Good intentions

...pave the road to hell.
Had intended on getting in early and moving stuff in the store...like eight early. Well...elevenses was what happened. Got done what needed done. Not happy with the back end of the store...but oh well.
Joyce...the store manager...asked me yesterday if I had looked at my pay stub.
Me: We got paid this week?
Bob looks at that stuff...so I don't pay attention.
Her: You're gonna be surprised. It's big. The bonus was big.
Me: I don't think so. It'll be nice...but you're on a different scale.
She doesn't think so. She has told me that she thinks she's not getting the same bonus as the other managers...not on the same scale.

Next she brings it up I'm gonna have to remind that in certain cities I'd be making minimum wage.
Really?
Really.
My job description is the same as her job description.
Quite frankly...when she got promoted...Joyce knew shit from shinola how the store worked...the everyday stuff. She was never made to learn because I was the grunt that got that stuff done. 
The person who hired me...I adored her. She was a mentor.
Somehow that went haywire.
She became incredibly mean to me. Never knew what I did...but apparently something.
Don't know where I'm going with this.
Do know I am worth a hell of a lot more than this company pays me.

I was a Ninja...

...in moving stuff.
It looks good...but it also created a mess that I have to go fix tomorrow. It's like home...you clean one room up...but the stuff shifts to another room.
Really wonder how the new DM is perceiving our scheduling. Joyce is scheduled off til Tuesday. I'm off the next week. So...a Saturday without management...sales leads...and they are brilliant. We're covered.
If I were Amy...I would be asking why isn't a manager in the store?
I didn't ask for the next week off...grateful for it.
If Joyce is js not feeling behind the eight ball...she's stupid.
The crapspeak she got by with Linda ain't gonna work with Amy.
I'm still recovering from lunch with Amy.
When we sat down...I was almost hyperventilating. Thinking "Don't let me come across stupid."
In forty five minutes Amy knew more about me than Linda knew bout me in the eleven years I knew her.
I always felt stupid around Linda. For whatever reason, she dismissed me.
Oh well.The medal  I wear...Shakespeare qoute..."though she be but little...she is fierce."

The times they are a changin'...

...and I think for the better.

There was rearranging in the company towards the beginning of the year...redistricting. The Columbus stores are now aligned with the Cleveland/Pittsburgh stores. We...meaning the Columbus stores...are now in the playing field with the Big Girls. We are now in a market with stores that have $60,000 weekly plans...and those stores make those numbers.
In the rearrangement...people lost their jobs. The DM for our market was one of them.
So...we have a new District Manager.
The first time she came into our store...I was embarrassed. We were busy. Stuff piled high on the counters from returns. We were shorthanded...store was tossed beyond belief...and our numbers were sucking big time...huge return percentage. It felt like your parents showing up unannounced ...sink full of dirty dishes...laundry overflowing the hamper...everything wonky.
The look of the store has been...I don't know what word to use...evolved...passed...dumped...to my hands.  I do love doing stage set. It's like like doing the New York Times crossword. There's a clue that bingo's five other words. It all falls into place...or you use the iPad for help.
At Stage Set...I'm the iPad. I'm good with that.
I'm not good with how I respond.
I know there are times I get short with people and give half assed explanations. I hate that. It's because I know there's a section that I was supposed to do that is way behind.
There were two ladies who were the bomb at stage set. A gobsmacking thing...both of them said to me "You taught me how to do this." Really?

So...
She...DM..will probably be in our store tomorrow.
Her MO is make things better.
 Joyce...our SM...is in for a long day.

Okay...

it seems seems that some people do read this little missive.Let me know your thoughts.

Maybe I'm getting old...

...but I don't want to think so.
Have a store move coming up that's gonna be a booger. Not enough staff ... know it's gonna hurt...have to deal.
This store move stuff is taking a toll on me.
I usually do the windows. Flip those girls who are a third taller than me off their stands...pants off...new pants on...up on their stands. Continue to adorn. Six times for the windows...other girls on the floor.
I can do this! Yeah!
Yeah...I can do this but I probably shouldn't be doing this.
I'm wiped out for two days after.
Still have to work.
There has to be a better way of doing this. I want to learn what it is.
Cause I don't feel we're doing it right!

Things sneak up...

...you're in a moment. Remembering...what you forgot to say...what you wanted to say.

Last time I saw my Dad...the LAST time I saw him. When Mum and I entered his room..he said "Hello Cyndy." 
I hope he was proud of me.

I try to carry on his legacy of integrity.

Last time I saw him...in hospital.  DaddyBear was so tired. Rubbed the space between his eyebrows...just like I did with Cory...to help him sleep.

Life is Eternal...

...love is immortal. Lyrics from a Carly Simon song that has been playing in my head since my Dad has been gone.