Don't Go In There
Nov. 7th, 2002 04:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
Hey there, all...
So, work is going all fine and dandy, and I'm happy with my role as Internet Sales Guy at the Dickson Street Bookshop. Then, suddenly, one of our compatriots decides to head off for Arizona. Even more suddenly, another one of our compatriots decides to help his granddad raise cattle in Mountain Home, Arkansas.
We're two people down, with great gaping holes in the schedule and bookshop responsibility chain. The owners don't want to hire anyone on (damn!), and now there are holes that *need* to be patched. Guess who gets recruited to fill them? Yeah, you guessed it.
Less flexibility, greater responsibility, more stress and my customers aren't words on a screen any more. Once all the confusion's over with and I learn (again) what the hell I'm doing, I'll be looking forward to it, but until then....help. :P
Going to look at a van today, that is hopefully still for sale. I haven't been home in a little under a week by now, and my roommate is getting antsy about me moving out. <:) If I can score the van, I'll *make* myself road-worthy in under a month. The idea that I won't have to bribe people with cheeseburgers just to buy groceries is endlessly exciting. But I still have to pay insurance. Grr. Don't talk to me about insurance. Today was harder than yesterday. Had a can of Slim-Fast for suhoor this morning, and tonight I think I'll enjoy a little TV dinner, a bowl of cereal and several pastries I bought from the Stop and Rob nearby. I can't *wait* to get paid tomorrow so I can actually buy food...if someone's willing to drive me to some place other than WalMart, granted. Cut a deal with Charles (the crotchety old boss, not the cool one) to get Monday off so I could travel to Kansas City. Unfortunately, the deal means I work the desk on Saturday night with a fellow named John Peel. I might also be getting a huge chunk of the bookshop to re-organize and crap...and boy is it a mess. The fellow who had it before me didn't believe much in...well, any kind of system. Something tells me this is where I develop OCD. :P Life is taking yet another series of twists and turns in all sorts of directions. My path is morphing.
So, work is going all fine and dandy, and I'm happy with my role as Internet Sales Guy at the Dickson Street Bookshop. Then, suddenly, one of our compatriots decides to head off for Arizona. Even more suddenly, another one of our compatriots decides to help his granddad raise cattle in Mountain Home, Arkansas.
We're two people down, with great gaping holes in the schedule and bookshop responsibility chain. The owners don't want to hire anyone on (damn!), and now there are holes that *need* to be patched. Guess who gets recruited to fill them? Yeah, you guessed it.
Less flexibility, greater responsibility, more stress and my customers aren't words on a screen any more. Once all the confusion's over with and I learn (again) what the hell I'm doing, I'll be looking forward to it, but until then....help. :P
Going to look at a van today, that is hopefully still for sale. I haven't been home in a little under a week by now, and my roommate is getting antsy about me moving out. <:) If I can score the van, I'll *make* myself road-worthy in under a month. The idea that I won't have to bribe people with cheeseburgers just to buy groceries is endlessly exciting. But I still have to pay insurance. Grr. Don't talk to me about insurance. Today was harder than yesterday. Had a can of Slim-Fast for suhoor this morning, and tonight I think I'll enjoy a little TV dinner, a bowl of cereal and several pastries I bought from the Stop and Rob nearby. I can't *wait* to get paid tomorrow so I can actually buy food...if someone's willing to drive me to some place other than WalMart, granted. Cut a deal with Charles (the crotchety old boss, not the cool one) to get Monday off so I could travel to Kansas City. Unfortunately, the deal means I work the desk on Saturday night with a fellow named John Peel. I might also be getting a huge chunk of the bookshop to re-organize and crap...and boy is it a mess. The fellow who had it before me didn't believe much in...well, any kind of system. Something tells me this is where I develop OCD. :P Life is taking yet another series of twists and turns in all sorts of directions. My path is morphing.
