Wrong, Florence and the Machine. The Dog Days of Summer are just beginning. When I was a kid, I LOVED summer. No school, I got to sleep in and hang with friends all day. It was awesome. Now, I hate it. I hate hot weather. It probably has to do with the fact that my step-dad and mom don't have AC, which is a HUGE pisser. I wouldn't be so bitter toward it otherwise. It pisses me off, seriously. Like, that's the WORST part of living at home. I can handle my mom's mindless mumblings about some shit I don't care about. I can handle my sister being a self-centered brat. I canNOT handle living in a house that is hotter than it is outside. I've tried putting the AC in myself, but it was too heavy. Plus, I knew that my efforts would be a waste because as soon as he could, my step-dad would take it out. I can't even type about it anymore because it makes me so effing mad.
Let's talk about something happier. I talked to Elizabeth earlier in the week about what she wants me to do with the department and how she would like me to run it. I came up with a loyalty incentive (which I don't think is going as well as it could, sadly). Elizabeth agreed to give a $5 gift card to either Macy's, Caribou, or Target to anyone that met their loyalty goal for the week. As far as I know, I am the only one that did it. One other associate may have, I have to double check with her. I also get to "zone" in the department. Basically, assign tasks to associates during their shifts. It's really fun. Kind of a lot of work because I have to make sure there isn't double coverage in an area and I have to make sure that someone is near the wrap stand for customers. But, it's fun. I am really enjoying it. I like having more responsibility and I like feeling like a business partner with Elizabeth. I feel more like her equal than anything else. I feel like that assistant manager position is pretty much locked down this holiday season, barring any major setbacks. That will open the doors for so many other things that I am really excited about. :)
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