When it comes to warped time perception, dogs are the all-time champs. Go out to get the mail, and your dog welcomes you back like a returning war hero.
Covid warped time. On the one hand, 2019 feels like it was a lifetime ago. On the other hand, it feels like it was only two or three years ago. Yesterday I tried to use some bouillon cubes that were dated 2019. My first thought was that they should be fine, that was pretty recent. Then I hydrated them and discovered that the color of the resulting broth was way too dark, and it smelled wrong. That’s when I realized it’s been 7 years. I poured it down the drain and tossed the remainder of the package.
If you made a comment about opening up a toy store during a snowstorm, please know that I enjoyed your comment so much that I accidentally deleted it while attempting to reply. My experience in management is shining through brightly this evening.
No problem. It always amazes me, that if you are told to not go out, that retail feels exempt from that. Thanks again for the weekly posts. I really enjoyed Tabby swinging from that rope.
I was responding that you perfectly described having to open up a store in a snowstorm. For those wondering, you might get through an audiobook during your commute because it takes forever and there are no customers. It’s an exercise in proving you have the right stuff for the wrong reasons.
I spent my last seven months in the Navy working in the Legal Service Office at a training base. I have no idea why I was assigned there. By the Navy's own standards, clerical work was my weakest area and I wasn't qualified to train as a military paralegal at all. We started work at seven thirty in the morning. By eight, I had answered the phone all of three times and was wiped out. The recent rash of questions asking people if they could stay in their house for a week and not talk to anybody in exchange for a million dollars makes me laugh. I haven't spoken to another human being in the flesh in over a month and have no pressing need to ever do so again. That might be worth four million dollars. The Navy did a bang up job assigning an extreme introvert to a job that requires dealing with people. People who would ask me, an E-3 nobody, for legal advice, and get teed off when I couldn't help them. One guy expressed disbelief when I didn't know particular details about the phone system. All I could say was "yes, I am incompetent in this job for which I have no aptitude, lack the required temperament, and have not been trained to do." My supervisor yelled at me because I hadn't compiled data for a report that had to go out urgently. I had no idea such a report existed, how to compile data, or that any of that was part of my job. (No one should join the Navy because the training is great. Join for the silly uniforms and chow hall specials with names like "sh*t on a shingle.") I finally broke, rather quietly, when a guy came into the office, handed me a letter and started talking about his issue. Then he asked me who the hell was I to be reading his letter. Why in the f*ck did he hand it to me, then? I was nineteen, struggling to figure out how the Navy and everything else worked. Between the Navy, a therapist who thought talking to me would prevent from becoming self-reliant, and another therapist whose mantra was "life sucks. " "And?" I would ask. "And nothing. Life sucks. That's it." I learned that nothing works and no one is going to help me. Most of them are going to hurt me. Left to devise my triumphant overcoming the odds solution, all I came up with was: I haven't spoken to another human being in the flesh in over a month. Working, amirite?
As a long time retai worker who has done most things, from floor associate,
manager, home office, and back to hourly these ring so true and bring the truth behind the pain. Retail is a thankless and looked down upon job that I feel everyone should have to do. Im 25 yrs plus as a second career. I now work in the back room in claims and receiving and you can believe I sprint towards the door with any identifying characteristics hidden to avoid the monsters lurking. Thank you for bringing a little lightness and a lot of truth to us retail workers.
Fifty years ago sometimes comes back like yesterday. But sometimes yesterday seems like an eternity ago.... This is the real meaning of Special Relativity.
I worked as a nurse at a big hospital many years ago. A story made the rounds that a young intern, working a 36 hour shift, sat down at a patient’s bedside and leaned over to examine something. He fell asleep with his head on the patient’s stomach!
It really depends on the moment. I caught a video on YT and the title was, roughly, opening an old storage container. The man found some Harry Potter goods in there, and my heart thumped in protest.
I recently found out that a spunky kindergartener who was friends with my sister is now in middle school. I'm not sure how it happened. I swear it's only been a couple years.
When it comes to warped time perception, dogs are the all-time champs. Go out to get the mail, and your dog welcomes you back like a returning war hero.
Of course, dogs are superior to humans that way.
Covid warped time. On the one hand, 2019 feels like it was a lifetime ago. On the other hand, it feels like it was only two or three years ago. Yesterday I tried to use some bouillon cubes that were dated 2019. My first thought was that they should be fine, that was pretty recent. Then I hydrated them and discovered that the color of the resulting broth was way too dark, and it smelled wrong. That’s when I realized it’s been 7 years. I poured it down the drain and tossed the remainder of the package.
I also recently discovered that I shouldn’t take bouillon cubes for granted. They are not as indestructible as they look.
Anything pre-Covid feels like ancient history and I’m old.
If you made a comment about opening up a toy store during a snowstorm, please know that I enjoyed your comment so much that I accidentally deleted it while attempting to reply. My experience in management is shining through brightly this evening.
No problem. It always amazes me, that if you are told to not go out, that retail feels exempt from that. Thanks again for the weekly posts. I really enjoyed Tabby swinging from that rope.
I was responding that you perfectly described having to open up a store in a snowstorm. For those wondering, you might get through an audiobook during your commute because it takes forever and there are no customers. It’s an exercise in proving you have the right stuff for the wrong reasons.
I spent my last seven months in the Navy working in the Legal Service Office at a training base. I have no idea why I was assigned there. By the Navy's own standards, clerical work was my weakest area and I wasn't qualified to train as a military paralegal at all. We started work at seven thirty in the morning. By eight, I had answered the phone all of three times and was wiped out. The recent rash of questions asking people if they could stay in their house for a week and not talk to anybody in exchange for a million dollars makes me laugh. I haven't spoken to another human being in the flesh in over a month and have no pressing need to ever do so again. That might be worth four million dollars. The Navy did a bang up job assigning an extreme introvert to a job that requires dealing with people. People who would ask me, an E-3 nobody, for legal advice, and get teed off when I couldn't help them. One guy expressed disbelief when I didn't know particular details about the phone system. All I could say was "yes, I am incompetent in this job for which I have no aptitude, lack the required temperament, and have not been trained to do." My supervisor yelled at me because I hadn't compiled data for a report that had to go out urgently. I had no idea such a report existed, how to compile data, or that any of that was part of my job. (No one should join the Navy because the training is great. Join for the silly uniforms and chow hall specials with names like "sh*t on a shingle.") I finally broke, rather quietly, when a guy came into the office, handed me a letter and started talking about his issue. Then he asked me who the hell was I to be reading his letter. Why in the f*ck did he hand it to me, then? I was nineteen, struggling to figure out how the Navy and everything else worked. Between the Navy, a therapist who thought talking to me would prevent from becoming self-reliant, and another therapist whose mantra was "life sucks. " "And?" I would ask. "And nothing. Life sucks. That's it." I learned that nothing works and no one is going to help me. Most of them are going to hurt me. Left to devise my triumphant overcoming the odds solution, all I came up with was: I haven't spoken to another human being in the flesh in over a month. Working, amirite?
People who are good at talking to other people don’t necessarily know what they’re talking about, they’re just good at talking.
As a long time retai worker who has done most things, from floor associate,
manager, home office, and back to hourly these ring so true and bring the truth behind the pain. Retail is a thankless and looked down upon job that I feel everyone should have to do. Im 25 yrs plus as a second career. I now work in the back room in claims and receiving and you can believe I sprint towards the door with any identifying characteristics hidden to avoid the monsters lurking. Thank you for bringing a little lightness and a lot of truth to us retail workers.
Thank you for doing the work that everyone needs done (but nobody wants to do).
You ain't the only one to do an evil laugh at the 'emergency contact' thing.
I've been married for more than 28 years. Sometimes it feels like yesterday. Sometimes it feels like I've always been married.
Fifty years ago sometimes comes back like yesterday. But sometimes yesterday seems like an eternity ago.... This is the real meaning of Special Relativity.
What a world of difference. These are already funny and relevant, but your art style has become much more unique to this comic.
Thank you so much.
Wait, Penny and Berle are siblings?
They are. There’s been a number of strips going over their relationship, but none recently.
I worked as a nurse at a big hospital many years ago. A story made the rounds that a young intern, working a 36 hour shift, sat down at a patient’s bedside and leaned over to examine something. He fell asleep with his head on the patient’s stomach!
That’s a level of awkwardness worthy of The Office.
What's with Store 122? It sounds like hell on earth! Why is no one talking about it? Waiting for full transparency!
Best, Peter
It’s a store that’s difficult to describe except to say that every customer is difficult. It’s in a very angry part of town.
Sounds like a potential gold mine!
I can’t believe you brought out the soggy face diapers again. I’ll never forgive you.
Sorry
It really depends on the moment. I caught a video on YT and the title was, roughly, opening an old storage container. The man found some Harry Potter goods in there, and my heart thumped in protest.
As a person who once worked much retail, these are definitely reminding me of a previous life/me too
I recently found out that a spunky kindergartener who was friends with my sister is now in middle school. I'm not sure how it happened. I swear it's only been a couple years.