Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 

Our District Manager and our handy/cynical maintenance guy Tom arrived at the store today. After taking one look at the new location, the best description of their facial expressions I can give you would be: Oh dear God!!! (And not in a Sunday worship service sort of way, either.)

The crux of it remains thus: our Head Office, being the cunning strategists that they are, decided to wait until 2 weeks before we must be out of our store to start planning how to renovate our temporary location. Of course, the magical upper management world in which they live does not exactly interact well with the laws of...well...reality.

You see, in order for our temp spot to be ready, the leftover bits from the previous owners need to be removed. And there's a lot of those, notably the half-circle of metal covering a good portion of one wall. Plus, we'll need to add in our own features: a cash desk, shelves, slat walls and more shelves. No matter how spectacular Tom's skills are, accomplishing all this in less than two weeks is...

...well, I have a better chance of all of you bowing down and sincerely proclaiming how sexy my ass is. That's how bad the odds are.

At the very least, my DM is starting to kick at the Head Office tires to get something thrown into motion. But she is rather frazzled over the fact that Head Office knew about this whole situation months ago, and has already had 2 weeks to start the revamping, if they so felt inclined.

And I can't exactly say this deal saddens or surprises me. After all, for the last three years I've seen how our Head Office handles the temporary winter kiosks (which is to say: badly). Soon enough we'll see if Tom devolves into "TOM SMASH!" mode and destroys Head Office for their sheer smegheadery, since he is the one who has to literally clean up after their procrastination.

I'll keep this little bit of nowhere updated as the incompetence and aggravation rolls in.

But in the meantime, there is meatloaf that must be consumed....

Labels: did he just make a joke about how unsexy his ass is?, the store move of doom

posted by Phillip at 5:00 PM