As usual, not a whole lot of time to write anything this morning.
And, now, I’m stuck, staring at the screen, wondering what I have that is worthy of writing in such a short amount of time.
I’m loving having broadcast TV back in the home.
I need to figure out more “crock-pot” recipes to add to my arsenal.
I’m slowly getting into the new role at work. There’s just too much crap that I need to get a handle on to make headway. If this were like my Family Dollar days, I’d just stay a little later and come and go as I pleased in addition to whatever I was scheduled in order to try and fix things. But, I’m on somebody else’s dime and under someone else’s watch, so I’m a little limited as to what I can do and when. It bothers me a bit, but, hey, what can I do?
Met our “emerging store manager”; I’ll leave it at that for now. I will say that he managed to introduce a thought yesterday that I just hate. In a meeting he said our average basket is a little over a hundred bucks. My thought–WTF? Why is our basket so low? I worked in FD’s where my basket was between $50-$75; in my opinion, our basket should be $200.
Ashlee is burning out. Kinda have to leave that thought there for now, as I’ve not enough time to write on that.
Well, time to go.