Um... lessee here...
1) Happy 19th birthday to me. As December 31
st was, indeed, my birthday. Hm. Nineteen years old. Hmm... doesn't feel much different than being 18, huh.
Well... for a birthday present, you could help me get a free iPod!
www.freeiPods.com/default.aspx…
2) Wow. 2005. Man, that was quick. Hm... 2004 was alright. I got nothing against it, but now it's over. Time to move on, huh.
3) I no longer have a job. As my job at Kmart was only seasonal. And they didn't have it in the budget to keep the seasonal people, huh. Oh, well. At least now I have a positive work reference, which may make it easier for me to get another job, huh. Though, to be honest, I'm glad it's over.
Why is that? Due to the fact I was switched over to a different position. Yeah, the took me off of the register, and put me in what they called "exit monitoring." What it is: I check customer's receipts as they leave (Yes, just like Costco, Sam's Club, Fry's Electronics, etc.). Good Lord, I hated that job. It was so simple, it was boring me TO DEATH. Perhaps others would like to have such a simple-minded job (really, no skill is required to do this job!), but I like something that actually challenges me a bit. Something that requires SOME skill. That's why I liked being a cashier. I had to take training for that.
That's another thing, I wasn't really told HOW to be an exit monitor. I thought I was supposed to look down the receipt and make sure all the items are there in the basket, and nothing more. But I guess not, because the loss prevention (aka security) manager was telling me I was taking too long. Well, buh. So, from then on, I just took a quick glance at the receipt and the basket. At least it would get these jerk customers out faster.
That's another thing I hated about that job: A lot of customers were rude to me about it. Several people got angry at me, and said they'd never come back to Kmart (Good! I don't have to see your ugly face again!). Some people told me this was illegal (If that's so, then Costco should have been in legal troubles for years, ever since they still used to be called Price Club!). And one guy had the nerve to call me "dick." How rude. I think it was Randall from
Clerks who put it best: "This job would be great, if it weren't for the customers." Truer words have never been spoken.
Oh, well. It's over with, and I'm glad.
Um... I guess that's about all I got on my mind. So, good day, and don't do drug! I mean, drugs!