First, there's a 7 a.m. meeting at our sister store, after which I get to work open to close as part of a skeleton crew. Please also note that today is the first day of a two day super hard core furniture extravaganza. Please also note that it will be a copy center person (male), a cashier that cannot handle the stress of running a register during even slightly busy times (female, 4.10" and can't lift a shredder), a supervisor (female), and me (also female). This means that I'll be the only one on the floor the entire day (other than a teensy bit from like 2 pm to 5 pm when Cassie shows up). There's no one to cover lunches. There's no one to pull down the giant EZ build chairs that even I can't get my Amazon arms around. I can probably manhandle the heaviest of the desks to get them from point A to point B, but to get it up and into a car? Fuggeddaboudit.
Words cannot even begin to express how beyond irritated I am with this situation.
I hate working Sundays anyway, but this seems to take the cake. Thanks to my new, uh.. position, this is the first Sunday I've had to work since I went back, but it's a doozy. I plan to have words with the store manager when I see him this morning, if I can get him cornered enough so that I respectfully do not flip out on him in front of others.
You can betcher bottom dollar that I will be doing everything I can to highly urge customers to take advantage of the free shipping over $50.
I shall keep myself only slightly happier by watching this gif of a cat with mittens.