No way, an update?
Resume is written and proofread; I'm waiting on Dana to have a day off (or, you know, to be awake the same time as the rest of the world) for her to glance over it, then it's getting emailed off to a bazillion people and I'm printing copies to keep with me at all times...
Lazarus is pissing me off. It's part of the reason I don't update anymore. It's this cool app that remembers all your textbox entries so if your browser freezes up or the posting goes awry you can recover your post. Back when I did a lot of RP it was really useful. These days? Not so much. My browser just keeps freezing cuz Lazarus takes up so much memory. >:[ I don't want to disable it tho, just...have it be less laggy. I did a cleanup on its archive; maybe that will help.
Almost totally moved! Still left at the apartment are my hanging clothes, some blankets, curtain and curtain rod (on the wall; need a screwdriver), my dishes, the washer and dryer, and some Feng Shui odds and ends, along with a Transformers poster that's really high up there. I guess technically the barstools are mine too, but I figure if Whitney wants them or the washer and dryer she can have them. I have places to sit and a place to wash clothes already.
I need said fancy hanging clothes so I can start going around passing out resumes. The long and short of it is that Blockbuster was once fun to work at but now is not. Or, rather, I was once willing and excited to work for the company and now it just makes me feel used, unappreciated, and dirty, like I'm perpetuating an unfeeling corporate giant. I used to feel valued as an employee. I used to feel like my work mattered, my input and creativity held some sway, and most importantly, that I would be rewarded for my hard work and success.
These days it's more like I'm being punished for my failures, and the real kicker is that my success/failure is being measured by completely arbitrary number-crunching algorithms that don't take my area or demographic into account. I work in a poor, mostly Hispanic area; a good 20% of my customers don't even speak English. No, I'm not going to get every account secured with a credit card--more than half of them don't even have a credit card! No, they're not going to preorder Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. They haven't read the book, or seen the original Disney classic; they have no interest in it.
For some reason, when we fired one of our shift leads last year, that made our employee turnover 400%. One employee left. Just one. And 400% of my staff is four times the amount of staff I have. I couldn't fire that many people if I wanted to--and why? Because we don't have that many people!
Christ, Wayne's been gone for months now and he's still a thorn in my side.
So, anyway, our store went from being in the top 10% of the entire company last month to being in the bottom 25% this month, because of the new grading system. And then we get the corporate mandate: all stores in the bottom 25% at the end of this month have to work an extra peak shift a week--meaning we work five days a week normally and then have to go in on Saturday for an extra shift.
This shift will be uncompensated. We also get graded lower if anyone accrues overtime.
What this all amounts to is that I'm leaving. I love Mack and I want him to do well, but I no longer feel like my presence has any efficacy to that end. I'm there until I land a new job, then I put in my two weeks, hopefully take a week off to recuperate from two years of brutal retail grindstone, and then start my training at my new job.
I'm looking for an office job, something paperpushing and possibly with some customer interaction. Any receptionist or secretary job would work, but what I'm really gearing toward is a medical office, like a doctor or dentist. The way I see it, that's probably the place where people are least likely to complain and chew me out--I mean hey, they're sick; even if they are cranky, they're probably too tired to complain anyway.
I'd have to be more careful with my own health, especially if I work at a pediatrician's or something, but...as long as I can sit down and the majority of my work involves dead trees or electromagnetic impulses, I'll be happy for a good while.
Lazarus is pissing me off. It's part of the reason I don't update anymore. It's this cool app that remembers all your textbox entries so if your browser freezes up or the posting goes awry you can recover your post. Back when I did a lot of RP it was really useful. These days? Not so much. My browser just keeps freezing cuz Lazarus takes up so much memory. >:[ I don't want to disable it tho, just...have it be less laggy. I did a cleanup on its archive; maybe that will help.
Almost totally moved! Still left at the apartment are my hanging clothes, some blankets, curtain and curtain rod (on the wall; need a screwdriver), my dishes, the washer and dryer, and some Feng Shui odds and ends, along with a Transformers poster that's really high up there. I guess technically the barstools are mine too, but I figure if Whitney wants them or the washer and dryer she can have them. I have places to sit and a place to wash clothes already.
I need said fancy hanging clothes so I can start going around passing out resumes. The long and short of it is that Blockbuster was once fun to work at but now is not. Or, rather, I was once willing and excited to work for the company and now it just makes me feel used, unappreciated, and dirty, like I'm perpetuating an unfeeling corporate giant. I used to feel valued as an employee. I used to feel like my work mattered, my input and creativity held some sway, and most importantly, that I would be rewarded for my hard work and success.
These days it's more like I'm being punished for my failures, and the real kicker is that my success/failure is being measured by completely arbitrary number-crunching algorithms that don't take my area or demographic into account. I work in a poor, mostly Hispanic area; a good 20% of my customers don't even speak English. No, I'm not going to get every account secured with a credit card--more than half of them don't even have a credit card! No, they're not going to preorder Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. They haven't read the book, or seen the original Disney classic; they have no interest in it.
For some reason, when we fired one of our shift leads last year, that made our employee turnover 400%. One employee left. Just one. And 400% of my staff is four times the amount of staff I have. I couldn't fire that many people if I wanted to--and why? Because we don't have that many people!
Christ, Wayne's been gone for months now and he's still a thorn in my side.
So, anyway, our store went from being in the top 10% of the entire company last month to being in the bottom 25% this month, because of the new grading system. And then we get the corporate mandate: all stores in the bottom 25% at the end of this month have to work an extra peak shift a week--meaning we work five days a week normally and then have to go in on Saturday for an extra shift.
This shift will be uncompensated. We also get graded lower if anyone accrues overtime.
What this all amounts to is that I'm leaving. I love Mack and I want him to do well, but I no longer feel like my presence has any efficacy to that end. I'm there until I land a new job, then I put in my two weeks, hopefully take a week off to recuperate from two years of brutal retail grindstone, and then start my training at my new job.
I'm looking for an office job, something paperpushing and possibly with some customer interaction. Any receptionist or secretary job would work, but what I'm really gearing toward is a medical office, like a doctor or dentist. The way I see it, that's probably the place where people are least likely to complain and chew me out--I mean hey, they're sick; even if they are cranky, they're probably too tired to complain anyway.
I'd have to be more careful with my own health, especially if I work at a pediatrician's or something, but...as long as I can sit down and the majority of my work involves dead trees or electromagnetic impulses, I'll be happy for a good while.