Molly to the Front

I dream of travel, music, writing, and to inspire others as they inspire me.

Monday, October 25, 2004


Opened the store at 7:00 a.m. 5:00 p.m. was going to be the time I left. I said I wasn't going to stay late today. Nope. Not me. Then Bob had an idea to do a overhaul of the training program. I agreed. Seemed like a good cause. We were going to meet after 5:00 to discuss, but other things came up.

I was in the office when Barbara and Christine came in. I had to do the schedule for next week. Mark, the manager, who rocks, came in and we started chatting for 45 minutes. I like talking to him. He's a friendly guy, a bit passive and contradicting about things, but overall, he is concerned about the people at the store, which is very important to me. He swears up and down that he's like a rebel (speaking his mind, being sarcastic..whatever), but he's just really paranoid about what they think of him. If he was the rebel he claimed to be, then he wouldn't care about what they thought of him. But still, I do adore him. He always speaks so kindly about me to others and trying to get me noticed within the company. I appreciate that.

Anyways, I was in the office most of the time. When I was done, I started to train one of the new employees within the store. I had plenty of time before 5:00. So I'm up front, Barbara and Christine are running the functions of the front. And Lindsey (a cashier), who is one my best workers and favorite people, is frantic. I asked her what was wrong. She was like, "If I tell you, it might get back to someone and I don't feel like hearing it." Okay...I let it pass. I said, "I feel sorry that you feel that way. I wish I could help," and continued to train the new girl. Everyone's breaks were behind because another new girl didn't take hers on time. Bonnie now wanted her break; and suddenly, I recieved a phone call from Tina whose boyfriend had a surgery schedule today and the moved it to tommorrow; and she was supposed to be closing with me. Bonnie asked again, 1 minute after for her break, I said, "Can you ring on the register for a moment?" Lindsay then announces, "Yup. You're just a number here." Well, I stopped everything right then and there. I went into the office, Barbara and Mark were there, I said, "I think we need to speak with Lindsey. She says she's just a number." Barbara didn't want me to speak with her. She knew Lindsey was just going to complain about her. Barbara left real pissed. I wanted to nip this in the bud and resolve the issue. That was the right thing to do. I called Lindsey in, Mark was with me. Lindsey started to cry. Lindsey went on about how Barbara kept picking on her. I must have talked for a half an hour. Mark talked a little, but mostly just listened. I explained that we valued her and if I thought she was a number, I wouldn't be concerned of her feelings. Her and Barbara just needed to communicate their thoughts - that's all. Lindsey was way better afterwards. I said, "Would I ever lie to you? I have no gain in doing so..." Lindsey said, "Yeah, we'll you're cool." Erica came into the office and I said, "Erica. Hear that? I'm cool." She said, "Yeah, you're cool." I got a big head. Haha. Anyways, she left and Mark and I were chatting for a while. "I think Barbara is mad at me." Mark said, "Who the fuck cares. She's mad at me too. She thinks I favor you over her." Barbara came into the office and looked upset. We told her what was up and Mark announced, " While we're all here, I just want to say that I do not favor (my name) over you. You're both good. " Barbara was like, "Well, you were like 'aww..(my name again) isn't here on Wednesday and Thursday. I'm here - what am I chop liver?" She left and Mark started to vent and tell me about how management works and how Barbara was being a baby. It was all really weird. I don't have to see her tomorrow, which is a good thing.

Sunday, October 24, 2004


The store opened an hour early today and closed and hour later than usual. I was at the store for 13 hours today. Wow. One girl called out today and one didn't show up until four hours after her schedule time. It was so busy. The store was trashed. Luckily, I asked Marie to come in and she was a lifesaver.

Christine is such a pain sometimes. First thing she goes on about after walking into the office, is her sexual fustration. I laughed as she went on like some nut with a bad monologue on SNL, but then was awed by her 'no holds bars' when telling you everything about anything. I just don't need to know about that. Okay, so her best friend is a guy. Okay, they're attracted to one another. Okay, they're gonna do each other but while fully clothed. Okay, I was just joking about that last comment. It was just queer that's all. She's like that though. Goes on and on about personal stuff. The other day she was talking about why she's weird and how she blames it on not taking her medicine. Nicole is a lot like that too - always blaming everything on not taking her medicine.

I think I need medicine ...from all these people.

Saturday, October 23, 2004


I opened the store this morning and trained Bob on register - he's too funny. Everytime I look at him, I just want to rip off that baseball cap he wears just to see how much hair is hiding underneath it. We keep referring to everything as 'shabby sheek' (even if it wasn't) or however you spell it. Last week, he said Marie, him, and I should go out one day. I know they're both way older (he in his middle thirties and she her fifties), but I guess that doesn't bother me. They're the most interesting people I know. I adore them.

Good News. Nicole says she can get all of us dirt cheap tickets to Europe. I guess it's some promotion for people under the age of 24. It would be 4 days in London and 3 in Paris. What an amazing opportunity.


Me. My life. 22 years of being in the same state with different ideals, perceptions, and goals. Currently, my life is 'the store'. 'The company'. I've been there two years and I haven't had the yearning to leave or even that sinking feeling when you have to go to work soon. Nothing. I like it. I've been a supervisor at the store for about a year now. The complaints, the gossip, the praise, the betrayal - it's like a soap opera - minus the whole commercial thing. Oh yeah, it doesn't stop. But I enjoy it. When people complain about it, I always say 'I love my job'. I said that today my boss as she was venting and I almost felt ashamed for saying. Me? Satisfied? No one else is ever satisfied with their employment. What the hell is wrong with me? Maybe I'm getting post SARS or something. It reminded me of telling people I liked Tiffany instead of Debbie Gibson. Except I probably didn't tell them that and most likely, lied and said I like 'New Kids' or whatever the rage was in the pathetic 80's. My point is that I sincerely like it there. I feel like people need me. Me - 22 year old me - taking care of people way older of me and handling the complains and all the other soap opera crap. The corny truth is that I need them more than they need me. Ah well. This is me. My name isn't really Molly. Someone nicknamed that to me because I was sick of hearing my name over the intercom. Hence Molly. What a shitty name.