Borders

I'm just going to write. I'm not going to try to put humor in it, or make anything poetic, I just want to get this written down.

This is essentially just me bitching about work (none of them read this as far as I know, so it's okay), so if you wanted something interesting to read, go read someone elses blog.

So in case I haven't told you before, I've been appointed a Fixture Manager at Borders to help sell all the bookshelves and stuff before we close. Rachael, who's a couple of years older than me, has been made a fixture manager too. She's worked at Borders for years, she did all the logistics stuff out the back and she really knows her stuff.
Before I knew I was a fixture manager, someone else told me that I was going to be made one and they told me about the commission associated with it etc etc and later that same day I saw a piece of paper on a desk with fixture manager stuff on it and one of the names was Rachael and the other name was Pat, but Pats name was crossed out and my name was written underneath. At first I thought "Wow! They picked me over Pat? But he's so good!" and I felt pretty good about myself. Turns out, Pat was going on annual leave before the store closed, so were about 6 other people, the rest were all casual or under 18. So in other words, I was their only choice. Not a second or third option, their ONLY option. So after finding out about that, I felt pretty bad but just decided I'd try hard to prove them wrong, to prove I was worth picking.
Then I got the call today.
It was from Rachael. See, I work late night Thursday and Friday, then all weekend and Rachael works during the week so either one of us is working all the time. She was calling (and sounded pretty upset) because apparently I hadn't been doing the invoices properly. So she was ridiculously stressed out, asked me a million questions and I feet ridiculously bad for letting her down. She's a great person and she's got so much on her plate already. I dunno...

That's all I wanted to say really. Just not really the thing I needed.