Working at the Patch.

So recently I have decided with how much I rant to people about work that I would rant on my blog.

As some of you may know I quit my job at GymBoring (Gymboree).

They weren't giving enough hours at all. 

I went out on my quest for jobs because of Phil, he was sick of seeing me getting no hours and complaining all day to him. As a result, I went out and the day I go looking the manager of Pumpkin Patch gives me an interview the next day. If fear this will drag on I will say I got the job no problem.

Now I am working more hours and loving/disliking my job.

There are a few subjects I will address in this blog, ones that bother me, and ones that I find amazing.

Subject number one: Customers. 

Seriously there are two types, The ones I love...and the ones I can't stand. Here I go... If you have more then four kids and you bring them into my store, Please for the love of all things holy direct them to the TV because I do not want to be chasing after them while they continue to run and throw clothes everywhere. Also if you are a customer looking for clothes for your child and you drop all the shirts that I just hung on floor and you walk away, prepare for the wrath of my death stare. If I am selling to you for over 30 minutes please be kind and actually buy one thing. Please. Otherwise I might cry. And when I am asking for your email at the counter...give it to me, I don't care if you make it up but come on.  Next... Balloons, Never in my life have I known the power of a blue balloon with our logo. These bring in customers like not other. When I first started working I have never feared anything more then the helium tank. I didn't want to go near it and the other day when I was finally asked I had a mini panic attack. I had to watch my manager blow one up and then it was my turn. I took this job with full enthusiasm. Although when it came to me actually blowing it up, the sound that came from the balloon was like cats screeching  when they are in heat. Not pleasant and the kid who was waiting for the balloon was terrified. He looked like he was going to cry, I apologized but soon got the hang of blowing those little demons up. On my break I went out to the elevator and when I got in I saw one of our lonely balloons just riding it, Another person joined me and I was wearing my name tag, He asked if that balloon was from my store and I said no and walked out. Here's your sign random stranger... Wear it proudly. So if your child wants a balloon DO NOT take one from our display, we worked hard on those. So now my duty became the person who blows up balloons... I did not see that on the job description. hm. 

Let me just ask, why is it that when I am working, time seems to go by ever so slowly but then when it comes to my breaks I seem to sit down and boom... its over. I can't even enjoy my delicious peaches without worrying about running outta time. 

Enough about work... I am sick of talking about it really. 

But yet here is the gross thing, I can't think of anything else to blog about. 

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts. 

Random.

I will write more when I have something more interesting to say.