I called my mom up this evening to thank her for a care package I received in the mail today. My dad gets on the phone and says, “Hey, for Nana’s birthday get her a portable CD player.”
“Uh no!” I’m suppose to spend that money for someone who shat on my present? No thanks! And no, “Hey! Hi! How are you?” just, “Spend more money to kiss up to my mother who shuns you for your lust!”
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This morning when I came into work, the stock room was flooded. Did some poking around and discovered someone left the faucet running in the men’s room last night…
What baffles me about this whole thing is how none of the associates heard the water running. At 9pm the music gets shut off and customers are kicked out while we fold down till 10pm. I just don’t get it.
Smelly says:
You guys need the censored faucets. Badly.Cristina says:
We need a damn REMODEL, that’s what we need! I mean geez the new president of Old Navy chose us as his home store! You’d think we’d get more than just new mannequins!
To top the day off, the new president of the company came in for a surprise shopping visit thus throwing management into a frenzy. So naturally I got snapped at for the lamest things. Never mind I got them an ONC. Ridiculous stuff like that makes me want to quit sometimes. Management should know by now that no matter how bad the store looks when the president AND District Manager plan on coming in, stressing out and snapping at your associates is not the magical remedy to make the store fantastic. Just accept you’re situation and know you’re doing the best you can.
I may not be there as much anymore, but when I see the petty bologna that goes on is so NOT worth stressing out over, nor is it worth pining over being a supervisor for. I still feel a little bit of resentment from time-to-time, knowing I was more than qualified for a supervisor position, and I had support from all my fellow coworkers. But at the end of the day the leadership team gave me the stink so that’s that. All I can do is move on and know that I won’t be there forever.
I’m craving some scrambled eggs with ketchup. I think I’ll go make some.
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Written on Saturday, February 23rd, 2008 @ 11:10pm


Wow, I really wrote ‘censored’ instead of ’sensored’ ? Haha I’m lame.
No you did the opposite and Firefox said it was wrong. :P
That’s one heck of a flood! The water must have been running for an awfully long time for it to get that bad! o.O
Oh em gee! That flood situation must have been exciting. :P
That is really lame how they treat you… you know, Chaz is in the same situation at his work. Where you are awesome at what you do and overqualified for your position but management NEVER seems to notice, or if they do they don’t care. ARG. Well it’s good that you won’t be there forever, it can’t be fun at all to work in that kind of environment. Grr…
Eggs wif ketchup?! Were they good..? XD
And I’m sorry I’m such a lame friend who doesn’t send you your birthday presents promptly.
I’m great at GETTING things but sending them seems to be an issue for me… *sigh* Forgive me? *sheepish grin*
Wow. I missed that Christmas post when you originally wrote it. That’s insane!! Don’t you dare get her a cd player. She sounds so ungrateful!!! I would be hurt by that too. Don’t cave my dear! Constant vigilance. And if i were you, i’d get her a bag of rocks.
Work stress is lame
*comforts* But you seem to be on top of it. So yay you! Too many people take their work home with them. and zomg i want scrambled eggs too! *glomps*