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| For crying out
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5/7/2002 |
| Today was like the busiest day I've had at Wal-Mart!
I got my badge at least! That's just a bar code thing on the back of
my nametag that I use to clock in with, so now I don't have to write
my hours on a paper every day and get it signed. Then I got called to
Garden. A carry-out for a customer. Then I got called to Layaway,
which is the furthest point in the store from Garden. Someone needed
me to carry something out for them. I went to the front of the store
and got called to Garden again. Someone needed something off the top
shelf, so I had to get a ladder and get it down. The item was cracked and
the last one, so they got a different type. At the front a lady was
in a motorized wheelchair with a shopping basket, and I was
supposed to drive it back to Layaway when she was done. After I did,
I got called to Garden. I finally got time to do the carts, and they
were getting low, which meant a lot of pushing on my part to fill
them back up. Brian (the manager who was working at the time) told
me that today just isn't going well. He said he needs me in the
store more than getting carts. I got called to the front of the
store because someone wanted something off the top shelf. Everyone
was getting gardening stuff today. I asked Brian where the nearest
ladder was and he asked why. I told him I got called to get
something off the top shelf at the front of the store. He looked and
made a sound like "that's ridiculous", or maybe because it happened
today when everything else was a mess. Anyway, I had to go to
furniture and help someone get an entertainment center and futon
out, plus a TV. When I came back in the people greeters, who also
harp on us stockmen to get carts, told me I need to get some carts
now. I was the only stockman there. I told her that Brian said he
needs me in the store more than getting carts. She said for me to
get carts and she'll talk to Brian. I thought that was funny because
he's a manager. Okay, first there are regular associates like me, no
authority. In each department there is a dept. manager. There are
also CSMs which means "Cutomer Service Manager". Dept. managers and
CSMs are like just as high as each other. Support manager is above
them, and assistant manager is above support manager. Store manager
is the highest in our store, and then regional manager is above
store manager. Brian is a support manager, and the people greeter is
a regular associate. Anyway, I guess she got him to let me do carts,
since there were no carts whatsoever in the place where they go
inside. I filled it all up and went on my lunch... 2 hours later than
I was scheduled for. When I got back, I went outside and got all the
carts from the parking lot and put them all where they are supposed
to be. That usually takes 2 hours or more, and the assistant manager
at the time really likes that I do that, since I guess none of the
other stockmen do it. The morning stockmen like it too, really easy
for them since all the carts are gathered, and the people greeter
likes it because she has enough carts inside. I just wish I could
talk to Kelli more right now, and I wish she could tell me
everything. I don't want any secrets between us, I feel we should be
able to tell each other anything. I'm her friend, and in my eyes, the
best one she has. I just... miss her, terribly. How can I change so I
will be better for her? So she will like me more, feel more
comfortable around me. Feel about me how I feel about her. But hey,
it's late, so... lata. |
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