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I'm allowed to be cheesed off when it's warranted. Case in point today at the day job, where:
1. My two openers both called out sick.
2. Meaning I had to work the entire front end solo until the 3rd level manager came in.
3. Who thankfully helped when he should have been doing managerial things.
4. Our two local homeless idiots who steal boxes of Cutwater from us DAILY came in like clockwork to steal said booze and other things. Again. [Mind you, I'm not heartless. If they come in and take a few things from the hot bar to feed themselves, I'll allow it and see them out before they take anything else. But these two guys have been hitting the liquor aisle nearly every single day for several years running and we can't do a damn thing about it except yell at them and see them out.]
5. I'm so distracted and behind that I almost nearly fuck up the morning's bookkeeping. Thankfully I do not.
6. Our ten o'clock checker comes in on time but proceeds to spend more time in the restroom/out in the aisles/who the fuck knows where than she does up front. And when she's up front she burrows out of sight and plays with her phone. This has also been an ongoing issue.
7. When it's the busiest up front and several people are in line, someone arrives for the pick-up order I'd finished, and other manager decides to yammer on the radio about it instead of letting me butt in and ask if he can get it because I am stupidly busy. Thankfully 3rd level mgr runs up and saves the day.
8. And with twenty minutes left of my shift, the midshift lead goes on his ten minutes break (which is fine), leaving me with checker from #6 who answers a call to unlock one of the aisles...and proceeds to not return until I'm nearly done.
9. As I leave, I think once more that I REALLY hope those two people don't call out again tomorrow, because they're my openers tomorrow as well. Otherwise I'll be running solo until 7am and the coworker who should be working stock will have to work the front.
Yeah. So I may have screamed bloody murder at those two guys stealing (thank you Voice and Articulation class for teaching me how to project!) and a "this lane is closed" sign may have been the unfortunate victim of a slap across the room to release some tension, and I may have been a bit salty about #6's frequent disappearances today.
BUT! My shift is already over, I think I've finally caught up on some of my lack of sleep, and I have one last day before my own two-day weekend, so I'm not going to let it ruin the rest of my day.
1. My two openers both called out sick.
2. Meaning I had to work the entire front end solo until the 3rd level manager came in.
3. Who thankfully helped when he should have been doing managerial things.
4. Our two local homeless idiots who steal boxes of Cutwater from us DAILY came in like clockwork to steal said booze and other things. Again. [Mind you, I'm not heartless. If they come in and take a few things from the hot bar to feed themselves, I'll allow it and see them out before they take anything else. But these two guys have been hitting the liquor aisle nearly every single day for several years running and we can't do a damn thing about it except yell at them and see them out.]
5. I'm so distracted and behind that I almost nearly fuck up the morning's bookkeeping. Thankfully I do not.
6. Our ten o'clock checker comes in on time but proceeds to spend more time in the restroom/out in the aisles/who the fuck knows where than she does up front. And when she's up front she burrows out of sight and plays with her phone. This has also been an ongoing issue.
7. When it's the busiest up front and several people are in line, someone arrives for the pick-up order I'd finished, and other manager decides to yammer on the radio about it instead of letting me butt in and ask if he can get it because I am stupidly busy. Thankfully 3rd level mgr runs up and saves the day.
8. And with twenty minutes left of my shift, the midshift lead goes on his ten minutes break (which is fine), leaving me with checker from #6 who answers a call to unlock one of the aisles...and proceeds to not return until I'm nearly done.
9. As I leave, I think once more that I REALLY hope those two people don't call out again tomorrow, because they're my openers tomorrow as well. Otherwise I'll be running solo until 7am and the coworker who should be working stock will have to work the front.
Yeah. So I may have screamed bloody murder at those two guys stealing (thank you Voice and Articulation class for teaching me how to project!) and a "this lane is closed" sign may have been the unfortunate victim of a slap across the room to release some tension, and I may have been a bit salty about #6's frequent disappearances today.
BUT! My shift is already over, I think I've finally caught up on some of my lack of sleep, and I have one last day before my own two-day weekend, so I'm not going to let it ruin the rest of my day.
