Round-up!

I am ridiculious. Actually Target is rid-ic-ulious. Absolutely.

Reason #1.
I was checking the schedule for next week and well I saw I worked till 11:45 pm. Not cool, maybe just a typo. So I asked. Well turns out I have no Irish in me. We stay open an extra hour during the holiday months! What the stink!? And they decided to increase my hours. I probably will be in a coma, but that's not a bad thing cuz than I can sleep. So I'm working from 8:30am to midnight. Blah!

Reason #2.
They have folding borders. Real humans cannot fold clothes.

Reason #3.
They think it is funny to have me get the carts from the parking lot at 10:45p.m. at night. They page me in the store and tell me to round them up! Some have frost on them, some have Starbucks cups in them, and the real treasure I found was a diaper. But it isn't as easy as it seems. Here are the rules for carts:
1.) Wear an orange vest. I'm going to bring my hunting hat because them i'll be warm.
2.) Get only carts in the lighted areas. I think this is dumb because there are some strays out there, and than I have to wait for an escort. Lame.
3.) You can only push 7 at once. Anymore and it is dooms day from the boss.

They told me this is my job instead of zoning during closing. Hopefully it doesn't snow until Dec. 24th or else I'll have to plow through the slush with 7 carts.

Conclusion: 7 isn't a lucky number.