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Aug. 23rd, 2006 12:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lissa_quonGreetings from college life.
I am doing alright so far, though I spend most of my life waiting for buses now, or showering because I'm so sweaty and miserable from staying outside waitng for the bus.
The first day in the apartment was a scary shocking thing, the previous tenants were fans of beebee guns and shot them everywhere. There were beebee holes in the venetian blinds, little beebee sized dings all over the washer, drier, and frige. There was even one little teeny tiny beebee hole in the TV screen. Apparently at some point they decided to amend for their sins and dispose of the beebees, by dumping them into the garbage disposal. So our garbage disposal clanked and rang, and choked and ground, sounding like broken glass until the apartment maintanance took pity on us and cleaned it out. They also were kind enough to replace the TV set so we are now safe couch potatoes once more.
Sadly it was only this Monday that I finally got a chance to really unpack my stuff and move into my room properly. My clothes are finally up and my suitcases stashed properly and my art supplies put away where I can reach them. However, the walls are still bare, and will continue to be until I get a chance to get some more adhesive clips to hang stuff with without damaging the poster or the wall. I also desire some shelving, the apartment gave us no shelves on the wall so we have to make do with two collapsable bookcases that we picked up at Bed, Bath, and Beyond. My books and Karen's did all fit on one bookcase and my printer and such fits on the other. There is plenty of space in the place but no way to put any shelves up, so one either piles everything on the floor or levitate it with your mind.
Work sucks, which typically goes without saying, but right now I'm just mad cause I barely get to go home and do anything. Even before classes kicked up I was either on the bus, or at work. They started me in the children's department which was crazy but nothing horrible. The supervisor was sane and reasonable, there were plenty of people staffed all the time so stuff rarely got lonely or too out of hand. That all changed last week when they moved me to the lingere department.
the change over came rather suddenly and without warning. I come in one day to discover that my schedule had changed, I was going to be moving on the 14th and had gotten that day cleared no big production or anything. In a momenty of boredom at the register terminal I look up my schedule and discover that it has changed completely overnight. I no longer had the 14th off and even my supervisor at the time was confused about it. So questions are asked people are hunted down and finally it is revealed that my schedule was different because I no longer had the same supervisor and in fact was in a totally different department. If I hadn't asked lord only knows when they would have seen fit to tell me anything.
So now I'm in lingere, it's boring, slow, I hate sorting underwear, I've been essentially thrown in there by myself without any sort of clue what I was supposed to be doing. Plus they seem to have moved me to fill in for this great bra fitting event but seem to have neglected to TRAIN me to fit bras. So now everytime someone wants a fitting I have to call someone else to the department to do the fitting, I've gotten lots of dirty looks and rolled eyes and armwaving 'why aren't you trained yet!?'
Also my supervisor is a mad woman. She can't keep a schedule straight EVER. She always has to fiddle with it until the bitter end. I learned this the hard way when I was awoken one Tuesday morning to a phone call asking why I wasn't at work opening the register when last I checked I was supposed to be closing. It turns out sometime in the wee hours of Saturday and Sundey (which I was off for) she changed the schedule posted in the break room and then sometime on Monday (when the net in my apartment was off) posted it online. She mentioned this very annoyedly until I brought up the fact: one, she did all these postings after I left work, two, I wasn't even scehduled for a shift until the Tuesday in question popped up so I wasn't around to read the change, and three, my internet at the apartment was broken at the time and I couldn't check it if I tried.
She did finally apologize, though sadly she hasn't learned at all, it took days of pestering for her to even fix my schedule this week so I could go to class without pissing off everyone at work. Now judging from next weeks schedule I'm going to have to bring it up again if I want to keep this job. Though at this rate I'm debating about either requesting a change in department or just flat stop showing up for work.
Classes are pretty good but I do believe I shall save that ramble for another day. Right now I'm off to the Art building where I'm going to grab a soda and read something.
I am doing alright so far, though I spend most of my life waiting for buses now, or showering because I'm so sweaty and miserable from staying outside waitng for the bus.
The first day in the apartment was a scary shocking thing, the previous tenants were fans of beebee guns and shot them everywhere. There were beebee holes in the venetian blinds, little beebee sized dings all over the washer, drier, and frige. There was even one little teeny tiny beebee hole in the TV screen. Apparently at some point they decided to amend for their sins and dispose of the beebees, by dumping them into the garbage disposal. So our garbage disposal clanked and rang, and choked and ground, sounding like broken glass until the apartment maintanance took pity on us and cleaned it out. They also were kind enough to replace the TV set so we are now safe couch potatoes once more.
Sadly it was only this Monday that I finally got a chance to really unpack my stuff and move into my room properly. My clothes are finally up and my suitcases stashed properly and my art supplies put away where I can reach them. However, the walls are still bare, and will continue to be until I get a chance to get some more adhesive clips to hang stuff with without damaging the poster or the wall. I also desire some shelving, the apartment gave us no shelves on the wall so we have to make do with two collapsable bookcases that we picked up at Bed, Bath, and Beyond. My books and Karen's did all fit on one bookcase and my printer and such fits on the other. There is plenty of space in the place but no way to put any shelves up, so one either piles everything on the floor or levitate it with your mind.
Work sucks, which typically goes without saying, but right now I'm just mad cause I barely get to go home and do anything. Even before classes kicked up I was either on the bus, or at work. They started me in the children's department which was crazy but nothing horrible. The supervisor was sane and reasonable, there were plenty of people staffed all the time so stuff rarely got lonely or too out of hand. That all changed last week when they moved me to the lingere department.
the change over came rather suddenly and without warning. I come in one day to discover that my schedule had changed, I was going to be moving on the 14th and had gotten that day cleared no big production or anything. In a momenty of boredom at the register terminal I look up my schedule and discover that it has changed completely overnight. I no longer had the 14th off and even my supervisor at the time was confused about it. So questions are asked people are hunted down and finally it is revealed that my schedule was different because I no longer had the same supervisor and in fact was in a totally different department. If I hadn't asked lord only knows when they would have seen fit to tell me anything.
So now I'm in lingere, it's boring, slow, I hate sorting underwear, I've been essentially thrown in there by myself without any sort of clue what I was supposed to be doing. Plus they seem to have moved me to fill in for this great bra fitting event but seem to have neglected to TRAIN me to fit bras. So now everytime someone wants a fitting I have to call someone else to the department to do the fitting, I've gotten lots of dirty looks and rolled eyes and armwaving 'why aren't you trained yet!?'
Also my supervisor is a mad woman. She can't keep a schedule straight EVER. She always has to fiddle with it until the bitter end. I learned this the hard way when I was awoken one Tuesday morning to a phone call asking why I wasn't at work opening the register when last I checked I was supposed to be closing. It turns out sometime in the wee hours of Saturday and Sundey (which I was off for) she changed the schedule posted in the break room and then sometime on Monday (when the net in my apartment was off) posted it online. She mentioned this very annoyedly until I brought up the fact: one, she did all these postings after I left work, two, I wasn't even scehduled for a shift until the Tuesday in question popped up so I wasn't around to read the change, and three, my internet at the apartment was broken at the time and I couldn't check it if I tried.
She did finally apologize, though sadly she hasn't learned at all, it took days of pestering for her to even fix my schedule this week so I could go to class without pissing off everyone at work. Now judging from next weeks schedule I'm going to have to bring it up again if I want to keep this job. Though at this rate I'm debating about either requesting a change in department or just flat stop showing up for work.
Classes are pretty good but I do believe I shall save that ramble for another day. Right now I'm off to the Art building where I'm going to grab a soda and read something.
