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Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts

Friday, May 01, 2009

I think

It went well. But I do know more than 5 2IC's applied for this job, and that I was the only 3IC with less than a year under her belt to apply.

I will get a call soon, hopefully.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

I was feeling lazy, so no exciting outfit for today

But remember that job I put in an expression in interest on?

I have an interview this THURSDAY AT 11:30!


I am freaking out. A lot.

I am having lunch with my manager tomorrow (my day off) so she can give me some tips on preparing for the interview, but I am still freaking out.

Wish me luck for Thursday.


Edit;

I just found out that two 2IC's have applied for the job. Unless I nail this interview, I am not likely to get it over them :-(

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Another one of those days...

First, some good news.

I faxed my expression of interest to the regional manager today. My manager said 'Oh, well, I have 2 months to make you hate me now, so we won't be sad when you leave"

She seems pretty confident I will get the job....


And my current position... It's mine for good if I want it. The chick who was on maternity leave has decided that she only wants 10 hours a week. So the 3IC position is mine for as long as I want it.


Now, credit card fraud is fucking real, and it's UGLY.

Mid January, I sold a 1/2 ct diamond engagement ring to a chick, and will all CC transactions over $500, I asked for photo ID. The card had been swiped through the machine, and I was waiting on photo ID (she didn't have any...) and the machine timed out, APPROVING the transaction! I was just about to hit "no" when it timed out!!

I know it wasn't my fault, and all that jazz, but I feel so fucking bad. I feel like *I* had something stolen from me, personally.

I will have to give a statement to the police in the next week or so, and hopefully they will catch the chick, but damm. That sucked.

But the rest of the day was pretty dammed good.

Monday, March 02, 2009

Dear Boss Lady

I deserve this job. I would fucking ROCK as 2IC of that store, and you would be puffing penguins not to promote me.

Love,
Me.




(Somehow I *don't* think I will submit that as my letter of application, but I will be submitting something tomorrow. Wish me luck)

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Gee, where have I been?

In short, around.

I have been super busy with work, and the promotion only meant more hours, so I have been at work more than at home these days.

Thankfully, I can get home, get out of my work ear, into my running gear, the kid gets on his bike and I can go for a run.

Its the only thing that's keeping me sane!


DH brought a *beautiful* ring for our 11th anniversary... But I am not allowed to wear it till the 13 of December. Dammit. So I will have to wait to show you that.

I have ordered in a really nice Casio G-Shock watch for him (from the cockpit series. Very classy, not the typical plastic looking G-Shock) for his present. It will be interesting to see if the G-Shocks are as indestructible as they claim. DH will put it to the test.

A couple of weeks ago, I had to go to a traning night for Casio. They fed us crap food, worse wine, sat us in a dark room, then sent us bowling. Well, after a couple of wines, I was feeling no pain, and couldn't bowl for shit. So I TOTALLY lost. With an amazing score of 23.

They called us back into the dark little room for what we thought was further training. But when we got there, they announced that one team had both the highest and lowest scores of the whole lot of us (there we about 60 of us, all from different stores, there)

It was our team. My manager had the highest, and I had the lowest. For that little bit of drunken humiliation, I won the boy child a blue G-Shock watch (just a basic watch, but still worth about $200)

So. Who said losers come last? LMAO!

Oh! And the monthly figures cam out yesterday... In the region, I had the 4th highest sales (out of roughtly 300 odd people) I am still a bit flored by that. Last moth I was # 49 and thought that was pretty awesome. Lets hope I haven't hit my peek.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Thanks ladies

I am still walking on air, and am still having trouble taking in that after only 8 short weeks with this company, I am 3IC of a fairly busy (small, but busy) store.

So to celebrate, I went out and brought myself a fab Guess handbag, and that pair of .50ct diamond hoop earrings I have been lusting after.

I deserve it, right?

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Guess who got a promotion today?

Guess who is the new 3IC??




WOOOO - HOOOO!!!


I could not have imagined that my little 10 hour a week job would turn into a full time 3IC position!!

I am pretty fucking excited about this. A pay rise, more hours and as soon as I have 6 months as 3IC I can apply for assistant manager jobs (although I love the store that I am at, and wouldn't want to move, but a 38k salary does tempt me)

Gosh. Good things do come to those who wait, huh?




*3IC is third in charge. Basically assistant manager lite.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Found the pants!

I tried everywhere short of Myers (I usually don't stress about spending money on good clothes, but navy isn't a colour I wear, so I didn't want to sink money into them if the job doesn't work out. And even if it does, I will be issued with a uniform after 3 months... Hence my reluctance to spend lots of $$$)

Anyway, I ended up getting them in of all places Susan Grey. In a wide leg, short length. Joy. The search is ovah.



Ok. Something that is bugging me (gee, nothing usually bugs ME)

My surgeon has a fantastic down to earth attitude. He is a real person. Not the usual surgeon type.

We agree on pretty much everything, and every time I go in to see him is is usually for a god natter on the latest studies, attitudes and other WLS and obesity crap.

So, there is this chick who sees the same surgeon, and she is forever saying "My surgeon says this" and "my surgeon says that" and it bugs the shit out of me. Have a fucking opinion of your own.

It happens that I agree with the man, but if I didn't... You get what I mean. I just can't stand it, because she is quoting him, and that isn't really what he says to me when I see him. It's odd. I think she hears what she wants to, and regurgitates the bits that sound good.

Meh. I wonder if her opinions / thoughts / comments will change when she is actually banded?

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

(SCREAMING LIKE A LOON)

I GOT IT!

I GOT IT!

I GOT IT!

I GOT IT!

I GOT IT!

I GOT IT!

I GOT IT!

I GOT IT!

I GOT IT!

I GOT IT!

I GOT IT!

I GOT IT!

I start Tuesday 12th of August!!

WooHoo!

I am employed! (again!)

I should know by this afternoon

If I got the job or not. Or if I am being considered for the job that is coming up in a couple of months.

Hopefully I get this one. I need to get out of the house. NOW.