tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post8488036450462352384..comments2023-12-27T03:20:28.496-05:00Comments on Sisters of a Different Order: Come Play Inside My Big Box: A day in the life of a retail managerSister Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15579850974867756364noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-49148243779150789262008-02-24T20:46:00.000-05:002008-02-24T20:46:00.000-05:00touche Jane, touchetouche Jane, toucheSister Sassyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15579850974867756364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-91509447151126997332008-02-24T20:25:00.000-05:002008-02-24T20:25:00.000-05:00I guess I should be more patient with you big box ...I guess I should be more patient with you big box people. I usually want to kill an employee before I leave. I can never find one though.Victoriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01624290716747211161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-5838114124843277242008-02-24T10:19:00.000-05:002008-02-24T10:19:00.000-05:00Geez--and I thought MY job was stressful! I hope y...Geez--and I thought MY job was stressful! I hope you've had a restful weekend before heading back into the fray...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-91927783865883061382008-02-23T20:52:00.000-05:002008-02-23T20:52:00.000-05:00Everybody gotta do what they gotta do. But remembe...Everybody gotta do what they gotta do. But remember God said that we should work but not overwork...Wade Huntsingerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00213121284531111966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-59919442501256503642008-02-23T17:05:00.000-05:002008-02-23T17:05:00.000-05:00Just 45 minutes of shopping at a Target makes me w...Just 45 minutes of shopping at a Target makes me want to scream. There's no way I could survive your day working there!<BR/><BR/>Blog Hoppin',<BR/>Balancing HopsAprilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12051174636017409935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-5140144925711499412008-02-23T14:37:00.000-05:002008-02-23T14:37:00.000-05:00Goodness! Just the 5 hours of sleep would kill me...Goodness! Just the 5 hours of sleep would kill me alone! So glad there are people like you out there who can fulfill these roles :)Momisodeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06752015177628948631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-83822952370406008312008-02-23T11:05:00.000-05:002008-02-23T11:05:00.000-05:00Saintseester - I understand totally, but it is a n...Saintseester - I understand totally, but it is a numbers game. If we ask 1,000 people then we get 5 apps. Thats it. And personally I don't agree with credit cards or pushing them on people, but its my job, and I have to do it. As a tip, tell the cashier right from the start of the transaction 'I'm not interested in a credit card' Anyone who says that, I'm sure won't be asked.<BR/>And yes finding people who will work hard and stay can be tough but you mostly make do with what you have and try to find the good people in the mix, train them, treat them well and promote them quickly. <BR/><BR/>Ashlee - How GREAT! And no - I've never yelled at anyone at work in my life. I've certainly had the urge, but never done it. I try to take a stern tone but never belittle people.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-36840721739041048282008-02-23T10:11:00.000-05:002008-02-23T10:11:00.000-05:00I'm so lucky that I don't actually work at a store...I'm so lucky that I don't actually work at a store ending with 'T'...like Target. The Kmart here is horrible and we don't have a Walmart. Anyway...I would be broke buying all of the new cute things. It would be very therapeutic after having a day like yours. I've been an assistant manager before, crappy shifts, doing the stuff nobody else wants to do. It's GREAT! Maybe you should ask Sassy to give you a back rub tonight...or better yet, rub your feet because of all the walking you do. :0)<BR/>And, um, AMEN! to Saintseester on the credit card thing. Every single time. Wow. I'm still going to say no. My friends there sometimes don't ask me because they've realized I won't ever give them the answer they're looking for, but the "others"...I don't yell at them either. I know for some it's an automatic. Their mean old assistant manager has yelled at them so much they say it for fear of the flickering light bulbs. :0)Ashleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-52870361345493140502008-02-23T09:25:00.000-05:002008-02-23T09:25:00.000-05:00Interesting peek into your life. My brother manage...Interesting peek into your life. My brother manages a smaller store. He always talks about finding good workers and hard it is to keep people. Do you have that same issue? <BR/><BR/>And, while I understand the credit card thing makes money for the company, I am so SICK of being asked every darn time I am at the store if I want a credit card. Really. Sick. I go there every week at least. I am good, though, I don't verbally abuse the cashier over it...saintseesterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05674271080347529416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-6104391712657718502008-02-23T08:37:00.000-05:002008-02-23T08:37:00.000-05:00JimmyEW HB beat me to the punch as I was posting a...JimmyEW HB beat me to the punch as I was posting at the Chapel. Anyway darling, you know I think the world of you and appreciate your hard work. <BR/><BR/>Just because I feel like I need to do some work doesn't mean that I think your job isn't hard or important. I just think my job is important too.<BR/><BR/>I'm going to put that on a character t-shirt and wear it around lol!Sister Sassyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15579850974867756364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245589515098482899.post-88419848275067073492008-02-23T08:28:00.000-05:002008-02-23T08:28:00.000-05:00Jimmy! Your days are crazy. Sassy ought to just ...Jimmy! Your days are crazy. Sassy ought to just let you rest when you walk in the door.<BR/><BR/>And can I just say...oh. ma. got. What is your title going to bring us from google searches. I'm skeert.Sister Honey Bunch/Judi maloneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00908382097406758687noreply@blogger.com