Worky work.

So PE kicks ass. With one exception. The stockroom is about the size of Doom's bedroom. I'm not exaggerating. There's no separate office, it's just BAM! Right there in the stockroom. I did, however, share some fancy ideas with Angel regarding how we're gonna tame that beast. So hopefully those ideas get implemented soonish.

Honestly, the store isn't even that bad. Each box of shipment has anywhere from 2-12 items in it (contrast that with the average item count in each box at Guess, which was anywhere from 2-110 and we got anywhere from 20-200 boxes EVERY WEEKDAY). We only get shipment 3-4 times a week with an average of 100 boxes a week. The only bitch is fitting the stuff out on the floor or backstocking it, 'cause the store isn't very big and the stockroom is even tinier and terribly disorganized because they didn't have a regular stock associate. We're gonna wrastle it into submission one of these weekends, though.

So yeah. Worked five hours processing shipment and putting it out. Their sensors are tiny and cute, but it's gonna take me a while to get into the swing of sensoring as quickly as I did at Guess with their hurkin' sensors. So therefore Angel and I only got about 20 boxes done today. But I was also being trained at the exact same time, so next time will be much better and I'm shooting for like 40-50.

Anyhow. I have the rest of the week off. Then it's back to work on Sunday morning for a store meeting at 8, off Monday, then working Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday with Friday and Saturday off. GLEE.

And what's really badass? This morning I discovered that I can pin the pink chunk of my hair underneath the rest of my hair and it doesn't even show. So I guess I won't have to get rid of it! Taking out my monroe sucks, though.

Well. Back to my book for another couple of hours.