Workin’ for the Weekend Redux

I kept it light yesterday because I was stressed. Good lord, I was stressed. Sunday had been a meh day overall, but Saturday was a nightmare.

Saturday started off badly; I had to go in early because Prime had to be in at 7. So I wasn’t in the best mood to begin with, but it got worse. I had decided to take one of those “cakes in a cup” to work and the damn thing popped open, so I had flour inside my backpack. Not cool and a pain in the ass to clean. Then, I had to clock in and things really went to hell.

There had been a call in at the door. So there were only two people down there, which isn’t enough on a Saturday. Remember, we have walks to do, breaks and lunches to run, the usual. So I was sent to the door to help.

There were only two people down there all day. I should have been there for the rest of my shift. But every time I went on break, I was pulled to the front end afterwards. Which left them shorthanded at the door.

Hell, I almost ended up stuck on the front end after lunch until my coworker mentioned that she would be BY HERSELF after 16:00. That’s when the supervisor pulled her head out and sent me back down. But that was the second time that bullshit happened.

It didn’t happen a third. I didn’t check in after my last break. I just went back to the door. For reasons. Namely, I was there until 19:00 and would be the only one able to do the 18:00 walk. I planned for it. I even set myself up to be ready to grab the paperwork and take off after I shut the entrance door.

I was planning on staying at the entrance and calling for help on the exit, with that person staying there as I shut and locked the door, tallied up the numbers on the door count sheet, and grabbed the clipboard for the last walk. It would be easy, right?

Nope. I called for assistance for the EXIT door and was sent someone who only knew the ENTRANCE. So yeah, I had to stay at the exit door until everyone else had left, then had twenty minutes to squeeze in the last walk and file the paperwork. Holy fuck.

But here’s the thing: I wasn’t the only one dealing with this kind of shit. Literally the entire store had to deal with this. Multiple people were yanked from their departments and placed elsewhere because we had no coverage. Pharmacy had to pull from the front end. Optical had someone closing the department who had never closed before. Clothing kept calling for help. And we only had three people at the door for the entire day!

My coworker who was shoved in Optical said that Saturday was the second time that week she had broken down crying. Her anxiety was through the roof. Nearly everyone was saying as they left, “Fuck this shit!” No one was happy. Everyone was at wit’s end. Hell, it’s been almost three days since that shit show and I still feel mentally and physically exhausted! It was that bad.

Right now, we’re doing our seasonal hiring. If shit keeps up like this, not one of them are going to make it through November, let alone the Christmas season. We are absolutely screwed right now.

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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