So, I had a bit of a time at work today.
To set the stage, let just say that I haven't had to go into work very much the last few weeks...basically, I've worked 2 days in the last 3 weeks.
So, unsurprisingly, especially with my luck, the password I use to log into the registers expired.
No big deal, usually. I went in, changed my password, and went to log back in. As you might imagine considering the tone of this blog so far, it wasn't that easy. When I try to log in again, it tells me that my password is still expired.
Yeah.
So, I do the logica thing and try to change my password again. However, as I do this, I get a lovely screen basically saying "You're locked out the system, sucker! Call the Help Desk!" So, the Help Desk gets a call...and I met with a recorded message that says "The password system is working slow today. If you change your password, wait 5 to 10 minutes. If you try to change your password again, you will be locked out for 30 minutes."
Great.
So, one of the poor girls at the jewlery counter have to come over and cover the register that I am supposed to working at, while I go and help to fold clothes and such. A half-hour later, I go back and try to log on.
Same screen.
So (and the auditor in Amanda was not happy about this), I just used to number and password of the girl that was covering the register. So, I wait a full hour before trying again. Guess what happened? Yep...the same screen. So my manager decided take things into her own hands, and called the Help Desk for me...since, you know, she can sit and the office and wait for them to do their thing without customers staring at her.
Of course, the Help Desk does not live up to its name. The supposedly all-powerful override password fails to override. So, she comes back out, and shrugs.
About 45 minutes later, I get a break. She says let's try changing it one more.
Luckily, this last time, it worked.
So, basically...it took me 3 hours to change a password.
And some people wonder why I'm looking for a new job.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
The Downside of Job Hunting.
You know what the downside of job hunting is? I mean, the sending out of application part of job hunting.
It's that the best case scenario is that you get a job interview.
I hate job interviews. I don't much like talking about myself in the first place, let alone doing it while trying to impress the person sitting across from you.
So, I had mixed feelings as I listened to a voice mail on my cell phone after work on Wednesday. I've been on Jobs.Utah.Gov pretty regularly, and I found myself applying for a lot of bank teller jobs. It seemed like it would be something close enough to cashiering that I could get the hang of it easily enough, but different enough that I wouldn't get sick of it soon. And sure, I would still be dealing with the public, but at least it would be dealing with the public during regular business hours.
Anyways, I get a call back from the Wells Fargo on Gentile Street in Layton, by where Kings used to be (on a side note: How long has Kings been closed?). I call them back and set-up an interview, which went down today. I think it went alright, but I've thought that before, so we'll see. The woman who interviewed me, the manager for the tellers, was pretty nice. She said that they'd call people for a second interview soon...maybe starting tonight, but probably tomorrow.
So, yeah...I went through a job interview...and now the best case scenario is another job interview.
Meh, I guess it's what I have to go through if I want to get out of retail before the holidays start again.
It's that the best case scenario is that you get a job interview.
I hate job interviews. I don't much like talking about myself in the first place, let alone doing it while trying to impress the person sitting across from you.
So, I had mixed feelings as I listened to a voice mail on my cell phone after work on Wednesday. I've been on Jobs.Utah.Gov pretty regularly, and I found myself applying for a lot of bank teller jobs. It seemed like it would be something close enough to cashiering that I could get the hang of it easily enough, but different enough that I wouldn't get sick of it soon. And sure, I would still be dealing with the public, but at least it would be dealing with the public during regular business hours.
Anyways, I get a call back from the Wells Fargo on Gentile Street in Layton, by where Kings used to be (on a side note: How long has Kings been closed?). I call them back and set-up an interview, which went down today. I think it went alright, but I've thought that before, so we'll see. The woman who interviewed me, the manager for the tellers, was pretty nice. She said that they'd call people for a second interview soon...maybe starting tonight, but probably tomorrow.
So, yeah...I went through a job interview...and now the best case scenario is another job interview.
Meh, I guess it's what I have to go through if I want to get out of retail before the holidays start again.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Me vs. Lumber
For some reason, today was my day to abuse lumber.
As happens in October, business is relatively slow at my work. However, hours are very short because they recently started to hire temporary/holiday/whatever help, which means that my hours have gone way done, unfortunately. On the upside, I also have 50-something hours of vacation time coming to me, so I can parcel that out to augment the hours I work so I don't go broke right away.
On the upside, this gives me time to work on some other things. Right after I moved out, my mom sent me an e-mail saying that she and my dad would pay me for painting their fence. The fence hasn't been painted in quite some time. I think Amanda painting back in 2002 or something. I put it off at first because I moved out in the end of May, so the idea of painting a fence in 90-to-100 degree weather wasn't too thrilling. I know my some people won't be too thrilled about doing it in 50-60 degree weather, but for me that's about right...its cool enough that I don't sweat every much.
I actually started on Friday with the scraping. At first I was told "sanding", so I had these images in my head about having to go along the whole fence with a piece of sandpaper. However, I just had to use a wire brush. It still took a while...two or so hours on Friday and another two or so today, and I fear my respiratory system has a fine layer of sawdust on it. I probably would of done it faster today, but I couldn't paint since it's suppose to rain, so I went slower.
Anyways, when I was done with that and was eating a dinner my mom was kind enough to cook for me, I got a call from my friend Gary. Gary came back from Afghanistan a few months ago, and used the pay he got from that to pay for a house. It's just a little one-level house in Layton, but it works for a first house. However, the people who owned the house before left quite a bit of junk in the yard. So he happened to call me as I was eating dinner, and since I was in town anyways, I drove over to help. There was a fair-sized pile of wood that had been there long enough that it was starting to rot and had roots, worms, and bugs in it. I'm sure there are a bunch of angry bugs in that lawn tonight. It will be a bit of a project for him, but I suppose most new houses are.
To put a end to the story, I then came home, did the world a favor and took a shower, and sat down and wrote this. I know it's not the most exciting blog ever (again, see the title of the blog), but I felt somewhat inclined to post one since everyone else did, too. I can't be the only Haun kid who didn't blog this week.
As happens in October, business is relatively slow at my work. However, hours are very short because they recently started to hire temporary/holiday/whatever help, which means that my hours have gone way done, unfortunately. On the upside, I also have 50-something hours of vacation time coming to me, so I can parcel that out to augment the hours I work so I don't go broke right away.
On the upside, this gives me time to work on some other things. Right after I moved out, my mom sent me an e-mail saying that she and my dad would pay me for painting their fence. The fence hasn't been painted in quite some time. I think Amanda painting back in 2002 or something. I put it off at first because I moved out in the end of May, so the idea of painting a fence in 90-to-100 degree weather wasn't too thrilling. I know my some people won't be too thrilled about doing it in 50-60 degree weather, but for me that's about right...its cool enough that I don't sweat every much.
I actually started on Friday with the scraping. At first I was told "sanding", so I had these images in my head about having to go along the whole fence with a piece of sandpaper. However, I just had to use a wire brush. It still took a while...two or so hours on Friday and another two or so today, and I fear my respiratory system has a fine layer of sawdust on it. I probably would of done it faster today, but I couldn't paint since it's suppose to rain, so I went slower.
Anyways, when I was done with that and was eating a dinner my mom was kind enough to cook for me, I got a call from my friend Gary. Gary came back from Afghanistan a few months ago, and used the pay he got from that to pay for a house. It's just a little one-level house in Layton, but it works for a first house. However, the people who owned the house before left quite a bit of junk in the yard. So he happened to call me as I was eating dinner, and since I was in town anyways, I drove over to help. There was a fair-sized pile of wood that had been there long enough that it was starting to rot and had roots, worms, and bugs in it. I'm sure there are a bunch of angry bugs in that lawn tonight. It will be a bit of a project for him, but I suppose most new houses are.
To put a end to the story, I then came home, did the world a favor and took a shower, and sat down and wrote this. I know it's not the most exciting blog ever (again, see the title of the blog), but I felt somewhat inclined to post one since everyone else did, too. I can't be the only Haun kid who didn't blog this week.
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