Sex It Up!
hahaha, today. . .
It started off in a completely awful way, seeing as it was EIGHTEEN degrees out when I had to go to the barn! I didn't put any more layers on than usual, but I also wore my scarf around my face and put handwarmers in my gloves. (I haven't been able to find footwarmers yet, gah!) I thought it would be okay, and actually being cold was not the biggest problem.
I have a set order of how I do things each morning. First I drop a flake of hay into each of the paddocks, then I bring the horses out one at a time. After that, I go around and dump out/clean each of their waterbuckets, and then I refill them and start mucking out the paddocks in the meantime. This all takes about 30 minutes, a little less if the paddocks aren't too messy.
Well, this morning, I put the hay out and turned out the horses without any problem. I grabbed the bucket brush and went to the first waterbucket. I expected there to be a layer of ice, as there had been on less frigid mornings. Usually I just break it up with the brush handle and it's not even an issue. Today, however, the ice was seriously an inch thick. I had to sit and chip away at it until I was had a large enough hole in the ice that I could at least dump the water out. *Then* I had to break the rest of the ice apart by smashing it with my foot. So that was fun, and it got even better.
So I did that for the first bucket, put the hose in, and started filling that one up. I use a different hose to fill up the other buckets, so I de-iced those buckets in a similar fashion, put the hose in the first bucket, turned it on, and went to grab the wheelbarrow.
But I noticed that the hose wasn't hissing like it normally does. No water was coming out!
Um, now what. You know, I always say that there are 2 places where I swear more than anywhere else: in my car, and at the barn. For today, that statement could not have been MORE true, haha.
SO, the only thing I *could* do was drag a random bucket that was in the barn to the *other* hose, and keep filling that up and dumping it in the other waterbuckets. Very time consuming and very heavy! It took about 4 buckets to fill up each of the larger ones in the paddock, so by the time the 8th one rolled around, I was NOT a happy person.
I was also pretty freaking cold, but I still needed to muck out the paddocks and I had already been there for 45 minutes! So I grabbed the wheelbarrow, grabbed the pitchfork, and headed towards the first paddock. I have to pick up the leftover hay from the previous day and any manure piles. When both of those things are not *frozen to the ground* it's not a hard task. I tried. I stood there and angrily stabbed at the frosty manure piles with the pitchfork, occasionally chipping away a clump or two. And as for the hay, well, forget it. I was just so pissed by this time, and completely lacking some fingers and toes, as far as I could tell, that I just did what I could (which wasn't a lot) and then went into the barn to warm up and clean the stalls.
The rest of the day was okay, though I had to keep going into the heated tackroom to warm individual fingers up from time to time. Eventually Sharon came around to give me my check, and I gave her my two weeks notice. NOT because of the cold, but because I've been planning on doing so anyway. I was going to call her later this afternoon if I hadn't seen her, but you know I prefer telling people things in person, so it was ideal. I told her it was because I'd be moving about an hour away (true, if I do move with my parents for awhile) and wanted my availability to be as open as possible as I look for a new job. She took it well and was less spazzy about it than I figured she would be. So hopefully the next two weeks will be a LITTLE warmer, cuz today was the cold version of Hell.
Things got better at work though!
It started off boringly since I had to ring for the first 3 hours of my shift. At 4, two other people got there, so I was taken off the register. While I was waiting for one of them to take over my drawer, the other kid was setting his up and was like "haha, Eric got the worst job cuz he has to go around and talk to people." I was like "what are you talking about?!" I guess Brooks has started this thing where for 2 hours every day (I think), someone has to don a red smock and be the "Prime Time Red Smock Employee." Basically, your job is to go around to each customer and say stupid crap like "I've noticed you've been here for awhile. Can I help you find something?" and "If you need any help, I'll be right here!"
Yes, those are actual scripted phrases they encourage you to us. Chris and I were looking at the "official" sheet up in the office. But the BEST part, that I noticed with particular glee, was the line that said "Encourage the employee to use a suggestive selling style."
Because Chris and I are 12, we thought was the most hilarious thing EVER. Suggestive? hahaha So from that point on, we were completely going off on that idea, posing "seductively" by the shelves and being like "Hi, welcome to Brooks. . .may I be of service?" ::run fingers through hair, give sultry look and smile:: Oh man, it was hilarious. But hey, they said to be suggestive!
So of course we found Eric, the kid who was assigned to do it today and told him this. Being a junior in high school though, he honestly didn't know what we meant by "suggestive." So I was like "Sex it up!" which set Chris into a like 5 minute long laughing fit even though Eric was like "uhhh, no thanks," haha.
Well, *I* am set to be the person for next Friday and I am totally going to get into it. >:) Chris was like, "Watch somebody coime up front and be like 'um, one of your employees was hitting on me,'" haha. Oh, don't worry, I probably won't (probably *shouldn't* with my luck @_@), but it's so much fun to joke around. "If you need any help, I'll be right here," just takes on a whole new meaning, haha.
I guess that's all for tonight. I'm so supposed to work on my papers, but I do NOT feel like it. It's not really a bad thing though; I'll be spending tomorrow night at my parents' place, and there's not a whole lot to do there, so I'll have no excuse NOT to work on it then. If only the public meat raffle were on Saturday. . .
It started off in a completely awful way, seeing as it was EIGHTEEN degrees out when I had to go to the barn! I didn't put any more layers on than usual, but I also wore my scarf around my face and put handwarmers in my gloves. (I haven't been able to find footwarmers yet, gah!) I thought it would be okay, and actually being cold was not the biggest problem.
I have a set order of how I do things each morning. First I drop a flake of hay into each of the paddocks, then I bring the horses out one at a time. After that, I go around and dump out/clean each of their waterbuckets, and then I refill them and start mucking out the paddocks in the meantime. This all takes about 30 minutes, a little less if the paddocks aren't too messy.
Well, this morning, I put the hay out and turned out the horses without any problem. I grabbed the bucket brush and went to the first waterbucket. I expected there to be a layer of ice, as there had been on less frigid mornings. Usually I just break it up with the brush handle and it's not even an issue. Today, however, the ice was seriously an inch thick. I had to sit and chip away at it until I was had a large enough hole in the ice that I could at least dump the water out. *Then* I had to break the rest of the ice apart by smashing it with my foot. So that was fun, and it got even better.
So I did that for the first bucket, put the hose in, and started filling that one up. I use a different hose to fill up the other buckets, so I de-iced those buckets in a similar fashion, put the hose in the first bucket, turned it on, and went to grab the wheelbarrow.
But I noticed that the hose wasn't hissing like it normally does. No water was coming out!
Um, now what. You know, I always say that there are 2 places where I swear more than anywhere else: in my car, and at the barn. For today, that statement could not have been MORE true, haha.
SO, the only thing I *could* do was drag a random bucket that was in the barn to the *other* hose, and keep filling that up and dumping it in the other waterbuckets. Very time consuming and very heavy! It took about 4 buckets to fill up each of the larger ones in the paddock, so by the time the 8th one rolled around, I was NOT a happy person.
I was also pretty freaking cold, but I still needed to muck out the paddocks and I had already been there for 45 minutes! So I grabbed the wheelbarrow, grabbed the pitchfork, and headed towards the first paddock. I have to pick up the leftover hay from the previous day and any manure piles. When both of those things are not *frozen to the ground* it's not a hard task. I tried. I stood there and angrily stabbed at the frosty manure piles with the pitchfork, occasionally chipping away a clump or two. And as for the hay, well, forget it. I was just so pissed by this time, and completely lacking some fingers and toes, as far as I could tell, that I just did what I could (which wasn't a lot) and then went into the barn to warm up and clean the stalls.
The rest of the day was okay, though I had to keep going into the heated tackroom to warm individual fingers up from time to time. Eventually Sharon came around to give me my check, and I gave her my two weeks notice. NOT because of the cold, but because I've been planning on doing so anyway. I was going to call her later this afternoon if I hadn't seen her, but you know I prefer telling people things in person, so it was ideal. I told her it was because I'd be moving about an hour away (true, if I do move with my parents for awhile) and wanted my availability to be as open as possible as I look for a new job. She took it well and was less spazzy about it than I figured she would be. So hopefully the next two weeks will be a LITTLE warmer, cuz today was the cold version of Hell.
Things got better at work though!
It started off boringly since I had to ring for the first 3 hours of my shift. At 4, two other people got there, so I was taken off the register. While I was waiting for one of them to take over my drawer, the other kid was setting his up and was like "haha, Eric got the worst job cuz he has to go around and talk to people." I was like "what are you talking about?!" I guess Brooks has started this thing where for 2 hours every day (I think), someone has to don a red smock and be the "Prime Time Red Smock Employee." Basically, your job is to go around to each customer and say stupid crap like "I've noticed you've been here for awhile. Can I help you find something?" and "If you need any help, I'll be right here!"
Yes, those are actual scripted phrases they encourage you to us. Chris and I were looking at the "official" sheet up in the office. But the BEST part, that I noticed with particular glee, was the line that said "Encourage the employee to use a suggestive selling style."
Because Chris and I are 12, we thought was the most hilarious thing EVER. Suggestive? hahaha So from that point on, we were completely going off on that idea, posing "seductively" by the shelves and being like "Hi, welcome to Brooks. . .may I be of service?" ::run fingers through hair, give sultry look and smile:: Oh man, it was hilarious. But hey, they said to be suggestive!
So of course we found Eric, the kid who was assigned to do it today and told him this. Being a junior in high school though, he honestly didn't know what we meant by "suggestive." So I was like "Sex it up!" which set Chris into a like 5 minute long laughing fit even though Eric was like "uhhh, no thanks," haha.
Well, *I* am set to be the person for next Friday and I am totally going to get into it. >:) Chris was like, "Watch somebody coime up front and be like 'um, one of your employees was hitting on me,'" haha. Oh, don't worry, I probably won't (probably *shouldn't* with my luck @_@), but it's so much fun to joke around. "If you need any help, I'll be right here," just takes on a whole new meaning, haha.
I guess that's all for tonight. I'm so supposed to work on my papers, but I do NOT feel like it. It's not really a bad thing though; I'll be spending tomorrow night at my parents' place, and there's not a whole lot to do there, so I'll have no excuse NOT to work on it then. If only the public meat raffle were on Saturday. . .
posted by Erica at 9:53 PM
1 Comments:
Haha, that could be what they meant, but the people who write all our Brooks publications seriously *can't write.* They usually have so many spelling/grammar errors that it drives me up the freaking wall, lol.
BTW, most of the "Brooks Babes" would be male, since I'm the only girl that works on Fridays. ;)
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