2001-11-23 - 10:35 p.m.
i just got home from work.
5 hours at the service desk and 6 hours at the front dooor...guh. the front door.
the front door is the bain of my existance. i stand there all day, and as people leave i check their recipts...make sure they're not being overcharged for anything...make sure they're not stealing anything...and i punch a hole in their recipt with my trusty hole puncher.
sometimes i wis hwe could get one of those hole punchers that punches a cute little shape...how nice would that be?! jus a little binger to brighten someone's day.
but its an awful job.
nothing to lean on...always on camera so i can't really zone out well...people who think they're funny and try and play 'keep away' with the recipt...people who insist on making comments like 'now make sure you check every item' when they have like 2 carriages heaped with stuff, as though they think they're the first person to think of saying it to me and start laughing, as though i havent already heard it 15 times by the time they come through...not to mention if some gun-wielding loony comes in shootin the place up i'm the first one to bite the dust, there's no place to duck and cover, not place to hide.
and tonight there was this mandatory meeting in which the cashiers and membership desk people were told what they already know about the holidays coming up and certain proceedures...and then the big cheese starts going on and telling us not to try and stop shop lifters...and all these horror stories about other clubs where people on drugs have tried to steal and when the alarm goes off they attack the front door person...all the while i'm standing there, listening, wondering if he even realized i was the front door person, and i was standing right there. he kept saying "he" and "the man at the front door", and so my manager goes "him OR HER" and i waved at him...and he sort blushed...and i thanked him for the stories. everyone thought it was pretty funny.
chuckle chuckle.
hardy har...
god i need to get a real job.
it's getting more and more embarrassing when people i know come in...and i have to explain to them that i only work there cuz i'm still in school...and most professional places wont hire you if you cant come in 3 days of the week...but they usually seem to understand...seem to. but i still get embarrassed that i dont have a real job...a job doing something i enjoy...something i studied for...
*sigh*
oh well, better get some sleep. catch ya on the flip side.
~J
