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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 6:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 8:36 pm
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shoki_de_nai I GOT A JOB!!! biggrin This lady from church was all "Hey, I know someone who needs help." And we went to meet her, and I got hired! So, now I'm working at a day care business this woman runs at her house. She needs extra help 'cause she's due to have her own baby soon, and she doesn't think her current assistant is working out, so she'll have to replace her as well. Anyway...I start tomorrow! 3nodding
Congratulations! =^ ^=
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 8:17 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 5:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 6:57 pm
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Today was exciting. After waking up inexplicably at 5am, and not being able to sleep again....I got up at six. Dog started choking on something, so I got to deal with that, THEN clean up the mess he made during the night. Nothing like vacuuming at six in the morning.
So, first day of work went fine I guess. Twelve kids, all preschool, split half and half between potty trained and diapers. I can't get all their names yet, partially because I'm not sure all of them were given actual names. <_< Kids were pretty well behaved, in my opinion. The assistant I was working with is definitely more of an authoritarian than I am. I go "Hey could you please not do that?" and she goes "Hey, stop that right now!" Oh well. It wasn't too bad...worst part was changing diapers. Not really a huge deal. Though I wish I didn't have to do them all. >> I need to learn to speak up, I went hungry til I came home (late) this afternoon 'cause I was too nervous to ask what I was supposed to do for lunch and when she wanted me to go home today. x_x;
On an unrelated note, we were denied for food stamps and Medicaid. Lol, we're not poor enough because my step-dad's house that he's trying to sell is considered a "resource" even though the mortgage is still being paid on it.
..at least I like ramen.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 2:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 3:16 pm
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Yesterday my boyfriend came and sat next to me on the couch while I was playing a video game ("Ocarina of Time", if you're curious), and said, "We need to have a serious talk."
Apparently, his company (he's a mechanical engineer) is looking for volunteers to fly to Saudi Arabia for 6 weeks; they'd be leaving this Saturday, and he wanted to know if I'd be okay with him going.
After giving it some honest thought (slight separation anxiety aside), I said that I know how much he loves traveling for work, but I really didn't feel comfortable with him going there.
He immediately said, "Then I'll tell them that unless they absolutely need me, I'm not going." (which, today, he did)
"You sure?"
"6 weeks is a long time. It's my job to take care of you, and if this upsets you, I won't go."
I love that we can talk honestly about stuff and come to mutually-satisfying conclusions. heart
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 6:54 pm
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OMG, life rocks so hardcoreish.
My grades are so freaking awesome, they smashed, bashed and penitrated my grades from the previous year. My new classes are pretty amazing, I like all of them, and the teachers. Except for my typography teacher. Dear god woman, get your head out of the clouds and think straight. She says this and that, and all over the place, it gets so confusing. I can see myself able to do the work, as long as I can figure out what she's saying.
The only thing I hate is my job. But that's just a simple sending out the applications and lookin' for a new one. Wouldn't it be awesome to work at Gamestop?
SO. Things are mega, super, awesome, cool.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 7:33 pm
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Sirus Jin OMG, life rocks so hardcoreish. My grades are so freaking awesome, they smashed, bashed and penitrated my grades from the previous year. My new classes are pretty amazing, I like all of them, and the teachers. Except for my typography teacher. Dear god woman, get your head out of the clouds and think straight. She says this and that, and all over the place, it gets so confusing. I can see myself able to do the work, as long as I can figure out what she's saying. The only thing I hate is my job. But that's just a simple sending out the applications and lookin' for a new one. Wouldn't it be awesome to work at Gamestop? SO. Things are mega, super, awesome, cool. Trust me, you DON'T want to work there... =_=
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 7:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 8:01 pm
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Forcive Habit Sirus Jin OMG, life rocks so hardcoreish. My grades are so freaking awesome, they smashed, bashed and penitrated my grades from the previous year. My new classes are pretty amazing, I like all of them, and the teachers. Except for my typography teacher. Dear god woman, get your head out of the clouds and think straight. She says this and that, and all over the place, it gets so confusing. I can see myself able to do the work, as long as I can figure out what she's saying. The only thing I hate is my job. But that's just a simple sending out the applications and lookin' for a new one. Wouldn't it be awesome to work at Gamestop? SO. Things are mega, super, awesome, cool. Trust me, you DON'T want to work there... =_=
What's wrong wtih it? o-o
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 8:25 pm
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I've worked in the canadian branch for like 2.5 years now, an honestly, dealing with the masses omg =_=
Maybe I'm just not a patient person... here's my day at work.
Sunday, mall opens at 11, so I start at 10. Get in the door, the phone rings. 1 of 3 (used to be two) things. "Do you hve any RockBand in?", "Do you have any Wii's in stock", "Do you have GuitarHero?". Now I knwo that thoes are probably the more popular things in style right now... But recieving death threats because we don't ahve any isn't something I need to hear. Now it's 11, and our store has a lineup, on SUNDAY. FFS, go sleep or something. Guess what they want? Get this, even though our store lights aren't on, people STILL pull on the doors and ask us why we aren't open. Look the ******** around, do you see any other stores that are open? No, so why would our be?
Day goes by, sell games, dissapoint people when we don't have it. Have nerdy guys hit on me =_=, dissapoint them. Get told about twice an hour that my store policy on opened returned games is crap and that they want to talk to a manager, when neither of them work on sundays. Listen to people cry over the phone because I can't take their credit card or phone number to buy something. Get yelled at because people are in a rush and have to deal with it. Listen to bratty little kids fighting over the interactive systems, then get bitched at by their parents when I turn them off so they stop fighting. Get told that I'm stupid for not offering more money on games that epople paid 50$ for 7 years ago.
Best part is, you don't actually get to play games. The most gaming you get to do is testing out traded in systems to see if they aren't broken, and immagine yourself at home playing one of yourt favourite games while listening to some random customer b***h about how concoles suck and PC's will take over the industry.
Then it's closing time, and all the other stores are closed, we shut our doors, and people who don't know that the mall closes at 5 on sundays pull on our doors and ask us why we closed so early, like it's a holiday or something. Then, MORE phone calls, since we have to answer them and explain why we don't ahve RB/GH/Wii's in stock and get yelled at when we can hear it even better now that it's finally /quiet/.
Best part about working there, the 15 minute loop video. Yep. you get to hear about Habbo Hotel and how it's sweeping the nation, how new and exciting sports games are, and best of all, the Wii game adds, Oooh, they're soo amazing, with Mario and Sonic, OG, being played for the past 4 months in a row =_=
Now, I knwo it's a retail position, and if i could get the pictures off of my cellphone of how ******** disgustingly dirty the storageroom for my store is, I'd share. It's HAZARDOUS to work there. I've had pieces of ceiling and signs flal on me. Like, hardwood scrollsaw cut signs. But since I wasn't /badly/ (scratches and whatnot) hurt, the company won't do anything about it. Not even send someone to fix the parts of our store that are broken. Int he entire time that i've worked there, just last week we had the burned out lightbulbes, that have been there since I started, replaced.
Sigh, now I'm too irritated to even explain anymore X.x
Just my forewarning to you. you can work wherever you want, I just don't want more people to put up with what I've had to...
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 8:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 8:54 pm
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The one I used to go to all the time seemed okay. The guys who worked there had a sense of humor at least.
Work is all about dealing with idiots. That's the long and short of it. Doesn't make any difference if it's at GameStop or what have you, you're going to have to deal with idiots within and outside of the company. When I worked in Marvin's IGA, we were instructed to sell expired food products, but to knock a couple bucks off of em so they'd go quicker. The food inspectors were always bribed, so even when they noticed problems, they'd never do anything about them. We had a whole shipment of milk go bad one time and our manager, lazy b*****d that he was, said that we would not be doing returns and that consumers should take it up with the company who delivered the milk to our store.
It's hard all over. I think I'd rather work at Gamestop than at the IGA. It would be fun to disappoint people and make them mad at me, because it's not my fault the damn game or system isn't in stock. I just sell it, but I can't sell what I don't have. Too bad for the retards who can't comprehend s**t like that.
EDIT: I just watched EPIC MOVIE, which I specifically asked my uncle to get for me for Christmas. It's so mind-numbingly stupid that I wonder what exactly the ******** I was thinking when I wanted it.
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