The remodeling of the fashion department is now basically done, thankfully. There weren't enough volunteers from our store to get the job done so reinforcements were called in. We got five workers from two neighbouring Walmarts. Initially there was some rivalry between the factions about which Walmart was the best but after an hour or so we remembered that we all hated all Walmarts equally. Our supervisor is a manager from another store. He doesn't know much about fashion or about what we're supposed to be doing but he did buy us doughnuts.
With limited leadership and little ambition, we had quite a bit of down time the first couple of days, during which time incriminating photos of me literally sleeping on the job were taken. Hopefully they won't end up on the internet. Today was spent undoing everything we did in the first two nights and redoing it the right way. My eyes still hurt from looking at tiny numbers and matching up 10-digit codes. In the spirit of the night, I have summed up my evening in a series of numbers.
- Minutes spent in the walk-in freezer just for the sweet relief from the nagging heat: 11
- Minutes spent deciding what toppings to get on our pizza (which we charged to the store): 30.
- Number of hammers I took from the hardware department and subsequently broke trying to beat metal clothing racks into submission: 2.
- Number of times the crazy old lady who works nights in the fashion department told me I was doing things wrong: at least 50.
- Number of times I had to listen to Enrique Iglesias's Ping Pong Song: about 35.
Tomorrow is my last shift on overnights and I will miss it dearly. The noise and chaos of the days may overwhelm me after the peace and freedom of the nights. The absence of customers alone made these two weeks worthwhile. It was nice to be able to do a job and not have my work immediately destroyed. Trying to keep ladies wear organized in a store full of customers is like trying to do a banana flavoured jigsaw puzzle in a cage full of monkeys. I return to the zoo on Saturday.
