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wherein Liz talks about the smoke shop
Jun. 15th, 2014 09:50 pmClosing procedures proceed apace at the smoke shop.
When I was hired, eight and a half years ago, we had eleven magazine racks (each with thirteen shelves, arranged in three tiers; the top and middle tier have four shelves and the bottom tier has five) along the walls. There were/are a few others in the middle of the store that have held, at various points, comics, weekly magazines, kids books, maps, calendars during calendar season (Oct.-March, roughly), and various other things, but they're not relevant at the moment. We got rid of rack #11 years ago. It was the tiny one sandwiched in the northeast corner between the ATM and the door to the back room, which used to hold comics and kids magazines. As the bottom slowly dropped out of the print publishing industry, we moved the kids' magazines elsewhere; when Marvel stopped distributing to anyone but direct-order comics shops, we moved the remaining comics elsewhere too and replaced that rack with a candle display shelving unit.
Anyway, we have been getting fewer magazines in each week, so we won't have too many to pack up at the very end, and on Thursday, my coworkers moved all the magazines from racks #9 and #10 -- the ones along the north wall (aka the back wall) over to the other eight racks. This had the nice side benefit of making those racks look less denuded. And on Saturday, STNC sent a guy to take the empty racks away.
That task was slightly complicated by the discovery that the fluorescent lights in the middle and bottom tiers each run on a single circuit... and the cords come in through the wall from the back room outlet at the east end of rack #10. So when we unplugged rack #10, we killed all the magazine lights. (I had the damndest time trying to explain that to Mr. Speakerphone on Friday, when he called to ask how the lights were set up. So I drew a little diagram in case he gave screwy instructions to Tom, the delivery/odd jobs guy who took the racks; fortunately Tom understood what I meant immediately.) We plugged everything back in once the racks were gone, but this means we currently have ugly naked extension cords running across the back wall at floor level and at about four feet up. *sigh*
We found 80 cents, a 2007 calendar with pictures of raptors, and two issues of a one-off soccer magazine advertising the 1994 World Cup behind and under the racks. I put the money in a Ziploc bag, the calendar on Boss Lady's desk, and the magazines (after I dusted them and priced them at about 50 cents each) on the "please buy this random stuff!" table, because why not.
We're down to two stacks of lottery tickets (we had five last month), we are only brewing two kinds of coffee each morning (and only have one type of non-flavored beans left anyway), and I think we have run out of daily task sheets as well -- which is not a huge loss, since over half the tasks are not relevant anymore since they relate to furniture and products we no longer have. *sigh*
Theoretically Mr. Speakerphone and the landlords have been hashing out the air conditioner options and will tell Boss Lady's the score on Monday. But we definitely won't have anything besides fans until Tuesday at the earliest, and Monday is forecast to be in the 80s Fahrenheit, so tonight I shaved my legs (because I have only so much emotional energy and I don't particularly want to burn it on "but that is a stupid double-standard and I don't want to look sexy for you anyway" and fending off funny looks from random people on the street) and tomorrow is floaty broomstick skirt day.
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In other news, today I changed my sheets and towels, did my laundry, pruned some overly enthusiastic trees beside my driveway, uprooted a whole bunch of invasive shrubbery around the front of my house, put out a bunch of trash that had been hidden underneath the invasive shrubbery, put apartment labels on the new trash cans that Landlord Dude neglected to tell anyone he bought and installed in place of our old trash cans (because if they are not labeled, nobody knows where to put their trash, or who is responsible for buying the trash tags), reinstalled the metal hook in my closet wall to hold my pajamas (which took some doing, since I don't have a drill and had to improvise with a long nail, a screwdriver, and a hammer), and gently teased Diagonal Neighbor P's cat with a branch of the invasive shrubbery when it decided to lounge on my back porch.
I also wrote a to-do list of major tasks for the next month or so. I may write further lists breaking some of the items down into sub-tasks, because a bunch of them are BIG projects. Most of them are also necessary-but-draining things... so I should probably hold off on the plant-related ones until I've dealt with at least one of the other tasks so I can use plants as a reward.
...
All in all, today was very productive, but holy shit, I am TIRED.
When I was hired, eight and a half years ago, we had eleven magazine racks (each with thirteen shelves, arranged in three tiers; the top and middle tier have four shelves and the bottom tier has five) along the walls. There were/are a few others in the middle of the store that have held, at various points, comics, weekly magazines, kids books, maps, calendars during calendar season (Oct.-March, roughly), and various other things, but they're not relevant at the moment. We got rid of rack #11 years ago. It was the tiny one sandwiched in the northeast corner between the ATM and the door to the back room, which used to hold comics and kids magazines. As the bottom slowly dropped out of the print publishing industry, we moved the kids' magazines elsewhere; when Marvel stopped distributing to anyone but direct-order comics shops, we moved the remaining comics elsewhere too and replaced that rack with a candle display shelving unit.
Anyway, we have been getting fewer magazines in each week, so we won't have too many to pack up at the very end, and on Thursday, my coworkers moved all the magazines from racks #9 and #10 -- the ones along the north wall (aka the back wall) over to the other eight racks. This had the nice side benefit of making those racks look less denuded. And on Saturday, STNC sent a guy to take the empty racks away.
That task was slightly complicated by the discovery that the fluorescent lights in the middle and bottom tiers each run on a single circuit... and the cords come in through the wall from the back room outlet at the east end of rack #10. So when we unplugged rack #10, we killed all the magazine lights. (I had the damndest time trying to explain that to Mr. Speakerphone on Friday, when he called to ask how the lights were set up. So I drew a little diagram in case he gave screwy instructions to Tom, the delivery/odd jobs guy who took the racks; fortunately Tom understood what I meant immediately.) We plugged everything back in once the racks were gone, but this means we currently have ugly naked extension cords running across the back wall at floor level and at about four feet up. *sigh*
We found 80 cents, a 2007 calendar with pictures of raptors, and two issues of a one-off soccer magazine advertising the 1994 World Cup behind and under the racks. I put the money in a Ziploc bag, the calendar on Boss Lady's desk, and the magazines (after I dusted them and priced them at about 50 cents each) on the "please buy this random stuff!" table, because why not.
We're down to two stacks of lottery tickets (we had five last month), we are only brewing two kinds of coffee each morning (and only have one type of non-flavored beans left anyway), and I think we have run out of daily task sheets as well -- which is not a huge loss, since over half the tasks are not relevant anymore since they relate to furniture and products we no longer have. *sigh*
Theoretically Mr. Speakerphone and the landlords have been hashing out the air conditioner options and will tell Boss Lady's the score on Monday. But we definitely won't have anything besides fans until Tuesday at the earliest, and Monday is forecast to be in the 80s Fahrenheit, so tonight I shaved my legs (because I have only so much emotional energy and I don't particularly want to burn it on "but that is a stupid double-standard and I don't want to look sexy for you anyway" and fending off funny looks from random people on the street) and tomorrow is floaty broomstick skirt day.
---------------
In other news, today I changed my sheets and towels, did my laundry, pruned some overly enthusiastic trees beside my driveway, uprooted a whole bunch of invasive shrubbery around the front of my house, put out a bunch of trash that had been hidden underneath the invasive shrubbery, put apartment labels on the new trash cans that Landlord Dude neglected to tell anyone he bought and installed in place of our old trash cans (because if they are not labeled, nobody knows where to put their trash, or who is responsible for buying the trash tags), reinstalled the metal hook in my closet wall to hold my pajamas (which took some doing, since I don't have a drill and had to improvise with a long nail, a screwdriver, and a hammer), and gently teased Diagonal Neighbor P's cat with a branch of the invasive shrubbery when it decided to lounge on my back porch.
I also wrote a to-do list of major tasks for the next month or so. I may write further lists breaking some of the items down into sub-tasks, because a bunch of them are BIG projects. Most of them are also necessary-but-draining things... so I should probably hold off on the plant-related ones until I've dealt with at least one of the other tasks so I can use plants as a reward.
...
All in all, today was very productive, but holy shit, I am TIRED.
