Another miserable night of what you would barely call sleep, of course. And an hour more of it than was supposed to be, to boot. Thank heavens I set that second alarm.
This morning's combination price change and price audit was going to be much better than the last time I did a price change. Mainly because they had a cashier scheduled to come in when we opened, so I could continue my prices. The district manager was also scheduled to come in, which although it isn't really a good thing, it's something actually happening.
Well, the cashier called in sick. So did the one specialty employee, so that entire department was covered by the specialty manager. And the list turned out to be over 600 price changes. The groomer came in two hours late, so beforehand we had tons of people pissed off at us. The district manager came in an hour early, and I had two hours to do 600 price changes.
As soon as nine o'clock rolled around, I had to abandon my sign cart, and stand behind the register. The three customers before eleven kept my occupied enough to not gouge out my eyes, but the fact that I have to stand at a register doing nothing, alone, on the slowest day of the week, from nine in the morning until one in the afternoon really kind of drives me over the edge.
Oy. I love my job.
This morning's combination price change and price audit was going to be much better than the last time I did a price change. Mainly because they had a cashier scheduled to come in when we opened, so I could continue my prices. The district manager was also scheduled to come in, which although it isn't really a good thing, it's something actually happening.
Well, the cashier called in sick. So did the one specialty employee, so that entire department was covered by the specialty manager. And the list turned out to be over 600 price changes. The groomer came in two hours late, so beforehand we had tons of people pissed off at us. The district manager came in an hour early, and I had two hours to do 600 price changes.
As soon as nine o'clock rolled around, I had to abandon my sign cart, and stand behind the register. The three customers before eleven kept my occupied enough to not gouge out my eyes, but the fact that I have to stand at a register doing nothing, alone, on the slowest day of the week, from nine in the morning until one in the afternoon really kind of drives me over the edge.
Oy. I love my job.
kris7:
Retail is evil. Co-workers sell you out. And of course, the American consumer is the most spoiled child on the face of the planet. What an awful day. I hope things turn out better for you. 