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Atwoods can suck my metaphorical dick. I was at work from 8:30 am - 6:41 pm and I CALL BULLSHIT. Because, except for my lunch, that WHOLE TIME was on my feet, at the service desk, dealing with a 60/40 mix of idiots/rational humans and resisting the urge to scream*. Thumbs down, do not want, and it was UNNECESSARY. He could have scheduled someone else who could run the service desk and he just chose not to! Including me, we only had three cashiers; we had to pull three girls off the floor and throw them on registers**. The store ran $29,000 today; $12,245 was through my line.
I AM OUT OF SPOONS.
*Someday, there is a big post coming about There Are Four Jokes About Counterfeiting Money, And We Have Heard Them Already: A What-Not-To-Do Guide For Customers.
**Gendered job roles: another of Atwoods's lovely traditions. All female sales associates learn to run a cash register and all male sales associates learn to perform customer load-outs. Girls may perform load-outs, but boys never have to run registers (okay, our male assistant manager can, and will, but he is the only one out of, like, 12).
I AM OUT OF SPOONS.
*Someday, there is a big post coming about There Are Four Jokes About Counterfeiting Money, And We Have Heard Them Already: A What-Not-To-Do Guide For Customers.
**Gendered job roles: another of Atwoods's lovely traditions. All female sales associates learn to run a cash register and all male sales associates learn to perform customer load-outs. Girls may perform load-outs, but boys never have to run registers (okay, our male assistant manager can, and will, but he is the only one out of, like, 12).
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