Over it.

...so over Perry Ellis. SERIOUSLY.

The DM was in today and he talked to me like a child and had me waste precious fucking time on the most COUNTERPRODUCTIVE SHIT EVER. Here's what I did for two hours: I opened all the boxes of new product in the stockroom, closed them back up and sorted them into piles according to COLOR STORIES. WHAT THE FUCK.

Ya know, sir, if you'd just let us spend a measly $100 on a couple of new rolling racks, I could have had all that shit sensored and sorted according to color story so you could put it all out tomorrow morning, okay?

By the way, somehow we're expected to not exceed $100 a month in supplies for the store. HUMMMM.

Besides, there are only, what,threefucking color stories in the entire store. What the FUCK did I do all that for? He can't even put it out in the morning because none of it is even processed!

I hate people who (according to Rene, who I love dearly after tonight and am super sad to see her go in two weeks) work in UPPER corporate retail management who have never worked in a goddamn store in their life and just order people around without knowing what the fuck they're doing. HATEIT. He couldn't even build jetrails to procedure.

Yeah. Gonna leave. Plus the second I got in there, Kris was beyond frazzled 'cause Steve was there and she hadn't had her break yet.

THERE IS NOTHING TO BE STRESSED ABOUT IN THAT GODDAMN STORE. Me worrying about the stress levels of co-workers is actually stressingmeout. SO BAD.

Going into Guess tomorrow to see what's up. FUCK.

Anyhow. The rest of my shift was spent helping Rene with her assignment from Steve and closing the store. All of which took like an hour and a half. Then I did a couple boxes and rest of the time we pretty much stood around and made noises at each other. HEH.

Yep. Really don't care for the place. Check, please.