cassildra: Professor Farnsworthy saying "Brains? I told you not to use those things!" (futurama: don't use brains)
Benet: that's pretty good. Do people actually staple envelopes a lot?
Nicki: There's one Financial Advisor who does it all. the. time.
Nicki: I'm looking at you, [name redacted]
Benet: LOL
Nicki: Seriously
Nicki: I had to ask my boss to ask [name redacted] not to tape his envelopes shut.
Benet: heh.
Nicki: He'd make sure to get EVERY CORNER of EVERY POSSIBLE OPENING and I was like :|
Benet: LOL
Benet: maybe he had a bad experience?
Nicki: dude
Nicki: PTSD does NOT APPLY TO OFFICE SUPPLIES
Benet: maybe?
Benet: what about papercuts?
Nicki: I get cut on paperstock ALL THE TIME, and I haven't gotten traumatized yet!
Benet: well, ok.
Benet: but I do think that sending an important piece of mail and having it come open in transit would probably leave you taping pretty assiduously for awhile
Nicki: well, okay.
Nicki: but.
Nicki: when you have the sealytabs that you wind string around, those are pretty good at preventing random openings
Benet: hmm, true.
Nicki: if one comes OFF, I can see taping an envelope closed.
Nicki: But that happens pretty rarely
Benet: fair.
Nicki: I am not anti-tape. I go through about a roll of scotch tape a week.
Nicki: I am anti stupid taping.
Nicki: and anti stupid stapling.
Benet: makes sense
Benet: I'm kinda punchy so the phrase "anti stupid stapling" is somehow making me laugh
Nicki: This whole conversation is making me laugh and probably will be going on DW, if you don't mind
Benet: no that's fine.
Nicki: ossim.
cassildra: Professor Farnsworthy saying "Brains? I told you not to use those things!" (futurama: don't use brains)
1. Print address labels for packages, or give me the name and mail stop of the recipient. I'm not psychic, and I will chase you down if you forget, wasting your time and mine.

2. Don't tape interoffice mail envelopes shut. I can assure you, no one in the mail department has the time, energy, or desire to unwind the string on the tabs, pull out the financial information inside, photocopy it, and then return it to the envelope, painstakingly winding that little string around those tabs.

3. There is a special place in Hell for those people who staple envelopes shut. Next time I cut myself on an envelope, I am going to (think about) sending a nastygram your direction, explaining in excruciating detail what happened, where the cut is, how deep it is, and how many bandages it took to make the damn thing stop bleeding.

4. For the love of whatever god/dess you worship, don't fax your client's information to us. It sits on the printer for hours. It's also really hard to read faxed documents. Don't do it.

5. I cannot answer your questions about the software we use. Yes, I've been here since the beginning of February and have seen many financial advisers in training go through, but I can assure you, I'm only doing the easy data entry. If you want good answers, go to one of the official employees, or better yet, our boss.

6. Don't approve a plan after 4pm and expect it to be FedEx'd overnight. I'm good at binding reports quickly, but when the FedEx deadline is 4:30 and I have ten plans ahead of yours to get out by then, you're asking the impossible.

7. I don't check the printer. I don't know when the financial planning employees print plans, and I am too busy and work too far from the printer to check it on a regular schedule. If you want plans bound and sent out, you need to bring them to me. (See #1.)

8. Don't begrudge my break. I work as hard as you guys do, sometimes through lunch, and my scratch-off lottery ticket takes me ten minutes a day, and if I win, I tend to buy candy and stuff for my coworkers. Don't give me death glares as you walk by. (Besides, those of you giving me death glares aren't even in my department, ffs!)

9. I'm a jumpy person. It's my nature. I'm also aware of the tendency and used to jumping when someone is behind me. Don't apologize for it every day. I know you're trying to be nice, but really, it's fine.

10. Stapling envelopes is bad. Separating and stapling statements and questionnaires together is good.

10a. Sending full statements is good--I can't enter information that isn't there.
cassildra: A silver pegasus on a purple shield. (hometown: i heart pittsburgh)
Today, while on the job hunt, I found a listing at the Jewish Community Center of Greater Pittsburgh. I had most of the qualifications, so I applied (with [livejournal.com profile] brianarn help on my cover letter! Woot!) and thought nothing else of it--it usually takes a bit for companies to get back to you. It took less than an hour for someone to call back about my availability. The lady who called said that someone would call in a couple of days. Admitedly, she kind of mumbled so I'm not sure if I caught everything, but I'm hoping that this goes through. I'm not pinning my hopes on it, but here's hoping!
cassildra: A silver pegasus on a purple shield. (Default)
I am no longer employed at Target.

It's kind of a shock, but eh, it's probably for the best anyway. I didn't really like the job anyway. I still have AFMBE, so I can terrorize my players with zombies.
cassildra: A silver pegasus on a purple shield. (futurama: awful dream)
I came to a conclusion last week that troubles me. I hate my job. I've never hated a job this much, this quickly. Even at the end, when I was fighting with whats-her-name at the library, I wouldn't actively dread going into work this much. I was calling off a lot, sure, but I was also sick as hell with a migraine resurgence. (I actually kind of wonder if those were more tension headaches than migraines, but I can't think back to the exact symptoms I was having.)

I bring this up because I find myself bitching about work to my friends a lot. I actively dread going in. I won't call off unless I have to--last Friday being proof of that, with me going in and then going home due to migraine, but with staying at work Saturday despite becoming massively dehydrated since I could still perform my duties--but when I have to work, I am awfully cranky about it.

I don't like that I don't like my job. I've never hated a job this much before. I feel like I've failed someone, somehow, because I don't give a crap about how the store looks. Most of my coworkers are nice enough, and I've made some friends. I just cannot stand that store.

I am sure that talking about this with my therapist will help. I just don't know why I feel like this. I don't normally hate jobs. I don't understand why I hold myself up to such a high standard when I know I cannot reach those goals. It just sets me up for disappointment. (For the record, my college dreams and my desire to be a librarian aren't what I'm talking about. I mean the stuff like never hating jobs. That's unrealistic, and yet I am angry at myself because I don't omg love my job.)

At least with switching my shifts around this week, I work tonight and then I'm off until Friday and Saturday. Next week I work four days in a row (at least!), which will suck so hard, but... *shrug* if I can keep securing these Sunday-Monday free weeks, I really shouldn't complain. :/ In this economy, it's a job, you know? I can't just live off my disability. I've tried.

I'm gonna go kill some pixels, or work on some origami, or something. I've got a few minutes before work, and stress relief is a good idea.

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cassildra: A silver pegasus on a purple shield. (Default)
Last night was pretty good. It was your typical "first night working retail", so I came home and was pretty miserable from sore and stress, but the environment's kind of fun and my coworkers are nice. One's a bit... you know, chatty, and likes to complain, but she's still competent and very nice.

I certainly don't want to end up working there as a career move, but (at least once I get used to being on my feet like that again!) I think I can handle staying here for a while. All of the crappy things about dealing with people are coming back, of course, but having people to snark with is exceedingly helpful. The woman training me is fun and has a great sense of humor.

I'm still debating on whether or not I want to get one of the Target check cards or a REDcard. I'll likely try to get one or the other, because I really do hate carrying cash. Any suggestions, current or former Target employees? I think I'm more eligible for the check card, 'cause I have NO credit at all. I'd rather not get a crappy high-interest-high-annual-rate card if I can help it.

I am going to find a book to read. I'm almost done with that meditation book, and it's pretty interesting. I really recommend anyone who's interested in that kind of thing to look up "The Complete Idiot's Guide To Meditation".

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