I’m still not sure who exactly is putting together the schedule at work, but I’m going to have to have a talk with them; they have me scheduled to pull Lot Duty, which I have not been trained on and do not have a driver’s license. It isn’t just this week; there’s another one scheduled in two weeks. I knew that the constant switch-ups between the varying departments and their managers would eventually hurt us, but I didn’t know it would be like this.
Halloween was low key, more or less. It wasn’t a lot of fun, either, but what can you do? Okay, it was the worst Halloween ever. But I survived. No, I’d rather not go into the details, either. But I digress.
Prime and I really don’t do much on holidays and we don’t get a lot of Trick-or-Treaters in our area, so there wasn’t a lot going on that night. No, we don’t hit any local haunted houses, either, before you ask. That’s just not Prime’s thing. It’s sorta my thing, depending on the situation.
Thursday wasn’t much better, as Wiesia decided to call in to work. Again. Yet again, I am left to wonder why she’s the one who got the full time position, as she calls in more often than not. I hate to say it, but she doesn’t strike me as the reliable type.
This weekend starts our holiday hours, which means my Costco is open until 19:00 on Saturday nights. Most of the time, we’ll be holding special shopping events for local businesses and such. We seemingly do this every year and it seems like every year, at least one member who isn’t part of whatever local business gets ridiculously pissed off at us when we have to turn them away. Were it up to me, I’d let them in but it isn’t and I can’t.
November already. Next month means Christmas and a new year. What the hell happened to the old one? It doesn’t feel like it should be November just yet; my brain is more or less still locked firmly in July. (Why July? I missed like 99% of that month, due to mourning.) Baseball season has long since ended yet I feel as though I should have the radio on, listening to Bob Uecker calling another Brewers win. It doesn’t feel like fall yet. At least, not mentally. The temperatures are another matter entirely.
For once, I almost look forward to Thanksgiving. This will be the third year in a row that I don’t have to work–thank you, Costco!–and Black Friday doesn’t mean I have to be in at a stupid early hour anymore. Honestly, with Amazon’s Prime Day, Black Friday seems to be losing its lustre and more and more retailers seem to be shifting the deals earlier anyway. A good number of Wal-Mart’s are on Thanksgiving. Costco runs specials during the entire month of November. Most retailers are doing something similar, along with Cyber Monday type pricing. Black Friday just isn’t as big a deal as it used to be even a few years ago. Not that I’m sad to see it go or anything.
Honestly, I’m becoming a bit more ambivalent towards Christmas. No, I don’t feel like celebrating it but I don’t hate it either. I’m just rather neutral towards the whole thing now. I guess being away from the cash registers and the general insanity of the front end has cooled my cynicism a little. I don’t have to deal with too many assholes at the door–there are a few, don’t get me wrong–so maybe that’s softened my stance a little.
Or it could also be that I don’t work in a dystopian hellhole anymore. That could also be a factor. Maybe.
You know, most people watch horror movies on Halloween to get a chill running down their spine. Me? I just watch the news. It’s a lot more terrifying than Texas Chain Saw Masscre, believe me.