Am I the only one with a huge fucking crush on Maggie Gyllenhaal? She is just too adorable. Every person I've told of her looks at me crooked and says that she looks like a young "old woman" coming off heroin addiction. I don't see that, but I see something that brings a buncha stars in my eyes.
God, my fucking job. This fucking mutant who works there is the laziest woman I've ever met. She is completely useless. I believe I've spoken of her in earlier posts. As useless as she is, I must also point out that she is my manager's best friend. Surprise surprise.
Anyways, I am being put on a "final warning" at work. See, I work at one of those retail stores that offers a discount card that allows 10% off your purchases in exchange for a one-time only $10 fee. Now, for those of you not in the retail know, stores that offer these cards also have a quota for their employees. You must have a minimum percentage of your transactions purchasing or renewing said card. Please keep this in mind next time you get annoyed that a retail clerk offers you this. It is to keep their job. Managers won't hear requests for certain days off, but they will hear if you don't offer a customer a card.
To get back to my point, my percentage is too low. Not terribly low, but below the corporate standard. Now, I'm the receiver at my job. I stay in the back room most of my shift and check in books, send out books, all that bullshit. The four hours a week I spend ringing, I lazily offer the card, because, let's face it, it's the smallest part of my job. But because I don't have enough receiving in a week to justify being out back for forty hours, I must come out and ring. And that signup/transaction percentage must be at a minimum 5%. It is not. That is why I am on "final Warning". I must place "final warning" in quotation marks because, quite honestly, I can't use the phrase "final warning" in context to a shitty mall job in all seriousness. It's a mall job for Christ's sake.
My point is that I get "final warning", while my manager's spastic little play pal gets to take fucking naps stare off into space (Oh yeah, did I also mention she's a fucking Zoloft addict? The stories I could tell of her. For true entertainment, ask me for any story about her. She's quite arguably the most fucked up person I, or anyone else I've ever known, has met). I'm going to look for another job soon, but I'll be damned if I go to another mall. I mean, I guess I can settle for a register gig, but no more mall bullshit. Definitely no more corporate retail whoring. Can anyone recommend where to look for a high school graduate with no college experience on the B line in Boston? I'll offer up my homosexually-virgin hetero mouth in trade. Yes, I'll take a shot in the throat to get out of a mall.
God, my fucking job. This fucking mutant who works there is the laziest woman I've ever met. She is completely useless. I believe I've spoken of her in earlier posts. As useless as she is, I must also point out that she is my manager's best friend. Surprise surprise.
Anyways, I am being put on a "final warning" at work. See, I work at one of those retail stores that offers a discount card that allows 10% off your purchases in exchange for a one-time only $10 fee. Now, for those of you not in the retail know, stores that offer these cards also have a quota for their employees. You must have a minimum percentage of your transactions purchasing or renewing said card. Please keep this in mind next time you get annoyed that a retail clerk offers you this. It is to keep their job. Managers won't hear requests for certain days off, but they will hear if you don't offer a customer a card.
To get back to my point, my percentage is too low. Not terribly low, but below the corporate standard. Now, I'm the receiver at my job. I stay in the back room most of my shift and check in books, send out books, all that bullshit. The four hours a week I spend ringing, I lazily offer the card, because, let's face it, it's the smallest part of my job. But because I don't have enough receiving in a week to justify being out back for forty hours, I must come out and ring. And that signup/transaction percentage must be at a minimum 5%. It is not. That is why I am on "final Warning". I must place "final warning" in quotation marks because, quite honestly, I can't use the phrase "final warning" in context to a shitty mall job in all seriousness. It's a mall job for Christ's sake.
My point is that I get "final warning", while my manager's spastic little play pal gets to take fucking naps stare off into space (Oh yeah, did I also mention she's a fucking Zoloft addict? The stories I could tell of her. For true entertainment, ask me for any story about her. She's quite arguably the most fucked up person I, or anyone else I've ever known, has met). I'm going to look for another job soon, but I'll be damned if I go to another mall. I mean, I guess I can settle for a register gig, but no more mall bullshit. Definitely no more corporate retail whoring. Can anyone recommend where to look for a high school graduate with no college experience on the B line in Boston? I'll offer up my homosexually-virgin hetero mouth in trade. Yes, I'll take a shot in the throat to get out of a mall.
toxicvixen:
your entry is very long and i am very tired therefore i did not read it all, however i have to say, i agree, i think maggie is so adorable! i came to this realization yesterday as i was staring at her picture in a magazine. never thought much of her, but the more i stared, the bigger my crush became. she's a cutie!