I’m sick of it. Sick of work, sick of Christmas, sick of everything. I’m glad that I don’t have a ton of shit in the store for Christmas this year because in about a week I’d have to mark all of it down. Now I’ve probably got about a cartload worth to mark down. That is if I’m still working there after Christmas. I’ve about had it with the stupidity that goes on around there. Now on Christmas Eve I’m scheduled from open to close which kind of pissed me off. The manager is too but hey, that’s his job and he may still give a flying fuck. I on the other hand do not and I probably won’t be there all day Christmas Eve. A 12 hour day doesn’t exactly make me excited anyway. Then they wonder why I’m not bothering with the Christmas Party. Well, I guess Christmas party is a little of an overstatement. It’s a get together at a local bar/food joint because our corporate is too fucking cheap to foot any sort of a bill for their employees. Why would they pay their money to do anything for the people that are working the front lines and bringing in money for them? I mean it’s obvious that they don’t trust us, considering every door in the fucking store is locked up tight except for the bathrooms. Shit, even our compactor is locked now which meant that when I go in the back I just throw my shit on the floor because I’m not going to fuck around looking for someone with a key.
Tuesday on my load I got two shippers of DVD’s that retail for $1 each. Two shippers of 300. So I have 600 DVD’s sitting in my backroom because even though they were ordered for us by our corporate office, the dumbass that ordered for us didn’t bother to pass that information along to the people in the pricing office and now I have 600 not in files sitting here. After a long ass game of email tag I finally got a response from someone over the ordering idiot telling me to just have our store pricing person put these items into the system and to not wait any longer. I also fired off the email to another one of the people I actually still like at corporate telling him about this idiot that ordered me all of this summer shit (yeah, same one that ordered the DVD’s.) So I emailed him telling him how this dumbass ordered all this summer stuff that I am still sitting on plus another shitload of summer stuff that I haven’t had any luck selling in the past and I just happened to mention that I’m almost at the point where I’m going to throw my hands up and just walk away from it all. Why? Because I’m sick of it. That and I can see the writing on the wall that it’s an unstoppable downhill slide to bankruptcy and I don’t really want to stick around for that. When I leave either by giving notice or just walking off I want it to be because I want to, not because I have to.
What other fun stupid shit is going on around here that has nothing to do with my stupid bullshit job? Well, I really haven’t started Christmas shopping yet. Out of five people I’ve only got one done, and that’s because I got him a gift card. I really do hate Christmas shopping for anyone that isn’t a kid. At least when I buy something for a kid I get the idea that they might actually like the item unless someone else bought them the same exact thing. However when I’m shopping for an adult it doesn’t seem to quite work out that way. Adults usually won’t tell you what they want either which pisses me off. They just him and haw around about how they don’t really need anything and then when you buy them some lame desk toy they pretend to like it, but you know they’ll be at the store the day after Christmas trying to return it so they can buy what they really wanted. I think there should be a law that when adults tell each other that they aren’t going to exchange gifts that year and then one or both ends up buying something anyway; whoever bought a gift and spoiled the no gift pact should be poked continuously with a sharpened candy cane. Right in the fucking eyes.