fuck this job.com

I'm tired of cranky old broads looking for coupons for merchandise that is going to be returned three months from now. Or they will hold it for a year and then ask for the sale price. I'm sick of the "Brigade" as i heard one co-worker call them. They come with their mothers, daughters, granddaughters, cousins and all run around the store and throw things on the floor. Eat in the fitting rooms. Change their dirty babies diapers in the fitting rooms. Ignore their screaming infants while they roast inside snow suits during mild weather. Who are these penny pinching bastards?? They return shit for a three cent price adjustment. Who cares when they are going to return it all anyway?

So, the dude that bought the store finally decides to show his rat face and decides to have a meeting with the associates. Granted he had this meeting an hour before the store opened and we are only allowed to be there fifteen minutes beforehand...

He says that he won't close the store. He will cut the store's size by half. Someone asks if this means we will be losing our jobs. The store leader jumps in and says there will be no downsizing.

How the FUCK are you going to reduce store space by THOUSANDS of square feet and expect HUNDREDS of employees to share less space?? NOT DOWNSIZING? WHO IS SMOKING THE CRACK AND WHERE THE FUCK DO THEY GET IT FROM? It must be that same shit Dubbya smokes. Totally clueless about the weak lies they tell.

Why the FUCK is the store going to be open for 14 hours a day until the end of the year? These dumbass motherfuckers don't even advertise that the store is open. They tell us to come to work at 7am. Customers don't come in the store until 10am. Why? They don't know the store is open. Why? It's a damned military secret.

Chrismas music. Since November 1st Jessica Simpson and Hillary Duff singing Christmas songs. The same songs repeated every ten minutes. Who could hate a Christmas song, right? We all do. Thirty associates to two customers during what is supposed to be the lunch rush and we are inundated with March of the Wooden Soldiers.

Customer comes into the store the other day and says the store will be closing on December 31st. Another co-worker saw it on the news. I've heard others whispering about it in the hallways. But oddly enough, management knows nothing of it. Sure. I also heard an operations manager discussing her retirement package out in the open.

It just pisses me off that while the bell is loudly tolling in the corner, these assholes are still shoveling that "Sales are up, Sell, sell sell" bullshit.

Mark everything down to 4.99 and get it over with. These uppity snobs need one less place to steal from.

Well, I just found out that the new people that bought the store decides it would work better as a hotel. Or condo. Or something. This is what happens when the previous owners failed to realize the amount of poor quality, over priced crap that they sell wouldn't float for too long. It's not as though I didn't know it was happening. Many men with plaid shirts and measuring tape have been sighted thoughout the store mumbling things about knocking down walls and removing this and that.

It's nice to find these things out in the newspaper. By time it's in the newspaper, things have already been finalized. Well, you can't get by on selling crap forever.

Today was a rather calm day. The usual afternoon crunch and then the customers twitter away. On the way to the bathroom I say hello to the Dept Manager and her boss. I'll call the boss Pint Size. Running joke is that Pint Size buys clothes from the children's department. I go the entire day without any foolishness, and towards the end of the day the Dept Mgr calls me over. She asked if Pint Size came to talk to me, and I told her no. "Well, Pint Size wanted to talk to you because you aren't in dress code." Wha? I told the Dept Mgr that I did take my jacket off during the day from time to time, but what can I do? The Dept Mgr didn't really behave as though it irked her, because if it did, she would have said so, beleive me. She's a hard ass, but she's up front. She says her piece and moves on. She doesnt do this behind the back comment crap that Pint Size does. Pint Size smiles in your face like everything is ok, and then acts as though babies are being killed in the aisles in front of the t-shirts after you have walked away.

Numbnuts is on the loose again with her mouth. She and another co-worker of mine had some friction the other day. I'll call the other co-worker Red. I'm not totally sure what started it, but they certainly were not happy about it. Numbnuts goes to another co-worker and harasses her about Red. "How old is she? How old is she? Because she looks really old. Look at all that gray hair that she has. How old is she?" That co worker tries to walk away and tend to other tasks and Numbnuts follows her. Another barage of 'how old is she'. Numbnuts is told that it is disrespectful to ask how old a person is and she doesn't want to get in the middle of it. Numbnuts continues with "Well she better be careful. My husband is a very dangerous man. He is part of the mafia and he could do something to her."

One of my co-workers calls them Retail Rats. Those whose sole purpose is to stand at a register and ring sales while the world falls in around them. And during the off moment where they are not in their area, they go into yours and point out how awful a human being you are. You will normally find their noses planted firmly between their manager's butt cheeks.
We have obtained our own personal Retail Rat in our area. I know she isn't stupid. You can see stupid from a mile away. Glazed over eyes. A slow floating gait. Let's say her name is Numbnuts. I didn't name her that, but I like it, so I will use it.