I have worked for my employer for twenty-one years and have never witnessed such bullshit. In the deli there are two new hires. One has a few years of food service (deli) experience – which she gained at another grocer. She has great customer service skills, is familar with product and knows food handling safety. The other new hire has no experience and if he has claimed that he does it does not show. He has poor customer service skills in fact when customers are waiting he ignores them or pretends not to see them – I hear this from others and have seen it myself. His product knowledge is practically zero, he is in training. This new hire has been heard sharing prison stories with the department manager and is favored by the store director – and it’s obvious because he is being trained to be a fucking supervisor. Seriously, if this store director was a true professional the new hire with the know-how would be the one being trained for management. It’s almost funny…but store number nine, because of who and how it is run is truly “EXTRAORDINARY.”
It’s my day off and I get a call from one of my bosses, the assistant department manager. An “owner partner” said she couldn’t go in tomorrow because of a doctors appointment. The assistant continues to tell me that he worked with this o.p. yesterday and saw that she looked at the schedule and later in the day even made a comment about who she was going to work with on Thursday. The call was to tell me to cover her shift, that he would deal with not having a mid shift. Tomorrow we get two loads of products at separate times of the day. The department needs a mid shift to cover the counter but because this person – that according to others whom have worked with her in the past, should not have been rehired – customers will probably walk away because they lack the patience or time to wait for service. One of the loads is perishables and arrives at lunch time. Some of our customers only get half hour lunch breaks.
I hang up after the assistant tells me to go in at 1 p.m.
Minutes later I receive a text. To come in at my originally scheduled time, 10 a.m., that this bad for business changed her mind, she will go in as scheduled.
The store manager must be covering up for her because I find it hard to believe the company would keep her on payroll if they were aware of her behavior. So much time and money wasted covering her shifts and worse the stress it causes the department and what it does to morale.
What ever. I feel better now. The loss of my few minutes of peace avenged.
Money is one of the most dangerous addictions, maybe more so than any substance ingested, injected, snorted and or smoked. The people addicted are willing to risk even the very planet that sustains us. Their need for money and its temporary power a definite sickness. It’s most unfortunate that for centuries the masses have been ruled by such addicts.
This tonald dump presidency is full of junkies. The link below describes what portion of our endangered planet they’re willing to destroy next.
It’s always a drag having to leave my work to go to the job. Looking forward to lunch break.
One day no more.
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A friend recommended this book, I just read the introduction and it’s got my attention. My creativity is blocked and I have to unblock it as soon as possible. Being a corporate wage slave has been and continues to push my creativity further back into my psyche but I know it’s salvageable – I can feel it. I just don’t know how go about it on my own. I’ve been an unappreciated cog, so describes my compensation, that I’ve been neglecting the part of me that is most natural. This book is so reasonably priced that it’s worth a shot.
It tried its best.
Carried me and my bullshit.
Two years. More or less.
Mechanic, just today!
“drive it til it clunks out on you.”
No fixing the rattle.
Needs an engine transplant.
10 east, off ramp.
Sharp curve rolling stop.
Gas, there’s that rattle.
Louder? Radio off.
Louder. Damn it.
More pedal…shit, it’s loud.
Round my corner.
Rattle turned Clunk.
I don’t think so.
Lack of funds.
270,000+ miles a full life.
Currently reading: The Ice Hotel by MC Foley
President of United States Incorporated. Tonald Drump.