Catching Up

Friday could best be described as a nightmare, at least at the very start. Apparently, we had two call ins at the door, so it was only Brenda and myself for a good portion of the day. We were also busy during the morning hours; we had counts of 175 and 212 until 17:30. I don’t know why it was so busy, but I did see a lot of special order cakes, snacks, cookout essentials, and beverages leaving the building. Graduation parties, I’d guess. But things did slow a bit in the evening.

Saturday could best be described as steady: we had counts in the high 100s and low 200s for the better part of the day. Things didn’t get too terribly backed up at the exit door and most of the members were fairly relaxed. So it wasn’t an awful day, by any stretch of the imagination. It was just average, honestly. Not good, not bad. Just average.

I split my time between the front end and the doors, which wasn’t awful. I didn’t have to work with Theresa, so that’s a definite plus. Most of the cashiers I was paired with were friendly enough. I’m fine with assisting if I’m paired with a decent cashier. Getting stuck with someone like Theresa is tantamount to being stuck in hell, to be honest. The less I see of her, the better.

It’s not just her attitude, either. Theresa absolutely sucks at her job. She’s far too fast and lacks accuracy. If you try to actually help her, she will get frustrated at you and claim that you “caused her to lose count” of the items in the cart or on the belt. If you back off, she’ll get just as pissy, saying that you’re not helping her enough. She double scans a lot of items, doesn’t double check the receipt and then blames either the machine or her assistant.

She also gets nailed with a lot of door audits. I’ve caught her at least twice in the same day. Again, she either claims it’s the register’s fault or it’s her assistant. But she’s the only one scanning the items.

Working–if you can call it that–with Theresa is hell. I’ve only done it twice and I don’t want to ever do it again. She’s terrible. Hell, she makes me look like a Four Star Cashier and I never got that honor at Walmart!

To be a Four Star Cashier at Walmart you had to be fast, accurate, friendly, and not have any complaints or criticism lodged against you. Basically, you had to be absolutely and utterly perfect, which was damn near impossible and the cashiers that got the honor were the same ones who got the highest raises at their yearly reviews. In other words, they were the ones who smooched management’s ass.

I didn’t. So I never got the burgundy vest. It didn’t bother me because I’m not all that concerned about what amounts to a popularity contest. But I digress.

Thankfully, I don’t often get stuck with Theresa. I’m hoping it doesn’t happen again. Ever.

Sunday was a day off for me, which was fairly unusual. Normally, I work the entire weekend, but Monday was Memorial Day, which is a paid holiday, so we all had an extra day off from work. So I basically just got to relax at home. Prime and I don’t often get days off together, so this was a nice change of pace. But it’s going to make next week seem a lot longer.

But it’s June. Not long until BotCon. I think I can make it.

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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