I’m surprised it didn’t happen this weekend.
On Saturday evening, as I waited for Prime, I got to chat with one of my co-workers, since she was doing Lot Duty. I learned a few things, I tell you.
Apparently, one of our co-workers has transferred to the gas station, as she wants to avoid COVID-19. I don’t blame her, as our store seems to be rolling back a good number of the safety precautions we had in place. So that’s one less person at the doors. But, it seems that someone else may have gotten her position, maybe. It’s still not entirely clear. But then things got interesting.
It seems that at least two of my co-workers thought it was unfair that Dennis and I didn’t have Lot Duty. And they complained about it. Loudly. But here’s the thing: Dennis was in a wheelchair. He literally couldn’t drive. There was no way he could get a driver’s license. And yet these two thought it was so unfair that he didn’t have Lot Duty!
Think about it. Seriously. These people were that upset over someone who was exempted from Lot Duty because he was fucking disabled. Holy shit, I can’t even with this. I can’t.
Now, one of those co-workers is no longer at my store, but the other one is and she’s still starting shit. Apparently, she and the other full timer are looking at the schedule and complaining about other people’s hours. You’re reading that right: they are looking at everyone else’s schedules and they’re getting assmad if they think someone else is getting better shifts! I’m starting to wonder just how old these people really are…
Oh, and our two newest hires don’t want to be by the doors anymore. They think it’s boring and they’d rather cashier. In one case it’s absolutely hilarious because she was handed that position by management before she even made her ninety days, which pissed off a lot of other people because they had been with the company longer. It’s ridiculous.
It’s an absolute cluster. That’s putting it nicely. I can only hope that it gets better; we did have one of the most obnoxious managers step down and become a forklift driver, so I don’t have to deal with him. (The guy gave me anxiety attacks on two different occasions and lied his ass off to try and get me in trouble. Fuck him and the jackass he rode in on.)
It can only get better from here. I hope.
