Depending on how tired I am, I might just say “Screw it” and smear that on some toast. It couldn’t hurt.
Sunday was absolute garbage. I am not kidding about this. We are talking about the perfect shitty end to a perfect shitty week. I had a member run out the door and avoid me, saying that it wasn’t my job to check his receipt and he “didn’t consent”–what are the odds that this paler jackass likes to claim he’s a sovereign citizen?–and bolt to the parking lot, which makes me wonder what he possibly stole. Yeah, at that point, I wanted to pitch my Sharpie across the vestibule and scream, “Fuck this shit!” I was that pissed. But it gets better.
I ran into one of the maintenance guys on the 17:00 procedure–for argument’s sake we’ll call him Montgomery–and we chatted about our shitty weeks. Apparently, Montgomery was the only maintenance person on duty Saturday and he was stressed enough to nearly break down in tears. Saturday is always busy and there’s always a lot of spills and other cleaning to try and handle, so it was an absolute nightmare for him. The schedule in his area is utter shite; no one seems to have the first clue how to put a coherent schedule together and it shows. On top of that, the store seems unwilling to hire anyone and we’re short-staffed. Like majorly short-staffed. So yeah, it’s not just my department; it looks like it’s storewide.
Then I told him about my situation. His jaw dropped, because as he put it, the whole thing seemed off, considering the timing. In fact, it looks spectacularly bad, as it’s been seven weeks since Dennis died.
Oh yeah, notWiesia was timing this shit. Ain’t she a peach?
If I’m moved, that will be yet another person gone, bringing the total number of vacancies to five. Karen is in South Dakota. Dennis is gone. Crystal has another job. Wiesia herself is on a leave; it may be medically related. Then there’s me.
Five people, gone. With something like seventy-two days until Christmas. Welcome to the shitshow, everyone. Hope you have a good seat.