Yesterday (Well, the day before, at this point… I’m writing this after midnight) was a good day. I slept well, got up feeling rested, drank a few cups of tea (forgot to make coffee) and water, had a shower and a shave, and went to work. I got in and felt generally happy, regardless of the fact that I’m in retail. Have I mentioned that the support from the management where I work is really great?
I performed my duties diligently and well, and even got ahead of the curve at a few points. I left work feeling good, even though I was (As always) physically tired. My feet didn’t even hurt that much when I got into the car!
All in all, it was a very fine day on Thursday. Friday was nearly as good.
When I got home on Friday night, I had a message from one of my professors (Research, Analysis, Writing) indicating that the thesis statement that I’ve been working with (with limited success) has finally found an exciting form!
Emergency management professionals can save money, improve communication with the public, and gather real-time intelligence by adopting social media as part of their communication plans.
The store was closed and we were finishing up everything to go home. One of the team leads asked one of her subordinates to do something. Or should I say that she “asked” him to do it.
Well, he not only refused, but he rationalized (loudly) that she “only” asked him to do it, so he didn’t HAVE to do it. (Uh, whoops). He did this in front of the whole lot of us who were closing last night. This interaction kind of pissed me off, because he’s a punk-ass kid at the best of times.
Anyway, the manager on duty yelled at him in the “Mom” voice in front of everybody, since he caused a scene in front of everybody, too. Then she told him that she was writing him up again for insubordination.
When I told Tori about this, she was totally like “WTF, dude?!” After all, when someone who is the boss of you “asks” you to do something, it’s really just a nice way of them *telling* you do to it.
Damn kids. Some should be tied up and left in a closet until they mature.
Yeah, about that. I’m now working in retail, at Target. That’s not too bad, especially since I was out of work for just about a month before I got a call from them. Yes, I know how lucky I am to have found something so quickly. Hush, you.