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With one day to go before Mel & I spend a week down in Connecticut with her family (and thusly ensuring we have the most uncanny knack for randomly picking dates that Gaffney is putting in an appearance up north...this makes, what? Three times in a row now we've managed to miss each other going in opposite directions?), you'd think I'd be taking it pretty easy at work. Sit back, relax a little more, let the minions do all the heavy lifting for me.
Ah, Head Office...is there no small joy you can't take away from me?
On Tuesday, a sizable mailbag from Head Office arrived, and one of its content pages was a "Hey, look at this! The weekend you're gone, the entire store needs to be changed around! Isn't this just fantabulous?" visual merchandising guide. So yes: by Sunday, the Powers That Suck expect our bunks to be switched around, our luggage to be rearranged, and the back half of our purse wall to suddenly become the front half.
It's not that I don't trust my staff to do this. It's just that I've done this visual merchandising more than any of them, and I know what our District Manager wants to see. And I honestly don't know if "being gone" would be a valid reason for leaving it until the end of next week, to be done when I get back.
So, the day before I leave for CT, I spent my shift rearranging the luggage wall...and the bunks...and the purse wall.
I'm very tired right now. Sleep. Oh yes...sleep....
(P.S. you suck, Head Office)Labels: I'm getting too old for this rearranging-the-store shit
posted by Phillip at 4:35 AM
