A little bit of Nowhere

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!

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?
Friday, December 11, 2009
 
P.S.



Dramallamas are still running loose in my store, but ideally no longer amok.

On the other hand, Mel's boss is an idiot and smells like turnips. The best way I can describe this woman is to ask you: have you ever seen the Jim Henson's Storyteller episode "The True Bride?" In the first act, the heroine has been raised as the servant of a troll, and the troll enjoys being contradictive. He tells her to complete one task (under penalty of pain/beating if she can't complete it on time), and then declare once she's done that she's just plain wrong for having completed the task and beats her anyways. Well, substitute the physical beatings for really confusing if not downright infuriating snark and there's the manager.

Without even needing to use hyperbole, it's safe to say that Mel is about ready to kill someone right now due to recent managerial antics. Which means that I get to sign off and cower in a corner.

But as Annie would sing, "The sun will come out tomorrow! Bet your bottom dollar--!" Whereupon she'd get mugged for her dollar. (Hey, it's been hard times for everyone, and Annie is at fault for flat-out advertising she had cash on her.)

Labels:



 
A Call To (Large Calibre) Arms!



There are absurdly large dramallamas running loose in my store. This must be remedied. Ideally with something double-barreled.

The short non-cryptic version of this is: in a small store with a small employee pool, a few of them seem to be having the equivalent of total mental breakdowns with each other and look poised to potentially kill each other. And I'm rather inclined to let them. I'll gladly accept the extra hours if it just means having this sort of ridiculous high school mentality out of my store. I shouldn't need to deal with this at all, let alone 2 weeks before Christmas.

And yes, there's 2 weeks to go.

You may now officially panic. (Or, if you're a retail grunt too, rejoice! The end is in sight!)

Labels: ,