{"id":181,"date":"2004-10-09T02:59:00","date_gmt":"2004-10-09T02:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/?p=181"},"modified":"2004-10-09T02:59:00","modified_gmt":"2004-10-09T02:59:00","slug":"181","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/uncategorized\/181\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>[We&#8217;re the workers of the world]<\/b><br \/>\n<br \/>OK, I have to get out of Dillard&#8217;s soon. It&#8217;s a drain on my livelihood. And it&#8217;s not just that my weekends are held completely captive that bothers me. It&#8217;s the atmosphere in that place that really irks me. There is a major negative vibe that permeates the whole store. Management seems to stack the cards against the employees whenever they can. They give you a certain amount of sales you&#8217;re required to make per hour, jack it up each month and way up during the holidays, and then dock your pay if you don&#8217;t meet that amount. And to make sure you&#8217;re not meeting your SPH (sales per hour), they staff so many people that it&#8217;s hard to get time at the register, which is how you make your SPH, which is how you keep your pay rate. Plus, I work with some people who will not share their terminal, even if I have been helping customers and cleaning up and putting up stock and working my ass off. And it seems like every time I come in, there is so much shit to clean up (in the girls&#8217; department, at least) and I am the only one who will do it. So even if I&#8217;m busting my ass, it doesn&#8217;t matter unless I ring people up. And you better believe that some of the old biddies I work with are vultures, and will follow people around until they&#8217;re ready to check out &#8212; even if <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">I&#8217;ve<\/span> been helping the people out. It&#8217;s so silly.<\/p>\n<p>I think the worst thing is when the store is completely dead &#8212; which is has been the past few times I&#8217;ve worked. Even if there is not a single soul in the store, I&#8217;m still expected to sell $60 worth of stuff an hour. How, exactly, does that work?<\/p>\n<p>The <a href=\"http:\/\/www.dnj.com\/\">DNJ<\/a> is advertising for a part-time designer. Should I go for it?<\/p>\n<p>+++<br \/>\n<br \/>I missed the debate tonight, but I made it home in time to catch the post-post-post shows that will likely continue until December. How did it go?<\/p>\n<p>On a related tangent, Karen Hughes is a crazy, lying jerkface. Is she for real?<\/p>\n<p>+++<br \/>\n<br \/>My friend Tamara and her boyfriend, Dan, whom I&#8217;ve never met, are coming to hang out tomorrow night. I feel the need to clean the apartment, provide healthy snacks, and lose about 30 pounds. I haven&#8217;t seen her in more than a year. She just moved to Nashville from Buffalo, New York, and is working at the Dillard&#8217;s in Hickory Hollow. Dan works at a Circle K. Before Chrissy got her new job at BMI, she worked at Dillard&#8217;s and Billy worked at a gas station. Weird, huh? There must be something about people willing to work at Dillard&#8217;s and people willing to work at gas stations that makes for hot romance.<br \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[We&#8217;re the workers of the world] OK, I have to get out of Dillard&#8217;s soon. It&#8217;s a drain on my livelihood. And it&#8217;s not just that my weekends are held completely captive that bothers me. It&#8217;s the atmosphere in that place that really irks me. There is a major negative vibe that permeates the whole store. Management seems to stack the cards against the employees whenever they can. 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