overheard

"Hey Jenn," one of the mangers called me back to the contractors desk.

"What's up?"

"Did you see a black hoe back here Friday?"

The backstory was that it was something for a will call. I don't remember it being there, and we're short one in the inventory. Don't know if it ever turned up or just written off.

But after I denied knowledge of said garden tool, I couldn't think of the irony of the question in the wake of the Imus incident.

time to go

I just got my biggest reason yesterday why I need to leave the hardware store sooner than later:

I was sitting back at the contractors desk, going through the next upcoming sale with the inventory manger and "guy to replace me". So I was giving my ideas on the non-stock sale items and endcap setups when a couple college students came up. I smiled and asked if I could help them.

"Are you a manager?"

"Err, no," I turn my head and motioned to the inventory manger "But he is."

The dysfunctionality of the upper management would put me in an akward situtation. I know that if I stayed, I could be a manager. But there's "tiers" to the management, and I'd be lower management. Then officially stuck between the dysfuctional upper managment and the sales people that hate the decisions.

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But I got one of the upper managers good Friday. He has this habit of poking all the girl employees. I don't get too offended by it since he's an equal opportunity poker. But on Friday, it was windy which dried the air out a lot. I began to shock everything I touched. So when pokey-manager came by to get his jab in, he got a pretty good shock himself in the process.

So when someone asked him what freaked him out, he said "I just got shocked when I touched...."

"Something that's not yours," I finished and walked away.