• inthe Breakroom

    retail has always been an Ugly sport to work in-even when it has a pretty green bow on top. i spent most of November running to training sessions at a conglomerate that hides behind it’s co-op roots. i spent hours listening to Boring and often common sense thinking in the work place. the training was long and draining-somewhere along the way i said something that was “inappropriate” in the breakroom. i also know the law and firing someone when they are off the clock for comments is quite illegal; and clear ethical violation even by a company with supposed “integrity” and ethical standards.

    i managed to work Oneday onthe sales floor where i was left out to dry by my own manager, who didn’t bother coming over until the very end of my shift, walked me through sorting of merchandise and where they hung in less than 10minutes. i had spent the whole day learning everything from scratch. my manager was not graceful, she was hostile, temperamental-however is only the tip of the iceberg the boat hit.

    i managed to keep the section including the changing room free of hangers, and over 30 pieces of clothing out of the way of customers. during the training we where taught how to “pitch” the co-op idea, up-sell when a client came in, even if it’s just socks. during the training they never informed me that i was “seasonal,” rather they talk about “opportunity” for “Growth” something everyone knows during the holiday season is Pure bs. i met a woman that was in training with me, who was lost her manager position in another store to start from scratch at their flagship.

    we where told that besides convincing customers that being a “member” was worth the money, it’s the only way one can go back and returning merchandise for cash, i dated a guy that returns over half of what he purchases and is still able to do so. i prefer companies such as LLB and lend where the guarantee comes with the product and isn’t an add on.  retail i still retail and i look back and wish i had taken a job where they where able offer me more money than the $7.42 i made hourly after taxes.

    i haven’t made that little since i did babysitting in high school-nor been accused of lack of performance when i had no Guidance, or help in the section i was working in. selling a co-op idea and along with the other programs when people come in seeking very basic pieces of clothing. the most expensive thing in my section

    wasn’t in my section-it was over-priced jacket that was anchored to the rounder. luckily something i didn’t have to worry about. i also heard a false and misplaced rumor about my LoveLife that was not based in fact? i still don’t know what they made up, as i clearly remember not talking about my supposed “love life” in the breakroom; and that she had gotten complaints from other managers, ha? what?

    i know what sabotage looks like-and if i was not “fit” to work for this conglomerate they had ample opportunity during my training to terminate me working for them, instead they allowed me to work a horrible skeletal shift with NoHelp or guidance until the very End. hearing what i know understand as hearsay about my supposed love life astounded me. Hello anyBody home?

    time to check out the competition-and check out the Real Green companies that still run on Ethics, the letter place i worked doesn’t have.

  • waiting inLine

    thanks(Giving) was simple and fun this year-spent half the day cooking and the other half eating.  the brief intermission-slowed the city and the House down a bit. i went for a hike yesterday, enjoying frost-and higher altitudes, over-dressed munchkins. babies wrapped in so much clothing their little hands and feet are sticking out in all directions.

    watching my favorite soccer team get creamed was no fun at all. although, we arrived in time for the second half-each time we had possession we never got a goal. it was pathetic. it’s too depressing to write more about.

    no country for old men Sucked. i like the coen brothers work has always been solid-however, this release ended with a poof. the sigh in the theatre was a straight thumbs down. the serial killer/psychopath is able to take out the very DEA agent that was going to catch him-ah Lame. VeryLame.

    i am enjoying my first eggNog latte of the season-one year i drank them straight for a month, Every where! this year with Christmas being stocked in stores 4 weeks earlier than before. Really-the TV is slammed with Christmas, CharFucks has their tacky cups out and an awful take on the Pumpkin latte-i made the mistake of ordering a few years ago. One word. Yuck!

    time to get ready to hit work. please drink responsible this season, support local coffee, and don’t Drive Buzzed(Drunk!)

  • thanks(Giving)

    small rosesthe last few months have been one of the hardest in my life and i would not be working or having a place to live if it wasn’t for my friends who didn’t leave my side after i became homeless for the first time in my life.  this short list is for all of those who saw me and not my circumstances. Thank You! :0)

    -my social worker, doc and the other people at the community clinic i go to because they treat me like a person, not a number.

    -my friend Jon who has picked me for bowling all over the city of seattle.

    -my parents who stood by me after my diagnosis of SaDo and watched me when i was drowning on depakote.

    -the team at the hospital i was at briefly who bought me lattes, ice cream and other treats while making me being there a little bit easier.

    -my friend Crysdian who made sure that i didn’t do anything stupid when i reached the breaking point this summer.

    -my bowling league-a place where i can still sing lame 80’s songs and dance in the bowling lane without feeling weird or awkward.

    -my favorite barista’s all over the city that remember what i drink, and pour hearts in my coffee.

    -my BF who was a steady when i wasn’t-giving me a place to sleep away from the day shelter on the weekend, dragged me out to remind me that people still loved me and didn’t judge me because of my circumstances.

    -being introduced to flickr, by meeting a super genius who just left the (L) coast for the (R)  and who’s photo’s are amazing.

    -my friend Joe who encouraged me to get a job when i didn’t think i could do it; who believed in me when i didn’t. Thank you!

    -my friends who made sure i didn’t end up on the street in August. a pizza guy and a few other random people who helped me when i didn’t know where to turn.

    this thanks(Giving) i am really glad for the small and large things that happened in my life and which if they haven’t happened would not have changed me. my parents who called me everyday in August and September when things became rough and i began to Doubt my circumstances and them changing. all those who saw my worst side and helped anyway they could. ThankYou!