Ryan's Job

Prologue

11/22 - I was hoping my torture would not begin for another week. Little did I expect the pre-rush rush. It was a nice preview of things to come... most notable long lines at the cash wraps. Anytime I walked by the crowd would give me these pathetic looks, as if they were tortured souls looking for a savior. I had one guy ask if I could ring something up for him, and I have a feeling that's a question I'll be answering a lot in the coming month and a half. On top of the fitting rooms being bad, one guy had me help him look for dress shirts for 40 minutes, which really slowed me down. It was pretty funny though, because he perpetuated the Indian stereotype more than anyone I've ever come across ("Yes yes the Bellington [actually it's Barrington] company is velly velly good").

11/23 - Thank goodness for the fourth commandment. It's a great excuse to tell Kelly I can't work on Sundays.

11/24 - I almost died tonight. You see, ten minutes after we close I assume the fitting rooms are going to be empty. So I went over to check petites, and I ended up walking in on some lady... Maybe instead of "The time is now 9:00 and Sears is closed for the evening. Please take your final selections to the nearest customer service counter..." we should say,"It's 9:00. GET OUT. NOW."

11/25 - Oh my. Went to check petites today, and the door to the room at the end was open. I walked down to see how it looked, and I saw the back side of an old, overweight lady not wearing a shirt. Traumatized, I backed silently out of there and gouged out my eyes. Not really, but... y'know. I've never seen the store this dead. So dead, that if we had two of me, we could have left at 9:30. But instead, we had me and some rotten newbie. I finished at 9:30, and Barb told me to go help this girl that's been there for a couple weeks. The cash wrap was messy, there was stuff in the fitting rooms, and the tables were messy. All I could think was, "What the heck have you been doing for the past FIVE HOURS?" Please, Santa Claus, send me competent MCA's...

11/26 - I think it was even more dead tonight than last night. Nothing spectacularly bad... but on a side note, I think I've seen more Indian people in the past 5 days than the entire rest of my life. What's the deal, Jeanne? I was hindered by n00b cashiers today--I sorted through a pile of shirts and said "hanger, hanger, folded, hanger, folded, etc" like I always do. To a REAL cashier, "hanger" means "Hang this up! Now!" Not to these fools. Anyway... the announcement says that the store opens at 6:00 Friday morning. So I guess working 2-11 is actually a break, and I owe someone big time. well... here we go.

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