Remember July 9-11

Last weekend in review. Yeah I know that I have been dealing with a lot of things in the past lately but I have been so depressed that I have not bothered writing anything in a long while. I have no idea why I write this stuff right now but I figure that it will help later.

This weekend was new managers weekend to work. Sweet. Friday was great until I found out that one of the assistant managers, the one I went to the gym with, was not going to be there on Saturday. Well Saturday was going like usual until the new manager and I ran into one another in the break room. We talked for hours. I was the greatest thing ever. Haven't done that in so long. A decent conversation. First one in a long time. Instead of the email I got last Wednesday. There was no conversation there. How do you talk to someone who blames you for everything. Well back to JCP. She had me recover the whole third floor. The other people that were closing were useless.

So anyway she found me in my fitting room. God I hate cleaning the fitting room. One person having to try on a pair of pants is understandable. But when he has to try on the same pair of pants in every color than that mean he's a dumb ass. Seriously what happened to your imagination.

Well she sat there while I hung up pants and laughed when I made a fool of myself. I pulled a pair of pants of the hanger while they were on the rack and the hanger whipped around and smacked me on the mouth. My bottom lip bled like a bastard. After she left I thought "A human can swallow a pint of blood before he gets sick."

Finally the store closed and she game me a ride to my car since everyone on the planet had come to the mall I had to park my car in the ass end of the parking lot.

Sunday was boring. I'm serious, no one came into the store. No one wanted to buy anything. I dragged some clearance dress shirts into the middle of the isle, even though I wasn't supposed to but come on thats when people buy it. No one bought anyway.

Then came lunch again. There were four of us this time. The three weekend managers and me. We had a great time talking about so many things. Like Niagara Falls and the New York Botanical Garden (NYBG for some.) It was great until this crazy chick from another department asks me what department I was a manager of. I knew what she was getting at but I just wanted to placate her. I was sitting with the management team and not with the other associates. It's not really my fault is it. You should have heard her topic of conversation. These people kill me they really do. They have nothing interesting to talk about but they expect me to talk to them anyway.

After dinner I helped one of the managers sit behind the catalog desk while one of the associates took their break. That manager for something and then the new manager came in and sat with me while we took care of the desk. I made announcements. The first time that the store has been forced to listen to my voice over the PA. We sat there for a long time just drawing and talking about jewelery and engagement rings. She wants me in her department.

Finally recovery. I had to clean up the basics pad. Damn did that suck. Then the new manager comes and starts to help. She asks me some questions about what ever. Stupid stuff but the conversation was much appreciated. I was bored and lonely in that place. We talked for a while until she said, "Damn I have to go find my keys. It costs $30,000 to replace all the locks." I then it hits me, "Fuck. Not again."


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