Felocity

Car audio part 2: Okay, long story made short -- my mother went back and bitched up a storm and it turns out they installed the speakers wrong. The fixed them and it was a totally different group there at Circuit City. I still stand by not reccomending them. Now, onto other things.

Today was quite simply hell. I have no other word to describe this lovely Thursday at Target. Let me start by saying I walked in and got lectured by Gabriel (my manager) the second I set foot in the store. He said I was late because the store was already open, but when I went to the time clock (the one piece of time that matters) it read 7:59 and I was to clock on at 8. No, I was on time, they just opened the store early. Strike one. So I hurried back behind guest service and began doing returns for guests that were standing in line. Things go smoothly for about 3 minutes and then a guest tells me that the Registry Kiosk is down. Target promotes the "Club Wedd" and "Lulaby Club" gift registries, which are nothing more than two over-glorified computers with a touch screen. So anyway, in less than 5 minutes, both of the archaic computers are down. I finish off the returns line, and go over there to look at the problem. I asked Gabriel and he said someone was suppose to call Client Support and put in a trouble ticket so that someone would come in to fix it. Having doubts in my mind, I picked up the phone and called. It was no surprise that nobody had ever called. So I spent the next hour and a half helping with returns and fixing the printers. Strikes two and three. I got one of them online, and locked the other one down so that it couldn't be used, and went back to doing returns. By then, Kathy had come back to help with the growing line behind Guest Service, and I was rather thankful for the help. …

Wheee, a day off! Not the "we messed up the schedule so you don't have to come in" day off, but a real scheduled day off where I didn't have to explain myself to the Leader on Duty or anything. Makes for a pretty nice day. It is nearing midnight here, so I may as well set to work on talking about my day. Hopefully it won't put anyone who reads this to sleep.

I went to bed last night at about 2:30 in the morning. You could easily blame it on the book I was reading. I finally forced myself to set it down and I fell asleep. Only to be woken 6 hours later by someone calling at 8:30 in the morning. It jarred me out of sleep, but I managed to roll back over to doze. Only to be woken up again at 9:30. This time I snatched up the phone and could hardly form the words "Hello?" "Hey Jakob, it's Carrie." "Oh," I replied in an almost dreamy state. "How are you?" I could tell Carrie was smirking and enjoying having rustled me out of bed at this hour of the morning. "I'm fine. Did I wake you up?" "Yeah, you did, but someone called ealier, like at 8:30." "It was more like 8:40." I managed to control my sudden urge to scream as I responded calmly, "I was asleep then, you called and woke me up." I paused then, letting it sink in before I continued. "You then call again, an hour later, and proceed to wake me up once more." "Yeah, anyway, I want to go to Best Buy, you up for picking me up in thirty minutes?" "Sure," I said with a sigh of resignation and defeat. "See you then." …