Wherein You Learn That I'm Still Alive
(But That's About It)
Today is the first day off I've had in, oh, about a week and a half. And for the next week and a half, the only other day I'll be having off is the Labour Day Monday. And then, ideally for the most part, the Back-To-School season will be done and I can give it the "angry middle finger-wagging of justice" treatment. It's been a particularly bizarre BTS season too, with the start of August being ridiculously busy...and seeing ridiculous amounts of boxes showing up at our doorsteps (thank you, Head Office)...but during this last week of August, both the customer traffic and the stock shipments have quieted down considerably. Not that I consider this a bad thing at all, but I am highly concerned. Whenever something like this happens, I wait for the other proverbial shoe to fall, and we get swarmed. For example, I'd like a quieter Saturday & Sunday shift this weekend, and all indications seem to be pointing in that direction, but you never know. People could still be idiots.
Incidentally, I have once again rocked the store's casbah. After a brief bit o' work in the back, our stockroom suddenly has a floor again. I know, I know; I was shocked when I saw it too. Over the last month I'd come to believe that we would still be contending with stacks of backpacks and storage boxes of lunchbags until Christmas. However, with the amount we've been selling (and more importantly, the amount of restock we are no longer getting back in), I've been able to oragnize almost everything back onto or under the shelving units once more. We can has walking space again! Praise me!
...ahem. I said
PRAISE ME AND MY CAPSLOCK OF RAGE!!!!!!1!!!!!
What?! Still nothing? This is ridiculous. Why am I not receiving praises and harmonious monk-like chanting?
Hm?
...I'm getting a report from my wife informing me that, should I desire praises in this little bit of nowhere, I'd first have to find a way to enable comments feature. Also, I'm apparently an idiot and should just stick to somewhat witty banter instead of megalomaniacal ranting.
The inherent problem to this is I've been too exhausted and have no anecdotes worthy of somewhat witty banter. So instead I'll opt to offer you this, courtesy of
Chatroulette Trolls. Recall the Old Spice commercials?
It's mutating....
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posted by Phillip at 8:06 AM
