Today was quiet, for a change. But we were badly understaffed throughout the day. I have to wonder if the last two procedures for today were even done; I left at 19:00 and the closer/lot duty person called in today. We do have a number of Front End assistants who were trained to monitor the doors, but I don’t think they were ever shown how to do the walks. As for Lot Duty, they probably pulled a manager or something. I honestly have no idea.
Yeah, the schedule is a mess. Things are chaotic at best. Instead of only 24 hours, I’m getting 33 this week; the next three days are eight hour stretches. Like I told Prime, my hours get cut for a few weeks, then I’m back to around 32 hours a week because I’m one of the few that show the hell up every single day. I may not be a full timer, but I’m certainly there often enough. There’s something to be said about my loyalty.
We have another positive Covid case. This one was from the Food Court, so my chances of exposure are rather slim. I haven’t been getting my lunch, or anything to drink, from the Food Court, so I doubt that I was in close proximity to this person. But it still bothers me.
Management doesn’t tell us. They simply slap a letter up in the break room and call it good. At first, they were actually speaking to us but now, it’s just a posted letter and that’s all.
I don’t know how well I’m handling this. On the surface, I seem fine but just underneath, my anxiety is going mad. There have been days where I’ve come home and just started sobbing; I’m that overwhelmed. Prime manages to pull me out of the funk and Lulu helps keep me calm but every day it seems to get a little bit harder.
I keep telling myself that the vaccine is on it’s way. But I’m still terrified.
At least we have a plan now. We were flying blind for the last year and look where that got us. It’s too bad those 400,000+ Americans weren’t fetuses; the GOP might be sussed to get off their asses and take this shit seriously then.