I Really Wonder...

...if I'm getting too old for the physicalities of my job. I moved merchandise and racks from Sunday through Wednesday. The Thursday before I moved MANY boxes of supplies that averaged 35 pounds each...I checked the labels because I thought I shouldn't be having this much trouble moving stuff. Yes...I should have had that much trouble. I just pulled out my calculator and I moved at least 15 boxes weighing an average of 35 pounds which means I moved around 525 pounds of stuff.

...and I wonder why I hurt and don't want to move on my days off.

I know jazz hands and a tap dance...

...and don't appreciate when they are used at work to sell me a bill of goods.

The bill of goods? "You're so good at visual, I don't want to take that away from you. I believe in letting people do what they are good at." Fine and good...well and true...but this week I felt dumped on.

Tired of feeling that how the store looks is my responsibility. I do take that challenge on...and what pisses me off is that is no backup. It's all about the money...what about me?

Let me explain. I know we are in the business of selling. The goal is to make money. I get that. The real goal is to make the customer feel great about herself and the above follows...at least in my mind.

If the store looks like crap, how can we expect a customer to feel good about herself? It says we don't care.

Pisses me off that making that big sale has superceded.