Runaway flamingo

We had an escaped Flamingo flying away from the zoo with TV crew following the zookeepers. They tracked it and it flew away a few times before trying to land on top of the fence where there is barbed wire, fell to the ground where it was restrained to be returned to the exhibit. The End.

Had a lovely morning in Men's with assisting with markdowns, he scanned and I stickered. He asked if I were to work in this section. No. Apparently, they have done different training techiques. Once training was a week, and then 30 days, and also 2 weeks, now it is 3 weeks. Then some watched videos before attending the salesfloor while others didn't view any at all, Now we see a video on shoplifting and safety and just the extra help so I don't learn much cause every department is different. Hence my frustration at hating this job so much. Once I get into my assigned department and learn where everything is, I'll like it better. Then the store manager had the brillant idea of making our sale signs red cuz people notice red. So now customers think anything with a red tag is on sale. Actually, the sale price sticker is not red.

Then after lunch I went to Kids to have the manager take a minute on what I should do. A couple asked if this is my section not realizing I'm still a trainee. They would love to have me. So would Men's and Housewares. Assessories and Juniors were too busy with marking sales than chatting with me, though they chat with each other. I did learn the Assessories people cover Juniors when nobody is assigned there and they hate it. The one girl is so bitchy how things should be done and where things go, when they are doing them a favor just being there and customers mess things up anyway. So anyway Kids. I followed the manager around learning the brands and her frustration of all the things they send her when she has no room, and everything must follow the plan the corporate office makes up for all the stores. She ordered a new round circle thing (I forget the word she used) to put hoodies on from the storage area. Then straighten shelf areas that are messes. Corporate is coming tomorrow so everything must be right. I put on shoes on dummies and in my quest for shoes I was told I picked the wrong ones. She said casual for the urban brand and I grabbed sneakers. She didn't mean sporty. OK, I don't know what cool, hip, and urban mean. My nieces don't wear urban, hip, and cool. She gave a brand name I never heard of, and they don't carry. Brown/black casual shoes. Ok, I get the picture. Even worse I keep picking boy shoes for a girl display, Don't you know the difference between girls and boys shoes?, she demands. Not when girls wear boys shoes. At a shoe I worked in long ago, girls were grabbing the boy shoes leaving the butterflies and flowers behind. One dispaly for Mens sandals had women complaining these are not the right size and we had to say go 2 sizes down. Then she ran out of things for me to do. I took my 15 minute break for her think of something.

I spent whole 15 minutes standing at the breakroom computer trying to figure out to access my shedule and paycheck stub from last week. I accomplished neither cause I forgot my username. We signed on usernames and passwords to access this stuff last week Monday. I used a password I use for a website to help recall it, but can't recall which cat I used in the username. Maybe my own name. I had no pen and paper to write this down at the time. Return and she has me organize the racks to place things in their proper place (fat chance) and put sizes smalls in front and bigger to the back. Then it was time to go. Anyway, time for bed. Later.