Day 4 – dull
Revelation for today: When the URL is slow, this job is mind-numbing. I am not surprised by the boredom; I am surprised the store was slow on a Saturday evening before Christmas. I’ll chalk it up to the rain.
The lull did, however, afford me the opportunity to take a few pictures. The manager seemed a bit suspicious but didn’t object. I was photographing the ankle boot army at the time:
A somewhat diminished spiky, furry phalanx!
Perhaps if I’d been seen taking pictures of hell, the reaction would have been different? Maybe they think I’m a spy! Is there such a thing as a “secret associate”? You know, like a secret shopper, but on the staff? Probably not, but if there were, I think I’d seem like one of them. A coworker asked me today if I was an associate or a manager. I answered honestly and asked if I appeared managerial. He said, “Yes.” I’m not sure what I’m doing to give this impression, and, really, it only came from one person. But, like complaint letters to big corporations, I presume that one comment represents multiple people with the same thought. Can you take a principle like that and scale it down to the personal? Does it still apply? I’m going to pretend it does.
Anyway, here’s hell… and if that’s not bad enough, hell isn’t waterproof, either. It leaks!
A tiny corner of hell.
The obstacle course that is the eighth circle has new tricks and traps. Puddles, trashcans and flattened cardboard boxes block aisles and stairwells. Fun!
Hell has leaks.
I’d like to take this time to note that since the last time I worked, hell has been significantly cleaned and straightened. It really is rather impressive. Fewer boxes are sliding off the shelves and blocking your path. The boxes are neat and orderly and facing the same way. The same shoes are still not consistently together, but it’s a lot easier to navigate, to be honest. Not that I had much to do down there today. Did I mention it was slow?