It has not been for a lack of snarkiness that I haven't posted in a while. It has merely been a lack of time. And motivation.
So let's see what is going on here in the City of Snark. Sprinty Sprint is just fine and dandy, nothing major going on there. Home life is great, though Steve's slippers (more officially named "foot duvets") have a puncture and the down-like filling is all over the house.
This time of year usually finds me in a funk, and this winter is no different. I hate winter, yet I have lived in a place all my life where winter occurs. Occurs with snow, I should be more specific. As soon as the one snowfall has melted and the street doesn't crunch every time a car goes down it, it snows again. Last year was not bad at all in terms of snowfall, I hope the same can be said for 2012.
So that leaves me with the Target. The Christmas season was a blur, though I am sure my feet didn't think so at the time. Since I was on vaca at Sprinty Sprint, I was available to work almost a 40 hour week there. Every little bit helps on the budget, and besides what else was I going to do at home while Steve slept?
The "guests" were pretty tame, far better than I could imagine. No fisticuffs in the aisles, at least not from the customers. The management, now that's a different story. I heard of, but did not witness, a verbal altercation of two executive team leaders (read: department managers) the other day. Man, I would have loved to have seen that. Both of these individuals are pretty lame in my opinion, and I would have just shit my pants watching that go down.
But after Christmas, I requested and got a sit down with my ETL (Terget - big on acronyms, more than Sprint) and asked what the deal was. I intended the conversation to lead to how fabulous I was, how reliable and efficient. Nope. The dude started telling me how to clean up a specific area (called "zoning"). Alright, let's regroup and get to the point, obviously he is dense in the head. Here I am a seasonal employee, what are the chances of staying on? Specifically, how is my performance?
His response was a completely dead face lie. And I can prove it. He said he had not heard *anything* about me, positive or negative. Shock. Shock, I say! I know that I had been a topic of discussion in the team lead meeting at least twice, as they reviewed the list of seasonals they were considering keeping and those they were just not going to schedule any more hours for. I know for a fact that they even considered offering me a "full time" job...32-40 hours a week. I know for a fact that they were told that the Terget was a second job for me, so no thanks, not going to take all the responsibility of taking down ad signs and putting them back up again for a wage that is now only about 36 cents higher than Colorado minimum wage.
So this dork sits there like I am the idiot for asking. He says he will get back to me. That was three weeks ago. But anyways, feeling ballsy, I challenge his response. "Really? You don't review your seasonal people and consider who is worth keeping?" His response was negative. Either this man doesn't have a clue or he doesn't have a pair of balls. I am voting both.
So I am scheduled, but it is a bad schedule. Saturday nights, closing. I have closed that store every Saturday night since I started. So I ask the doof to maybe, please, kind sir, may I have a Saturday night off? Well, he did follow through with that, I got a Saturday shift starting at 9 in the morning. So now Friday nights are fucked. Well, sorta. I usually don't do anything but go to bed at 9 on Friday nights, so I guess I am OK.
The other night, I was in there and the Eric Decker chick was in charge. Jesus, I just don't like her at all, so I am always looking for a confrontation with her. Didn't think I was that way, huh? Well, I am. I am smarter than her, better looking than her, and honestly, what the fuck are they going to do to me? Not like I am going to swat the bitch up side the head, though that would be awesome. I would be clever, because you know I am clever and I can beat her. With my mind.
So I got done with my zoning and another TL = team leader = assistant department manager asks me to help him out in Health and Beauty. I do that, and then while doing so, I hear bitch twat on the walkie talkie asking "how is F & G (appliances, stationary, bad home crap, which was my area)?" Before I could answer, the TL says on the radio that it is done and I am helping him in his area. Whore says "where is he now?" TL answers "he is in health and beauty". He? He???? He has a name. Keep in mind that this is blasting all over the store, since those radios are not that quiet. So I get on the radio and say "And 'he' has a name, and it is Jim." Fun! Both of them then respond with "Oh thank you, Jim". Damn right.
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