So when I walked into work today, I was really nervous because I had screwed up a transaction on the register on Sunday and was sure I'd get yelled at or written up. Instead, I got promoted! And now I am...
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Dwight Schrute, Assistant to the Assistant Manager |
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Basically, even though it's the start of my second week and I'm still learning the ropes (hence my register screw-up) the managers have caught on that I seem competent and not sketchy so I guess that the mini-promotion is their way of congratulating me for not being a pain in their ass with the assumption that I will not become a pain in the ass in the future. I'm basically the "back-up" Assistant Manager- on the real Assistant Manager's days off I'm in charge of the floor, and I'm responsible for helping her open and close the shop each day. This also entails a slight raise which means- YAY- we might not starve here!! The only draw back is that I feel I might be stepping on some toes here- I'm the newest hire at the store and am now supposed to boss around my co-workers, some of whom have been at the store for a year or two. Guess I'll just have to be firm but nice and also avoid back alleys on my walk home from work.
In other news Matt and I actually went to a bar last night and had some drinks with Kevin, Captain Steve and his boat crew. The crew was really nice and had some awesome stories, one of which involved dealing with a grizzly bear who woke up while they were installing a tracking device up its butt. Alaska sure is fun. Tonight I'm off to another work event, a toga party at the lumberjack frat house (also known as the Jack Shack). Technically, not a work-sanctioned event but I'll be mingling with my co-workers. Heather is also coming along as she's befriended some of the 'jacks she met while instructing them at her zip-lining job. So hopefully that will be fun, but not too much fun because we have to work at 6:30am tomorrow. Woohoo!
-Bridget
In retail lingo, youR the ass to ass mgr (actually had someone put that on a resume once).
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