Jack of all trades

Yesterday was hellacious.

I walk into sub in the morning for a girl who I graduated high school with. Immense feelings of regret, shame, and envy quickly took over. I however did not let any of these show on the outside. I had to go to the other high school in the afternoon, this was not so bad. I know the kids from being there more often and there is not the weirdness factor of being in my old high school, subbing for my old teachers - or my old classmates.

My boss wanted me to go into the store last night. I agreed reluctantly because I felt bad for being kind of bitchy when I told her she was the one that fucked up with the schedule this week. Whatever. I went in and I had to fill a blank section on the sale wall, which was emptied because she finally got around to transferring winter jackets to the outlet store. It took me four hours to do this small task. I had a million people come up to me asking hundreds of questions and wanting me to check in the back to see if we had another size. This is not unusual, but it was aggravating only because there was a fashion show group using our clothing. Also in the middle of filling the wall and helping the mass crowd, I had to finish up the transfers, getting them ready to be shipped out. Then I finished up. Because I was so sick of straightening after we closed, I volunteered to change six spotlights. Easy and different. When the job is so repetitive, seeking and finding those two things are a comfort.

Today is just game day. And I hardly anticipate working tonight, but if I say otherwise, I'm sure the people in my section will be unbearable assholes. Working at the Joe is a double-edged sword.

Right now, I have to go find something else to do except bitch in my blog about how much my jobs suck. Ciao.