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I survived Black Friday. I got home several hours ago, but I've only now got up the energy to post about it. I woke up at 3:00, got to work at 4:30, and clocked in at 4:45. They opened the doors at 5:00, and then after that it was pretty much all a blur. I finished an eight-hour shift (eight and a half hours, if you count lunch) at 1:15. I can't believe I worked an eight-hour shift and was done that early in the day. It didn't feel like eight hours, either. It went by so fast, but then again, I was so freaking busy that I had no concept of time passing. It may have seemed to go by quickly, but I was still exhausted by the time I was able to leave. My throat was sore from talking shouting at guests all day (to be heard over the racket, not to be mean), and I wanted a treat for working like I did, so I got my mom and myself some ice cream at Food Avenue.
The line that formed in front of the store before opening was jaw-dropping. It started at the entrance doors (duh), went all the way along the front of the store (and you know how big Target stores are), turned 90 degrees and stretched down the last row of parking spaces all the way to the Target sign at the far corner of the parking lot, went around the sign and continued on down the sidewalk. I heard another team member saying that it was the longest Black Friday line she's seen in her six years working at Target. This is a two-edged sword: Good for our bottom line, bad for the sanity of our team members. When they unlocked the doors--to the cheers of the shoppers waiting outside--I swear the line was coming in steadily for twenty minutes or more. At one point, I looked down the front runway (what we call the main store aisles) toward the electronics department, and it was just solid people all the way down. I was surprised anyone could move in that mob.
At its longest, the line for the cash registers went down the runway leading from the front of the store to the fitting rooms in the back corner, went all the way past the men's department and into toys and sporting goods, and then doubled back on itself so there were people on either side of the runway between chemicals/home storage/pets and toys/sporting goods. That's just insane.
I'm glad I was behind one of the cash registers. I don't know if I would have survived if I was working out on the floor. _-_
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