I’m sure anyone who’s been through Inventory time at their store will understand. Making sure everything is where it’s supposed to be, pulling out defectives and reshop and SUUUPER zoning every aisle. My eyes hurt and I’ve picked up a bit of dyslexia from reading all the little numbers on the shelf tags for the past three days. I’m so happy it’s all over with and that when I walk in tomorrow for my shift, the store will be pretty, for a short while anyway. (Although, I must say, our deodorant display was absolutely FLAWLESS when I left today, I only spent two hours cleaning it up. Sadly, I know it’s going to be destroyed tomorrow.) My job would be so much easier if it wheren’t for all those fucking customers…
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I really don’t understand how my manager thinks I’m meant to function when this happens, I won’t get out of the store until about 9:30pm that night, getting home at very close to 10pm. Within that time I’ve got to shower and eat, so I usually won’t get to bed by 11. Then I have to be at work by 6:30 to open the store, which means waking up at about 5-5:30, getting just over 6 hours sleep. Nothing infuriates me more. Not to mention it ruins my weekend.
EVERY FUCKING TIME](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m03ycd7uKo1qm3qzeo1_400.jpg)
