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World Market: Day One
Nov. 21st, 2008 09:27 amI'm so tired today. You know the "My legs are killing me where the HELL is my caffiene?" tired.
Last night was interesting. I thought I was only going to be filling out my paperwork and getting a training schedule. Nope! I closed. I won't say time flew by, but it went faster than I expected for 4 1/2 hours. Most of it was spent straightening up the store. I met CC and Michelle, who apparently I'll be working with a lot. They're both really sweet. I apologized to them a lot for my grumpiness. Note to self: Keep snacks and drinks in locker. A hungry Morgan is a snippy Morgan.
When I interviewed for the job I was told I'd be getting 15-20 hours a week. Yeah, it's really more like 25-30. >_< I spoke to Colleen about it, and she said she'd do everything she could to get me one weekend day off. If not, meh. It's only six weeks. Besides, if the hours keep up I'll hit my goal by week 4. That means the last paycheck would be all mine to spend. Woot!
On the down side, since I didn't get out of work at a decent time I wasn't able to get what I needed for the office lunch today. Now I have to run over to Piggly Wiggly and pray that they have something I can use. Right now I'm so exhausted I really don't care, buuuut I don't want to get harassed by my co-workers either. Lesser of two evils I suppose.
Last night was interesting. I thought I was only going to be filling out my paperwork and getting a training schedule. Nope! I closed. I won't say time flew by, but it went faster than I expected for 4 1/2 hours. Most of it was spent straightening up the store. I met CC and Michelle, who apparently I'll be working with a lot. They're both really sweet. I apologized to them a lot for my grumpiness. Note to self: Keep snacks and drinks in locker. A hungry Morgan is a snippy Morgan.
When I interviewed for the job I was told I'd be getting 15-20 hours a week. Yeah, it's really more like 25-30. >_< I spoke to Colleen about it, and she said she'd do everything she could to get me one weekend day off. If not, meh. It's only six weeks. Besides, if the hours keep up I'll hit my goal by week 4. That means the last paycheck would be all mine to spend. Woot!
On the down side, since I didn't get out of work at a decent time I wasn't able to get what I needed for the office lunch today. Now I have to run over to Piggly Wiggly and pray that they have something I can use. Right now I'm so exhausted I really don't care, buuuut I don't want to get harassed by my co-workers either. Lesser of two evils I suppose.
