Floaters

A million days, a million dollars.

I mentioned that yesterday was an absolute dumpster fire of a day. Well, today wasn’t much better. Let me start with Tuesday.

Tuesday morning I was due in at 9:00; I was supposed to be the second person at the door, after our opener. I was pretty much expecting it to simply be myself and Georgia until around 11:00, as that’s usually when we get our next person. We have a walk to do at 11, there’s at least one break, if not two, so that’s when we need coverage.

No one showed up at 11:00. We had to call the Front End to get someone down there. Apparently, we weren’t getting anyone else until 14:45!

There was a tiny problem with that: Georgia was done by 14:00 and I would need my lunch before then, as 14:00 was my fifth hour. But never fear! We would have coverage at 14:45!

Except we didn’t. No one showed up. No one walked in the door and said they were Member Service. Quite literally, it had been Georgia and I for that entire day!

Did I mention that I was done at 17:30? Because that pretty much left no one there to do any of the later procedures. But that wasn’t my problem.

Yeah, we pretty much had Front End Assistants at the door until I was done at 17:30. Oh, and I was the only one who did the walks from 14:00 to 17:00.

Four procedures. Back to back. Two short and two long. My knees were shrieking by the time I was done yesterday and multiple times, I wanted to cry. It was terrible. Hell, I told Prime that yesterday was little more than hot garbage juice and I just wanted to go home. It was awful. But I figured that tomorrow would be better!

It really wasn’t. Not by much.

Today, we had enough people at the start of the day, but we got pared down to only two by the end of the day. Even worse? One of the managers kept trying to drag me up front for whatever dumbass reason. Apparently, door counts over 160 didn’t need two people at the exit door and I was needed up front.

Yeah, I get dragged up there and literally ten seconds later, I have to run back to the exit door. Because the line of members trying to leave the store got backed up all the way to the registers.

Yeah, I wasn’t asked again. I wonder why. 🙄

Just like yesterday, we were supposed to have someone come in for Lot Duty but no one ever showed. I have no idea who might be out in the lot tonight. I honestly don’t care, either.

Whoever the hell is making the schedule out is a dipshidiot, because they’ve completely screwed up the one for the doors and apparently, they did the same for Front End today. They kept trying to yank people from other areas of the store to help with Front End, but there was no one around to help. Instead, other departments were left short-handed and scrambling for help.

We’re hiring more people but I don’t think it’s going to help. If the scheduling situation doesn’t change, the new hires are going to burn out, get fed up, and leave. Then we’ll be back to square one.

But what the hell do I know? I just work there. And pay some damn attention to what’s going on around me.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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