Friday, January 31, 2003

Visitors.

On Wednesday the store had Very Important Visitors, which meant everyone - loosely translated, that means "management" - went ape in preparation. The Chairman of the Board is coming! To arns! To arms!

Well, alright, maybe not to arms, precisely, but anyway, we're all to Look Alive and Make The Store Spotless.

Naturally, there were two big trucks on Monday and Tuesday, which made our attempts to re'd up all the more challenging. Don will attest that come Tuesday evening, I was Officially Wrecked. Tottered home in a state of near-exhaustion and collapsed into this 'puter chair and didn't budge.

One of the big pushes was for Clean Terminals and Wrapstands. Get those notes off those terminals! Clear off the wrapstands!

Tell me, all you non-retail folk, do y'all actually care particularly whether or not there are notes taped to a department's terminal? Does a shiny clean terminal induce you to spend money you otherwise wouldn't?

Truth be told, I find this hard to believe.

Personally, I think the reason business (in the sense of numbers of $$ being hauled in) is down is because we're training our customers to shop not just when there's a sale, but it must be a sale with a coupon.

If I sold $750 total Sunday through Wednesday, I'd be surprised. :(

Sunday, January 26, 2003

One of the pleasures of working on the weekends:

A husband who is willing to cook. ;->

This evening - okay, last evening - Don made homemade soup for dinner. Italian Sausage Soup, replete with spinach, carrots, zucchini, tomatoes, beans, and of course, sausage. Sprinkled a lot of Parmesan over it and yum yum . . .! That was good eating!

Well, Don and I thought so, anyway. You've have thought he'd dished up Creamed Cat on Toast to judge Charles' reaction to it. When do teenage boys' tastebuds mature past the pizza-n-hamburger stage?