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it's hard being in charge

the past week at the store has been a lot of work. every second i'm there i'm like accountable for everything that goes on --- everything that everyone does --- if work gets done or not. it's exhausting. being responsible takes like four times the energy of being told what to do. and there are other energy sucks too. Here they are:

the first big glitch is that of all the people i work with at one time, none of the others is completely 100% confident on the cash register, and they are likely to panic if any little thing goes screwy. like, if someone has to return something and, like, i dunno, bought it with a discount, only mommy can come and make everything right. so i don't feel comfortable taking a break for very long, and if i do i say "i'm just going to be sitting RIGHT OUTSIDE here, and you come and get me if you have ANY PROBLEMS, okay?" i wouldn't get any food at all if dan didn't stop by the store every day to bring me lunch. the sweety.

The second problem is that there are all together too many things to do in one day for any one particular floor supervisor. like, there's the floor to supervise, and cash to ring in, and irate customers to sedate, but then there's also the petty cash to balance, and the monthly goal to tally, and phone orders to package, all stuff that should happen in some sort of back office, if only we had one. but we don't, so all this crap is spread on the cash desk all day long. and i'm like "what is all this crap?" and i'm thinking of dumb slogans to remind us to keep the damn place clean like "the cash desk is the customer's portal to lululemon's financial face."

Also, i find that being all responsible makes me mad at those people (will name no names) working with me who are less than responsible. we had some drama yesterday with an employee who i sent to run a 15 minute errand, and he took an hour an a half before he came back. dood, what gives? don't be playin me like that. hey all, check out my rightious indignation.

okay, enough of work. at least there's dan here to take care of me and be tremendously loving and supportive and listeny when i complain and complain and complain.....

on the good news front, i got new boxing gloves!!! they rock. i'm going to be the kickboxing queen before you know it!

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