Will just got massacred on...
I don't see how I can actually think of something like "Black Friday" as being fun, yet get so totally fucked on a regular holiday Sunday...
Backstory
Normally I do speedy checkout (20 items or less). I am the GOD of speedy checkout. Ok so maybe not...my IPH (items per hour) is like, around 200. Wal Mart expects an IPH of 400-500. I've seen people on the top IPH of the week at 1000+. But anyways, of the almost 2 months i've been working now i've done nearly exclusively speedy checkout. Learn how to do everything at once, and do it as fast as possible. Nothing but speedies, every day...until today.
Worst day of work yet
I was on the the belts today for seven and a half hours*. It sucked. It sucked SO hard. I've NEVER been on the belts any longer than maybe 2 hours at most. I dunno if my bosses were oblivous to this, if they knew and malevolently shoved me into it, or what, but I got thrown to the fucking lions today. I didn't have any customers yelling at me, but a couple I really just wanted to tell to chill the fuck out, or slap. Or stab. It varied throughout the day. One woman actually got tired of me putting her smelly glade plugins things on top of the whirly-do-hicker with the bags on top instead of bagging them, and eventually threw them in a bag herself and threw them in her cart. I think she said something about "tired of this shit" which I believe was intended for me, but I don't really care. It's like, look you stupid bitch, do you really expect to put fucking 89 items up there and think it's not gonna take a while to get finished? So anyways, the mental part wasn't nearly as bad as the physical.
*Edit: Apparently by the time I was writing this post I was so braindead I couldn't even do basic math.
Feeling rather broken
If I didn't have a half day tommorow I would SO just fucking call in sick. I think my knees tried giving out on me at least twice, and after every break and lunch I left my register limping to the back. Speaking of my back, it's fucking killing me. I knew certain parts of my job would be physically tough, but this is just too much. All day I wanted to go tell a manager, or my boss if I didn't get more training, and they did that again, i'd either go on a killing rampage, or quit. So, physical calamities or mental stress, whatever it was, after work I broke down and bought a beer, 24 oz can of MGD. This really scares the shit out of me, cuz back when i'd write about working, and getting drunk every day after, is starting to happen again. I'd just been taking Excedrin every day, and had been waiting day after day thinking maybe this week my feet will stop hurting so much, and i'll adjust. But now I can see why so many of the night crew come off work to go buy a beer, or a case or six pack...blah.
Tired now
I hope this will be an isolated incident, and it won't happen in the future. If it does...i'm seriously going to consider finding employment elsewhere come January. I really don't feel like putting up with 6 months to a year of this shit to get Wal Mart's actual employee benefits, assuming they offered me a permanent position that is. I really don't want to get in the habit of coming on here and bitching about my job though, cuz that'd be really fucking sad.
In other news...
I went and tried to take advantage of the last of the Black Friday sales yesterday by skipping lunch and heading over to Best Buy to do some shopping. I didn't find anything great, but just a couple things I wanted, like another battery pack for my XBox 360 controller, GTA Vice City for the PS2, as well as Korn's Greatest Hits, and something I never thought I might see...Guns N Roses' new album, Chinese Democracy. After only listening to half of it i'm already very impressed (which is hard to do, music wise.) So i'm happy with that. I am extremely disappointed so far in my Wal Mart Black Friday "deals" though. Of the 3 movies i've watched so far, only 1 of them has been really good (which was 300.) That and I found out that I could have went and bought GTA IV for $10 less if I would have got it online...at Sam's Club of all places. Doh...
Okay then, I done now.
Typing is hard when your brain, and pretty much fucking everything else hurts. I hope you guys are doing good, I think about all of you all the time.
Love & Peace,
Will