss's home, and even closer to my own. He has continued to be flexible with my work schedule, which is a blessing, but my friend is gone and we have a strange young man doing our production work now.
The job is still great. The hours are flexible, I can consider my boss a friend, and although the pay is not fantastic, it is the little bit that allows Josh and I to not only save money every month, but also to have fun and enjoy being young.
The work has multiplied, however. Not only has the number of orders grown, but my boss continuously puts more and more responsibility on my shoulders. He now jokes with some friends and even customers that I run the company, he just has to sign the checks. This is a huge boost to my ego, afterall my last boss hardly trusted me with the password for the computer on my desk, now I'm running a company.
However, with all of these new responsibilities, I can't seem to convince my boss that I need a raise. He complains that he can't afford it, which is definitely true. What I really want is a new person around to be my "assistant" if you will. Relieve me of some of my more trivial responsibilities. Instead, my boss recently interviewed several salesmen, to bring MORE work in for me. This he can afford because the salesperson would work only on commission.
And we still only have three people. While my boss is a great man and worthy of my respect, our production guy is somewhat lackadaisical and sometimes I wonder if he takes ANYTHING seriously. Even being married and having children does not convince this guy to be responsible.
So I carry a huge burden that I sometimes cannot handle. My boss has become an ornament in the back office, proving himself useful only when an order for new inventory must be made or when I demand that he help with an order. I make jokes hoping to make a point, but they are never taken with more than a grain of salt.
My boss adores me and my hard work, which is a great situation to be in. He's even got plans to set me up to work from home when Josh and I move to Washington, D.C. That's appreciation. But with all the stress I've been under and my disgust over the current state of things, I don't know if I'll still be here when that time comes around.
I know it may sound to some people like I am just whining. I really do like this job, I'm just being put in a very difficult situation. Anywhere else, I'd be making twice or three times as much money as I do right now. Not that the money is important, but the benefits I enjoyed so much before are gone now except for the friendship I have with my boss.
Does anyone know how I can get out of this rut?
03 mayo RonerySANDRA
(Ash writes:) I have a very good reason for posting a giant "SANDRA" at the top of my blog today, as she is the first person EVER to sign the FBoFW Guestbook. Please be sure to read her page and leave her a message to say hello if you have the time.
"Now, 'FBoFW', what is that?" you may ask. Well, we in the armed forces like to abbreviate EVERYTHING, as if we naturally have more to say and had to find a way to say it faster. If you ask my husband what his job is, he would tell you he's AGE (Aerospace Ground Equipment) for 56 EMS (Equipment Maintenance Squadron) of the 56th FW (Fighter Wing). We go to the BX (base exchange) to shop and the FSC (family services center) for all things family related. When we move to Washington, D.C., we do what is called a PCS (I have no idea) and when Josh goes to another base for a short period of time to offer his services there, it is called a TDY (temporary tour of duty, I know the letters don't match). For his promotion to Staff Sergeant in June/July, Josh had to pass ALS (Airmen Leadership School) and test on his CDC (career development course). There are a lot of abbreviations to memorize that sometimes don'tmake any sense at all, but we do it anyway. Hooah.
Speaking of PCS . . . Josh got a call today from a friend and future coworker saying that his application package for the AF Honor Guard had been marked "Hired", which means we should be getting orders soon. We're on our way!
Today was Josh's graduation from the Community College of the Air Force. He walked on stage and received his diploma two and a half years after completing the required courses for the scrap of parchment. Really, though, it was a nice ceremony, and the graduation class was made of 217 people. It makes me wonder if it's easier to do a graduation ceremony each year as the recipients earn them, or just wait until one giant group has collected and get it over with all together in a 2 hour-long ceremony.
Josh tried to force me not to go at first, but I showed up anyway. The place was PACKED, so I sat down in the back with my camera, hoping the zoom would go far enough to get him while he was on stage. The guy who decided to sit next to me wiggled and fidgeted like the guy from the Preparation H commercials. He kept reaching down and picking a wedgie and scooting around on his chair . . . ew. Then, a seven foot woman sat down in front of me and I thought to myself "even if this camera could clearly reach the stage with its zoom, I don't think it has X-ray capabilites to see through Wonder Woman's skull. . ."
So I got up and moved to a row of chairs situated along the side wall. They were apparently expecting a LOT of people to show up, but why wouldn't they? This was the LARGEST graduation the CCAF had ever seen, and for good reason. So things were going smoothly for a while. I had a great view of the stage AND the walkway where the graduates would be making their way TO the stage. That is, I had a great view of both until Kathy Bates decided to take control of the situation and direct the graduates up the straight path to the stairs, situating her large self directly in front of me.
Wow, this was awkward. I wondered if she had seen me and felt she was too important to bother with me, or if she just hadn't realized I was sitting in a seat obviously placed there for guests just like myself. I tried sighing, shuffling my purse around, and even coughing to let her know I was there, but she actually started BACKING INTO ME! Oh no, where to go, what should I do? Luckily, there was no one else sitting in this particular row against the wall, so I quickly slid over and discovered Josh was ALMOST UP.
Blah blah blah, long story short: my camera takes great indoor pictures, but it takes about 15 seconds to do so. I missed the important parts, my pictures sucked and I felt guilty. Luckily there was chocolate cake, so my pains were instantly eased.
Tonight: homework for me, a long drive for Josh. He is well on his way to his hometown, Bloomfield, NM, to visit his mom and get some work done on his car with help from his dad. Me? Oh, I couldn't have gone, I have finals next week and a ton of homework to finish this week. Besides . . . who wants time off? I DO!
It's killing me to be here. I'm so distracted, and even after I've procrastinated all week thinking I could get it done tonight, I'm HERE - procrastinating even further. I'm the worst. Plus it's horrible not having Josh here. We haven't been apart for more than a day since before we were married almost a year ago. Can you believe that? " Ronery . . . I'm so ronery . . . I have nobody . . . to car my own!"
Anyway . . . no more distraction. I've got a bibliography to put together and a few finishing touches to add to my term paper. It's back to the books for this girl. I hope everyone has a great night. And be sure to SIGN MY GUESTBOOK! 01 mayo Post Secret(Ash writes:) I'm really surprised people haven't had more to say about PostSecret. It's been a constant fascination to me that so many people in the world have so many secrets. This is how the project started:
"You are invited to anonymously contribute your secrets to PostSecret. Each secret can be a regret, hope, funny experience, unseen kindness, fantasy, belief, fear, betrayal, erotic desire, feeling, confession, or childhood humiliation. Reveal anything - as long as it is true and you have never shared it with anyone before.
Create your 4-by-6-inch postcards out of any mailable material. If you want to share two or more secrets, use multiple postcards. Put your complete secret and image on one side of the postcard." And people have continued to send in their postcards made from materials around their own house including pictures they took, things they broke, or objects they've kept. One guy taped dead ants to his postcard stating "I killed these ants because I could."
The secrets vary. Some will make you laugh:
Some will make you think:
Some will make you hurt:
But every last one of them will leave you hooked until another set is posted "next week." 18 noviembre All Worked Up(Ash writes:) Don't mind me, I'm just getting carried away. I've been reading Karen's Page and I have a lot of things on my mind suddenly. She feels my pain and frustration. After her blog "Whats Up" I replied with: "I agree with so many things you have to say. Mind you, Bush is MY Commander-in-Chief as well as my husband's, so I might be a little more careful. Honestly, though, people want to think this life is easy, but listen to this: GRR! 11 mayo Hump Day(Ash writes:) Another day, another 50 cents. I’m struggling with a constant feeling of absolute inadequacy due to a lack of appreciation from my supervisor and the bosslady. Today hasn’t really helped in that matter. I won’t complain, though. I struggle to remember that I have a lot more because of this job than so many other people in the world. I am blessed. (*sigh*) Josh got to work for a different flight today, so he was in a new shop with new people and he was in a very good mood when he called me before class. Apparently, he actually gets some respect for his hard work over in this other shop. I suggested that he change flights. He ponders this as he sits in class, I’m sure; probably wasn’t a good idea to talk about it in-depth before his final presentation. Oh well, he’ll do fine. On a happier (HAPPIER!) note, I got my first comment today from "SeajayAlaska" and it really felt good to get some encouragement on the topic of this marriage. Josh and I are so happy and once we finally get to the point we've been waiting our whole lives to reach, nothing else will matter, I'm sure. Thanks for the comment, Carolynn. I was perhaps a little too eager to jump to your defense on the fiesta issue, but I'm glad that I could help you out, even just a little. Tell Jannah I said happy 22nd and we can't wait to see pictures. I'll have more pictures of my own up here . . . soon . . . maybe . . . A few things before I call it a day: 1) Josh and I are getting married soon. 2) I’m finally going to have a place to call my own (with Josh, of course). 3) I need to do laundry tonight. 4) Josh and I are getting married soon. 5) My uncle is in town and wants to take me and my grandmother out to dinner, but didn’t mention Josh. Should I find this peculiar? 6) My uncle doesn’t know Josh and I moved the wedding date. 7) I have a meeting on Friday. In Scottsdale (an hour from home). At 7:30 a.m. (make that two hours from home, to account for traffic). 8) Josh and I are getting married soon. 9) I just remembered that my uncle has never met Josh. 10) My eyes hurt and I’m going home. It’s been a long day. 10 mayo May 27th! And . . . GRRRR . . .(Ash writes:) I need to say a few things right now. I don't know why, but I suddenly have SO MUCH on my mind. Firstly, I may be the only person ever writing here. Josh heads up the photo albums and he is somewhat sleeping on the job, so I doubt I'll ever get him to actually write. To my point: I'm incredibly frustrated with a great deal of government institutions right now, namely the armed forces. Specifically the air force. I HATE to be disrespectful, really. And it should be said right now that my fiance does NOT share my opinions in this matter, he has far too much self control and so much respect for his superiors. However, the events of the past month or so have my blood boiling and I really need someone to tell me why things work this way. To begin, Josh and I knew we wanted to get married long before he bought my engagement ring, and he could not stop TALKING about it. Well . . . neither could I. He told so many people what he wanted for us, even went so far as to start calling me "[his] wife" (which he does naturally now). I thought it was adorable and endearing. Joshua's superiors saw it as an opportunity to grill and lecture the poor guy. Now, I never had a problem with people asking questions. They don't know who I am; they have never even caught a glimpse of me. So I understand that they would want to know more about this girl with whom their best Senior Airman wishes to spend the rest of his life. That being said, I need to emphasize the point that they do not know me. They don't see the way I look at him, the way I fret about not treating him well enough, the way I hang on every word he says . . . yet they have so much to say on the subject. They tell him that he should take more time to make sure this is right, suggest that he is making the wrong decision, and have even gone so far as to tell him they just do not approve. They swear they are only watching out for his good, but they have taken no time to actually understand the entire context of the situation and have certainly NEVER made an effort to meet me. While I realize that his NCOs and other superiors have a lot of say in the choices Josh makes and the paths he takes in life, I didn't think that his enlisting in the military gave every Tom, Dick, and Joe the right to dictate how, when, and with whom Josh should fall in love! Now Joshua cringes every time someone mentions the subject at work and fears the moment when one more person finds out what he's doing. He hears about it CONSTANTLY and he gets jokes, criticism, and cut-downs every time he turns around. He swears they don't get to him, but any normal person would get sick of getting constantly DRILLED about being in love. Points they make that are somewhat warranted, and my reasoning in telling them to BACK OFF(!!!): We're young and still have so much life to experience. (If it weren't for Josh, I wouldn't have the option of seeing another state much less another country before I'm done with school. They are begging for people in other airbases all over the world, and I am so excited for the chance to see more. I would never hold Josh back from that, I want to do it WITH him.) We're both still in school. (Josh's goals are so important to me and I have not given him the option of dropping out before his MBA is complete, as much as he might think that's what he wants. He is my greatest encouragment in trying to find my way to a complete education.) Things have happened really really fast for us. (Should we live our lives the way everyone else did in their lifetime? Just because this guy's whirlwind romance didn't work out after marriage doesn't mean Josh and I can't make it through. We know we have what it takes. Our faith in our love and our faith in God are enough for us. I would like for our confidence to be enough for them.) However . . . he can't say anything in his defense because that would be entirely disrespectful. Why can't these people have enough decency to stay out of his personal life and lecture him on only those topics that effect the job they pay him to do? Josh isn't the only person getting criticism for his choices. My supervisor and bosslady here at work have a lot of negative things to say on the subject, also. However, I have the option of telling them to butt out and stop disrespecting me with their insults. I also have the option of finding a new job if mine gets too miserable . . . poor Joshua . . . On a lighter note: Josh and I are going to run away . . . kinda. We've moved the wedding day all the way up to May 27th and it was a PAIN for us both to get time off, but we're so tired of waiting and we are so SICK of heeding every ignoramus's uninformed advice. We belong together. We make each other happy. This is what we want, what are you gonna say about it? |
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