I have begun referring to the fitting room as "The Hole". I'm not sure everyone at my work appreciates that, but all the girls who work in the FR seem to think it's a "fitting" name. (<--Didn't even mean to do that. Haha, I kill myself!)
Seriously, though, sometimes back there I want to hang myself with a hanger, just to pass the time and relieve the misery of standing back there all by myself.
|My view from The Hole|
I definitely didn't appreciate the morning shift while I had it. Husband's job has changed (yes, again), so he has been in training 8a-4p, which has left me with very few daycare options. (Thanks Jenny, Natalie, Andrew and Jon!) Now that I've used up my family, I've decided I have to go back to the night shift so Husband can take care of the kids while I'm at work. (We also share a car, so that will help with that, too.) When I started this whole working thing, I worked the evening shift, which includes closing the store.
Switching to the morning shift gave me anxiety, but after the very first day of clocking out at 2 PM, I was hooked. I also discovered that the morning shift had a lot more fun! Shipment comes every weekday morning, so I got to help shelve the merchandise and chat with the stock team. The day time customer service girl is downright hilarious, and I get to listen to her over the head set, so even when there aren't any customers, I'm not too bored.
Well let me tell you what. The night shift is B-O-R-I-N-G. Tuesday night I worked five hours (5-10pm) and I counted how many customers I received in that time.
FIVE. 5 customers in 5 hours, people!
And the head set? Boring as all hell. Not one word was spoken all night long between employees over that thing.
Tonight I go back to the Hole. Five hours is a very long time with no one to talk to.
I am open to entertainment suggestions. Ready, set, go!