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| You would have never guessed, but there is a boat-load of CVS DRAMA! Drama that I can't tell you about, but nonetheless drama. On Saturday's I have to push sales and like 4 other aisles of overstock (you guys probably have no idea what I'm talking about), which means I'm down there from 4 in the afternoon to let's say 8 at night. It's really creepy down there; it's dingy and a decent size, with an odd smell. There are random noises from time to time, so I have to turn on the radio pretty loud to drown it out. The supervisors have said they saw this ghost. It's funny because it'e more than three supervisors who've said this. Apparently, after you're down there for a while, you see this glowing light coming from the back of the basement, next to the shelves. Trust me, there are long shelves that extend from the front to the back of the floor. The deeper you get into the basement, the darker it gets. I'm creeping myself out. I don't know whether or not there's a ghost down there, since I haven't seen it, but I'm not about to go and say outright that there isn't one.
Working at CVS gets lonely. I'm really just in the basement or on the sales floor by myself most of the time. That, or I'm facing (that's when you move everything from the back of the shelf to the front so it looks like a "wall and not a wave") the whole store pretty much by myself with some help every so often. I was supposed to be part of a "crew," but so much for that. I feel like I don't get enough recognition and I'm excluded from things that I should be apart of. It may seem like no big deal, but it is to me. You can call me sensitive or whatever you like, but you know as well as I do, that it's true. *aggression* blah blah. boohoo for me. I'm done ranting. Time to go read about WWII.
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