Normally, I’d have a Weekly Reader post up today but it’s been a difficult week so I decided to skip it this week. It’ll be back again next week.
Today went straight to stupid because of one damn person: my coworker Mary.
Okay, so one of my coworkers, Jed, wasn’t feeling well; he’s on a new medication and he ended up with a headache and a general feeling of not quite being “right”. So, he wanted to go home and I couldn’t blame him. He asked me some questions about our sickness policy, and I did my best to answer them. After a little bit, he called over a supervisor and left for the day. As I said, I couldn’t blame him.
I took over on the entrance door, which left Mary on the exit. Our door counts had been high but not spectacular; the last one was 150. So it was busy but not nearly as bad as last week.
When Wiesia and Kathy came back to the door, Mary decided to go on the 14:00 procedure. But not before ranting at me.
To spare you the details, Mary wanted Jed to stay longer until Wiesia or Kathy came back because it “wasn’t fair” for her to be on the exit door alone with numbers that high. Oh, and we couldn’t talk or anything because Cassi would drag one of us up front.
Okay, Cassi does that shit constantly. All of the managers do because they haven’t been on the doors and don’t know how it runs. I’m serious: multiple managers think that we only need two people, one on each side, down there. Cassi is the biggest offender but others do the exact same thing. It’s because of shitty communication. But the bigger issue was the first.
Quite literally, on multiple fucking weekends, with door counts of 200+, I have been on the exit door by myself. That’s not including all the times where I was the only one at the door who knew how to do the procedures and had to do every single one of them. All of them. Which meant I was doing anywhere from four to seven of the damn things! Hell, Prime picked me up on those days and he could tell I was exhausted; it literally hurt just getting into Skids!
So no, I was not impressed with her fucking temper tantrum, because that’s all it was; she was acting like a four year old who didn’t get the red lollipop she wanted. Before you ask: no, I will not insist on anyone staying, especially if they’re sick. Fuck that. Sick people need to go home and rest. End of discussion. Anything other than that is Walmart level bullshit and I am not here for it.
No, I have never liked Mary. She’s always been overbearing, nosy, and about as sharp as a brick. She’s the one who threw a fit and got a new hire terminated because the poor girl smacked her water down. She’s the one who, on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving several years ago, left the entrance door to order me to rush through a line of members. We had just opened and the opening door count was over 300! It didn’t help that I was THE ONLY ONE ON THE EXIT DOOR but fuck me, I guess.
Yes, Mary is a complete pain in the ass. I can’t stand her. I never could. Everything about her rubbed me the wrong way. But some good may come from this.
Mary has cut her hours to absolute bare minimum. She won’t work more than 29 hours a week. Because she’s taking Social Security already and if she works too much, her check will get eaten up by taxes. Why is this a good thing?
If she’s taking Social Security, she’s probably going to retire soon. Which means I won’t have to deal with her. Trust me, after today, that retirement can’t come soon enough.
Iacon East 