Conflicted

Today was decent enough. My time was split between the door and the front end. I actually didn’t mind it; I could cool off by the door and the cashier I worked with was actually a decent guy, so it wasn’t so awful. That sort of thing I can stand. It’s working with cashiers like Gloria that drives me nuts. (Gloria has zero chill and is a Trump supporter. I can’t say that I get along with her.)

This Sunday is Wiesia’s last day. I won’t be there, as I have the weekend off and I’ll be in Milwaukee for a pair of Brewers games. But I’ll see her tomorrow and Friday.

Wiesia has said that she’s got mixed feelings on moving. I have the same. I’m more than a little conflicted about the whole thing. On one hand, Wiesia could be stubborn and temperamental. Hell, there was at least one day that she just about drove me to tears with the way she was behaving! Then there were other days she was fine.

Like I said, conflicted. There’s no easy way to put it.

In a few weeks, Brenda will be back. So we’ll have someone to cover Wiesia’s shifts. I have no idea how much longer we’ll have Mary; she’s cut her hours to the bare minimum. Jeb is in school, so I doubt he’s going to stay at Costco. He’s going for a degree so I’m sure he’d rather get a job in his field. Gigi wants minimal hours and she’s getting exhausted from the lack of communication and rampant favoritism. My instincts are telling me that we’re going to lose more people.

It’s practically a revolving door. I don’t know if it’s going to get better.

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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