Stress

You probably noticed that last week was a bad week for blogging. It’s because of stress, and not just the shopping season.

We hired 15 people at Costco. At least six of them are quitting. My hours were cut from 40 to 34. But the supervisors decided to put me on the Front End, which aggravated my knee–it had been feeling a lot better–and kept putting people who have no idea what to do at the doors in Member Service. The paperwork is a total mess, the door counts are off, people forget to put in the half hour counts and don’t reset the counter, they don’t call current counts at all, and the exit door gets constantly backed up to the Food Court.

Sunday the line to get out of the building kept backing up and I just laughed while I repacked the members’ carts. I started singing “Not my problem!” to the tune of “Hallelujah” from Handel’s “Messiah”.

Petty? Yeah, probably. Did I give a damn? No. No, I absolutely did not.

I’m absolutely stressed. I’m also done. Just outright DONE. With everything.

Management has gone completely toxic, the supervisors don’t know what they’re doing, the schedule is a complete disaster, we’re losing employees because of this bullshit, and nothing seems to be getting any better. There’s rampant favoritism, backstabbing and the like in every department. I quite literally don’t want to be in the building most days. Hell, I don’t want to sit in the break room, either; I’m thinking that if I do go in early again, I’ll sit in the mother’s room and hide. I don’t want anyone to know that I’m there.

There’s been no announcement for next BotCon. I hope it comes soon. I need something to keep me sane at work. Because if this keeps up, I don’t know how long I can take 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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