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Jan. 7th, 2024 04:58 amYesterday was my first 7-hour shift at Walmart, from 8:30 AM to 3:30 PM.
First thing in the morning, I brought down some thank-you letters I wrote to everyone down into the house, and placed them on the end of the dining table facing the living room, while my parents were watching some update about one of Trump's lackeys. Mom said she'll read what she initially assumed to be some diatribe when it's over, but I told her what it actually was when it did end. She took a few minutes after we ate breakfast to read them over, and I took then to sign the envelopes to put them in.
Before we left, Mom gave something called a gaiter for around my neck.
Tended to three cart shortages throughout my shift. No surprise there, since it was a Saturday, when most people are off from work, but next time I face something like that, I should take a step back and check for either cart machine first before I start hauling lines of carts across the parking lot, so that I'm not so tired when I come home.
First shortage was in the lefthand cart bay. I left the shutter open to bring carts directly in through, until Jeyson, the other cart attendant on duty, had closed it and told me to take care of things on the right.
That's where I let myself forget about the time for 45 minutes before my designated lunch break (12:30 to 1:30), until Jeyson and someone else met me at one of the corrals and told me not to leave the gates open (they did say I could leave them slightly ajar, so as to lift them back open without having to go around to re-open them from inside). He also had one of the machines with him, and also asked me if I'm due for my lunch break. It happened to be 12:33 at that point.
Ordered a bacon 3-cheese sandwich and got some Hi-C to start with, and finished all that and some free fries in half an hour. Went on to place an order for a cookies-n-cream milkshake afterwards.
While I waited, someone named Pasquale, 74 years old, came up to me and asked if I experience people taking the right-of-way from me when I'm returning the carts. I mentioned one person to have cut in front of me, whose minivan my line of carts ended up hitting, and she apologized for cutting me off in the first place. He, however, went on to rant about how often he observed people to act so much more entitled when he tried his hand at the job.
Right after concluding my lunch break was when I handled my third cart shortage, on the right side, before switching back to stragglers for the last 45 minutes. I ended up putting one line together across the street anyway just before concluding my shift, but as I brought those carts back across the street, someone was stopped right in my way, and I took then to check the time (3:23), waited for them to move along, and managed to bring that last line of carts right into the cart bay where the gate was already open.
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Upon arriving back home, having turned my computer off before leaving for work, I turned it back on, but the monitor wouldn't start up, even when I pressed the power button and tried unplugging and replugging both its cables. Called Mom to complain, having forgotten she was going to the gym, and she came up to troubleshoot when she came home later.
For some reason, some sockets in this power strip on the desk's underside are not compatible with the monitor plug. Mom had earlier on moved that one into an incompatible socket while relocating my laptop plug to plug in a second lamp that I had removed from the right side of the desk. Simply moving the monitor plug to a different socket powered it up, but the previous one did send a charge to my phone, so I don't know what the differences are between different sockets.
First thing in the morning, I brought down some thank-you letters I wrote to everyone down into the house, and placed them on the end of the dining table facing the living room, while my parents were watching some update about one of Trump's lackeys. Mom said she'll read what she initially assumed to be some diatribe when it's over, but I told her what it actually was when it did end. She took a few minutes after we ate breakfast to read them over, and I took then to sign the envelopes to put them in.
Before we left, Mom gave something called a gaiter for around my neck.
Tended to three cart shortages throughout my shift. No surprise there, since it was a Saturday, when most people are off from work, but next time I face something like that, I should take a step back and check for either cart machine first before I start hauling lines of carts across the parking lot, so that I'm not so tired when I come home.
First shortage was in the lefthand cart bay. I left the shutter open to bring carts directly in through, until Jeyson, the other cart attendant on duty, had closed it and told me to take care of things on the right.
That's where I let myself forget about the time for 45 minutes before my designated lunch break (12:30 to 1:30), until Jeyson and someone else met me at one of the corrals and told me not to leave the gates open (they did say I could leave them slightly ajar, so as to lift them back open without having to go around to re-open them from inside). He also had one of the machines with him, and also asked me if I'm due for my lunch break. It happened to be 12:33 at that point.
Ordered a bacon 3-cheese sandwich and got some Hi-C to start with, and finished all that and some free fries in half an hour. Went on to place an order for a cookies-n-cream milkshake afterwards.
While I waited, someone named Pasquale, 74 years old, came up to me and asked if I experience people taking the right-of-way from me when I'm returning the carts. I mentioned one person to have cut in front of me, whose minivan my line of carts ended up hitting, and she apologized for cutting me off in the first place. He, however, went on to rant about how often he observed people to act so much more entitled when he tried his hand at the job.
Right after concluding my lunch break was when I handled my third cart shortage, on the right side, before switching back to stragglers for the last 45 minutes. I ended up putting one line together across the street anyway just before concluding my shift, but as I brought those carts back across the street, someone was stopped right in my way, and I took then to check the time (3:23), waited for them to move along, and managed to bring that last line of carts right into the cart bay where the gate was already open.
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Upon arriving back home, having turned my computer off before leaving for work, I turned it back on, but the monitor wouldn't start up, even when I pressed the power button and tried unplugging and replugging both its cables. Called Mom to complain, having forgotten she was going to the gym, and she came up to troubleshoot when she came home later.
For some reason, some sockets in this power strip on the desk's underside are not compatible with the monitor plug. Mom had earlier on moved that one into an incompatible socket while relocating my laptop plug to plug in a second lamp that I had removed from the right side of the desk. Simply moving the monitor plug to a different socket powered it up, but the previous one did send a charge to my phone, so I don't know what the differences are between different sockets.