This weekend was busy and frustrating. Although Sunday wasn’t terribly irritating, Saturday was a nightmare.
We had a grand total of three people at the door on Saturday, until I came in at 11:00. Now, three people is more than enough on a weekday, but on Saturday, it isn’t. We need a minimum of four: one at the entrance, two at the exit, and a fourth to cover breaks and procedures. So, once I got to work, everything should have been fine.
It wasn’t. At least twice I was yanked to the front end to assist. This was after I had asked the supervisor–Cassi–to check in with everyone at the door.
This is not the first time she’s done this. It’s a pattern with her. The way she runs the board is ridiculous. It’s chaotic at best. At worst? It’s an absolute nightmare; assistants are bounced from cashier to cashier, no one stays in one place for more than a few minutes. Assistants are sent out to push carts and forgotten. Breaks are never run on time. It’s an absolute mess. But it only happens when Cassi runs things.
It’s exhausting. Mentally and physically taxing. I don’t know how much longer I can deal with it.
On a brighter note, my vacation is coming up very soon. I need to get my suitcase together, gather up my masks, make sure that our toiletries bag is ready, etc. Don’t worry, I won’t be going out without my mask. I’m fully vaccinated but I’m taking every precaution. Masking up has kept me safe for this long. Of course, it helps that I wear two.
One more week. I think I can make it that far. Wish me luck.