I'm Sure I'd Be Raging If Only I Knew Where The Capslock Button Was
Tomorrow we switch around our store, so our wall o' purses turns into a wall o' backpacks. This isn't a really bad thing. Or it wasn't supposed to be, until two days ago Head Office cheerfully said, "Oh yeah, and while you're at it, we want you to rearrange the rest of the store before the weekend too."
Aha ha haaaaaa...idiots.
So now my energy's already been halved, if I'm lucky, and I still have a massive undertaking to contend with tomorrow too. Thanks, Head Office. Way to give us advanced notice for this one. In an unrelated note, does anyone have a spare alibi they're using?
And in a moment of sending out the wrong message, yesterday I saw a family wandering through the the mall; there were about 3 kids, the oldest maybe on the verge of being a teenager, accompanied by their mom. On the back of the oldest guy's shirt was the large, neon-green statement "World's Largest Member." And his mother was lovingly rubbing his back in circular motion with her palm...right over this particular declaration.
I can only hope that there's more information on the front of the shirt to give this better if not less squick-inducing perspective. Otherwise, it's a brilliant moment of contextual fail, because my mind crashed right into the gutter after seeing that.
Labels: family togetherness fail, Head Office preparedness fail
posted by Phillip at 4:50 AM
Out From The Wild Blog Yonder
The Back-To-School season has been steadily creeping up on us, and I've spent most of this past month desperately trying to figure out where to stash all the backpacks, lunch bags and pencil cases that our Head Office is stockpiling on us. More to the point, I've been trying to stash all this stuff in places that don't include the phrase "epic piles covering most of our stockroom floor." And that's been an effort. At least once a week, I've been forced to spend an entire afternoon rearranging the back just so we can still have access to everything else.
At the very least, the backroom clutter ends this weekend...unfortunately because I get to spend an extra 3-4 hours on Sunday putting all those backpacks out in the store instead of the stockroom. Oh well, it's August, and it's the rigeur-du-jour for this place. Although I'll be eternally grateful once the summer ends. This year more than any other it feels like all I've been doing is alternate between work and sleep. And while I'm a fan of sleeping, I'd as soon have more things in my day-to-day schedule than that and work.
(And as a forewarning, once the craziness of August sets in, there's no guarantee this little bit of nowhere won't go all erratic on its updates again. Just letting you know, since I'll definitely be either working or sleeping, or else trying to get an alibi for the line-up of idiotic customers I was forced the murder with their own stupidity.)
But on the plus side, Mel & I did manage to see Inception this past weekend. Highly recommended, if anything for the zero-gravity/shifting-gravity fight in the final act.
There was also the pre-movie highlight involving me acting like a spaz, and Mel attempting to get me to smarten up by smacking her fist into my side. Unfortunately for Mel, I have a rather bony frame (made even bonier due to all the heavy lifting at work), and instead of connecting with a meaty bit, her knuckles connected with my hip bone. And gave her fist a bruise. That's right, Mel bruised herself on my pelvis...which, upon rereading that line, sounds a lot more perverted than it actually is.
This lead to the following exchange, and thusly
Today's Lesson:
Mel: "Ow! My hand still hurts from your stupid hip."
Me: ^-^ "And what have we learned about violence from this?"
Mel: [grumble grumble] "Aim higher."
Me: o.O;;;;
Labels: shooting from the hip and then some, whiney blog is whiney, why am I up to my neck in backpacks again
posted by Phillip at 6:31 AM
