"I'm thinking about calling it, 'Do You Want to Laugh or Cry?'"

[maypirate]

So in addendum to my last jobby post wherein I said my boss wanted to have two locations open simultaneously, the situation has changed.

No no, instead we'll be closed for two days during the week. But meanwhile, we're going to be open for rentals until Tuesday while the entire store is being disassembled around us. It's hard to find things, sections are broken up, there are cords and nails everywhere...this is, officially, the worst idea my boss has ever had. And lo, she has had many.

But I'm actually considerably less depressed. Because it's gone so far into the ridiculously incomprehensible that it's bordering on hysterical.

Let's take a tour, shall we?





Feels a little like something's missing, doesn't it?



Do you like how everything is smushed together on the shelves like that? Boy I sure do. Normally I could find each section in my sleep, now I hardly know what I'm looking at.



Nothing says classy like a pile of disorganized movies in a corner.



where am i how did i get here i am not good with things



That empty wall space behind my coworker is where the porn bin used to be. No one actually knows where it went.



And this is where we check people out now!




Just take me along.

While it sucks for everyone, I have no patience for customers complaining about things not having immediately visible covers (boo fucking hoo), the people who are like "but we're so close!" (dude, we're moving two fucking blocks and you don't have to work this mess), and especially not the guy who came in last night asking if we had liquor when there are BARS ON EITHER SIDE OF US.

So yeah. I was there until 12 and shortly I'm going back and this will make day 8 of being at work every day with no immediately guaranteed day off in sight. But honestly, I'm doing okay, because I hooked up a TV so we don't have to work in horrible silence and it's just so comically inept at this point that like...what am I gonna do?

This morning feels_like_fire hid my keys so I couldn't go back to work before she made me breakfast, and I had this text conversation with Richard, who opened this morning and hadn't actually seen everything until them:

Me: Are you surviving?
Richard: I guess you could say that. This is a fucking mess.
Me: I'll be there soon.
Richard: Bring a gas can.
Me: I've heard kerosene works better (thanks, mossgreen!)
Richard: Molotov cocktail hour

And that's the way it is.

Comments

[thistlerose.livejournal.com]

Ack, I'm sorry it's so rough, darling. *hugs* You're very cute in your box, though! Kind of like my cat.

[thalialunacy.livejournal.com]

That picture of you in a box is so ridiculously cute I can't even.

[reikah.livejournal.com]

i am sorry your boss sucks from the teat of stupid bb, but omg i forgot how much pictures of maypirates hiding inside things enriched my life

how am you so teeny?!?!?!

[shipwreck-light.livejournal.com]

You're so portable in that box!

I'll take you, and leave that load of screaming fuck behind. Because that's what it is SCREAMING FUCK. Do you like pasta? We eat a lot of pasta here.

Oh porn bin, where art thou!

[minigendo.livejournal.com]

I second the "dawwwww"-ness of the box picture.

Sorry to hear that things are rough. Hope they get better.

[jactrades]

Oh, man, that looks like the messiest mess of a workplace ever. Would drive me insane! (Or send me to cowering in those boxes, although not in as cute a manner)

[harukaceles.livejournal.com]

You've got to be kidding me.

I will keep you updated as I know more things about jobs!

[sail-aweigh.livejournal.com]

Office jobs on campus. The pay ain't so great and the benefits are dwindling, but the work atmosphere tends to be pretty damn awesome compared to where you are.

[sedesla.livejournal.com]

Is... that one guy in the picture in a red Trek shirt...? It even looks like he has a communicator pin.