Working retail sucks.
Tomorrow I close up the store, so although the customer load will probably be light - it was today, too; people don’t want to work, so they don’t want to drive to the copy center either - I will probably be stuck there forever getting ready for the MAD RUSH at 6:00 Friday morning.
On Friday I’m spared the asscrack-of-dawn shift, but have to work second shift and close again - so I’ll be stuck there forever cleaning up after the MAD RUSH.
Yay!
Newspaper’s done for the week! I just crammed three days work into two cause of an early print deadline, but at least it’s done. Now my mind can turn to cooking and baking and cleaning. Or mush. Odds are on the mush.
It’s thread like this that make me sick. I had to ride my employees @ss all day cause of attitudes like those displayed here. All day long I’ve been screaming “Have you no shame? You ARE getting paid you know?” Of course I was talking to myself so 
My wife didn’t even pretend to work today, crawling out of bed at 11. I swear the motivation around here…
As for tommorrow, it kind of depends on my customers. Mostly I’ll let the machine voicemail do most of the work and return important calls of which I suspect there’ll be none. Same thing Friday.
I’m glad to hear it, because I didn’t know how likely it was you had Pay Pal, and I couldn’t figure any other way to get you the money in time that didn’t involve effort on my part. I’m happy to help out with money, but Og forbid I should actually exert myself!
Happy Thanksgiving Eve everybody! In the spirit of giving thanks, I shall spend most of my time hanging out on the Dope today. We’re having a Tday dinner at noonish, then pretty much will all get outta here, which is good for me. With twenty something people coming for dinner tomorrow I need to get my butt in gear with table settings and stuff. The ham’s ready to go into the oven, the turkeys are prepped to be fried tomorow, the cornbread dressing is made and ready to be baked, the collards are cleaned and ready to be cooked. I just gotta, well, cook it all and get the table all purtied up. The rest of the fixin’s are being brought by those showing up for dinner.
There will even be some time tonight to have a little time in the hottub, sipping some champagne, with a certain gentleman friend. 
GOBBLE! GOBBLE! GOBBLE! Y’ALL!
I’m not even gonna touch this. (oh, wait…)
It’s too damned early today to be cheerful, swampy. I don’t care how much fun you plan to have later, it’s still too damned early.
I took the entire week off just for this reason. I wouldn’t have felt like working anyway, and this gave me a damn good excuse not to have to answer my cell phone.
I needed the vacation. 
Not only is it the day before Thanksgiving and I don’t feel like doing anything, it’s also my last day at this job (I start my new office manager job on Monday) and I honestly couldn’t care less about working. Ack! Add that my co-worker who shares my office has been off all week and my manager’s leaving at 11 AM. Who’s gonna know??
I think I’ll play bowling this afternoon.
E.
I feel like an idiot because two weeks ago I told my supervisor that I didn’t need today off after all because my family’s plans had changed and I didn’t have to go to Boston for turkey day.
Guess who got tapped to be the Lone Ranger here on Friday just in case some other idiot came to work and need to call us or something.
I’M HOME!
Hah. Escaped at 2:30. I’ve got a beer into me already, and I’m just kickin’ back. I’m free while a whole 2.4% (estimated) of Americans are still working today. Ha ha ha ha ha, suckers. Eat it, you workaholics.
Saps.
I have to go in on Friday
Bastard!
I tried to start a vicious rumor about be let out early today the same way I did yesterday with the casual day thing…but they didn’t fall for it.
But, I don’t have to work Friday!
The tumbleweeds are blowing down the halls here. Us peons have to work a full day, while most of the managers are gone.
On top of that, it’s snowing and the temperature has dropped about 10 degrees this afternoon. I have to drive home this evening, which should be fun. Aside from everyone driving to Grandma’s house, I will have to deal with the idiots that can’t seem to remember how to drive in snow, and totally freak out. I know it’s a real infrequent event, HERE IN CHICAGO!.
On the positive side, I’ve worked on my personal web site, and sent out some prizes for a February meeting. Oh, and organizing that new project I just got dumped into.
Next customer I get, I’ma bite them. :mad:
Just 3 more hours until I can go home! Well, I’ll go home after I hit the liquor store to buy bourbon for a Thanksgiving recipe and maybe something nice and frolic-inducing for my birthday. Will this workday never end?
I heard a vague rumor about going home early … which will probably mean 5:00 rather than 5:30. Oh, how do I hold down the excitement? :rolleyes:
My day didn’t go at all like I planned. My coworker had the day off so I had to deal with all her customers and orders, along with my own. I also had 35 orders come in from my own personal SPECIAL customer (a customer unrelated to my regular product line). The phones rang off the hook, the annoying guy in the parts department came back after being out sick for two days, I got something close to 30 orders for boilers and accessories (it may seem small but this is actually huge for us).
The department head told everyone they could go home at 3:00 (two whole hours early!!!). I got to stay til 5:30 and I didn’t get to take a lunch. Everyone kept telling me to relax and let the orders wait until Monday. They don’t realize that my factory is closed Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday next week for inventory. They are however, open tomorrow and Friday (they’re in Canada). So, if I didn’t enter the orders today, they wouldn’t ship until late next week or the week after. I didn’t really have a choice. All the other factories are closed for the next two days so no one really understood why I was busting my butt.
My day was so damn crazy. I’ve never seen a holiday-eve that was this busy.
But, I’m home now, with an IBC root beer and some chocolate-toffee trifle - YUM! I don’t have to work again until Monday.
And, I’m not going to arrive to a pile of work like all my lazy coworkers!