Target gave me a midday shift today. I was supposed to put go-backs away all day, but the LOD gave me a “special project” to do for the last couple hours. Basically, she wanted me to consolidate all the Valentine’s Day merchandise from six aisles into two. All of the Valentine’s Day merchandise is going to be 50% off tomorrow, so it’s best to consolidate today before the chaos starts.
She knows I want to be promoted to an ETL, so she said she would write a note at the end of the day saying that I did this extra work. She asked me if I could stay an extra 45 minutes to get the job done. Nothing says Happy Valentine’s Day like staying late at work.
When I got home, my parents said we were going out to eat to celebrate Valentine’s Day. It was my dad’s idea, but I’m not really sure why he suggested it. I think he just wanted to eat out tonight.
My dad is the least romantic person I know. He never buys my mom any sort of romantic gift. If he says anything romantic, it’s said sarcastically (and received as such too). I can’t even remember the last time my parents were physically touching; I never see them holding hands, hugging, or even sitting on the couch at the same time.
Anyway, my parents and I went to a slightly fancy Italian restaurant (fancier than Olive Garden). The main dining room was all booked with reservations, so we had to sit at a table in the lounge/bar area. We were probably the only party of three in the whole restaurant. Looking around, I saw only couples (which seems logical, given the day). Nothing says Happy Valentine’s Day like going out to dinner with your parents.
On the bright side, my parents didn’t mention dating, girlfriends, or marriage all night. Instead, they talked about how unstable a job at Target (or in retail in general) can be, since the rumors of recession can mean I could get laid off at any time, even if I became an ETL. Good times. Happy Valentine’s Day!