Work…

Don’t get me wrong I love my job, but some days it is frustrating. I haven’t had a real raise in almost three years and I figure I am at the bottom end of the totem pole rate wise even though I’ve been with the company for eight straight years (13 full years and 14 since I actually started there the first time.). I don’t want to complain because I have read the memos and the letters that have gone out to staff but dont’ they understand that we need money as badly as the company. I would think that by now my retail and cash rate would at least match each other. Any who I didn’t come her to whine about my payrate…

I busted my tail today. I hit every ounce of everything that we went over in the meeting on Wednesday and for what? I hit my numbers huge and it wasn’t noticed by the manager who matters. I love Sunday opens as frustrating as they can be. Today Anthony shocked me by having all of the opening duties he could done which made things a lot easier for me to work with. The cooler is not one of my favorite tasks and he had it done. My first hour was big but not huge; it was more than I figured I would get; I sold my first sock monkey this hour and that had me laughing so hard it carried me into the second hour which I sold enough merchandise to make my third hour before it came. This was the hour with the lady who had a brand new two week old grandson she was shopping for and had her merchandise shipped to her home so she could continue on her trip.

The third hour was my personal favorite when I sold a quilt and a sham which was my biggest Sunday morning sale to date. If we would have had the second sham she would have taken that as well. I was so glad that we convinced her to take it when she did. I also had some smaller sales this hour but it was a three digit hour which is awesome for a Sunday morning before ten. It was when we got people in that things went down hill. Still I left with a pretty decent percent at the end of my shift and my sales were so high that my sales per guest were almost twice what they were supposed to be.

When I went to check out I could hear Mandee on the phone but I knew I needed to get out to keep the hours solvent on our end. I went to her door which was open and she took the sales sheet and waved me on. I went and checked out officially with a restaurant manager but I don’t know if that was enough. I feel like a failure despite the good start to that shift today. There is a huge reason for that…

Sadly before I left I got confused in my head filling out the numbers for the sales and Shirley stopped me to see what I had done after I was off of the clock… it was something that would have been double checked anyway so it shouldn’t have been a big deal but it gave my boss the wrong impression I think. So frustrating to leave the store like that. I don’t expect a pat on the back for doing my job but I wish it would have been acknowledged… I worked hard to get where I was today 🙁 Sorry just venting where it is apporpriate…