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impy When was someone gonna point out that menopause/perimenopause flooding is a thing?! Ugh. It's so gross, I hate it. We didn't need to do a fire sale on my period, body. I promise, I'm good. We can go back to that not having one for awhile, k? And by awhile, I think at this point I'm okay with it just never coming back after this. You sent it off in style! And by style I mean I would not be surprised if crime scenes were less graphic. o_O
Made it through last week at work by basically bullying myself and repeating "holiday pay, holiday pay, and also maybe Tony's right and we get the "sucks to suck, 24 hour store employees" bonus" over and over.
Did I update you on Thanksgiving shenanigans? I don't think I did.
So, a new overnight SFL was supposed to work Thursday onward, but this same guy also BEGGED to start his overnights the week before and then we never saw him, even though he was on the schedule for Wed-Sun. Any attempts to find out if he'd spoken to anyone at the store were met with "dunno, but hope not." We're down to basically a skeleton crew, again (still?) for SFLs and two of those were in Atlanta for the holiday. I was surprised when I walked in and saw Z's name on the task list as she always gave strong "no 3rd shift" vibes. She shows up late (ish?) and at some point after she came in, she kinda hinted that she was a little drunk/hungover. I wasn't sure if she was joking because she seemed sleepy but fine. Around 2:20am, I paged her because some skank ran out of the store, leaving a trail of stuff in her wake. I'm really not sure WTF happened, only that I heard thumps, went to see and found a bunch of boxes of condoms and makeup and other stuff in front of the door and then outside going around the building. I asked Z if she'd seen anyone and she said no, but since it took her a good solid 5 minutes to answer the page, I was pretty sure she hadn't been on the sales floor anyway. She tells me she's going on a 15 and heads outside.
Btw, Thanksgiving night got COLD (for us), so I figured maybe she was doing the shock to your system/smoke wakeup thing and didn't think too much of it. Until I realized we were getting awfully close to my lunch time and I hadn't seen her. Lunch comes and goes and I'm a little miffed, but I'm working on a project, so I decide I probably misunderstood her and she said a 30, which would still be over but not by that much. At some point I have to run to the bathroom and I chance it, after telling the only customer I see that I'll brb.
To keep this relatively short, I eventually go outside and realize there are maybe 5 cars in the lot that could be hers and I can't see her in any of them, but there's a couple of options that have really heavily tinted windows and one where I can see someone who could maaaaaaaaaaybe be her but I don't think so. I'm not about to knock on a stranger's door though because we're located at the corner of crazy and shoot first, ask questions never, my riiiiiiiiiiiiiights. So yeah, no.
I'm beyond pissed at this point because she's been gone for hours and I'd be willing to bet good money she was asleep in the store prior to that, or at least on her phone not actually working. I'm also hungry and realizing that oh, shit, period has kicked in and might be trying to go for high gear. I ask Tony if he's seen her and he says no, I lay out the likelihood that she's asleep in her car outside and he asks if I want to go knock on the doors. Nope. In the meantime, we're down to three cars, only one of which definitely has someone in it, and he's pretty sure that's her. It's also the car with the most heavily tinted windows so you can't see shit. He sets his car alarm off, sees the person in the car get up and we applaud ourselves and wait for her to come in.
It's damn near 6am when we go from "I really should've run to the bathroom" to "I'm just going straight home ASAP" as I wait for Sam to arrive, or Z to come back in and ... yeah. Sam comes up after a much longer wait than I could really afford, I explain the situation as "Z's asleep outside, we tried waking her, it didn't work, I really gotta go before I die." Because I feel godawful at this point. I run to the back, hit the bathroom, clock out, and then head up front where Sam tells me that wasn't Z in the car.
FUCK. So I drop my stuff off in the car and go check the other vehicles in the parking lot, only to come up empty. DOUBLE FUCK. I call the SM on my way back inside and get voicemail. I leave one and then send a text basically saying we lost Z, Sam's here, I clocked out already before I knew Z was gone, wtf does he want done? Once inside, I realize all our customers are in line, so I tell Sam we're gonna ring these nice people up, close the doors, and then figure it out. We get lucky that no one new comes in, but the registers are SO SLOW at that point that in the time it takes to even log back in on my register, Sam's finished with ringing up the last customer, so I go lock the doors and she texts/calls the ESM. We go tell Tony what's up, go look at the schedule and realize Z is the only SFL on the schedule ALL DAY. I'd known no one was scheduled for the morning but figured that meant the SM was gonna work (he was) but he wasn't gonna be in til 7:30 at the earliest. o_O So Sam and I see the schedule and echange A LOOK and eventually decide that
a) she's just gonna work on totes til someone comes in, and texts her morning coworkers to just call/text when they're here and she'll let them in and
b) she doesn't need me to stay, which is good since I'm not clocked in officially (I did make sure the SM knew when I did actually leave/stop working though) and also about three steps after I showed her how to lock the door and double checked it was locked, period slammed into me.
tl;dr- My overnight SFL ditched me at some point overnight but didn't tell me, so I spent the rest of my shift without any backup and clocked out without realizing I'd need to be there another half an hour to figure out shit.
I'm still not sure which scenario I'm more inclined to believe:
1) she WAS in the car that disappeared before 5am, but woke up and either decided "fuck it" or was so out of it that she didn't remember WHY she was still at work and just... left
2) she left as soon as she went outside.
So. Yeah. Thanksgiving. Other than that, it wasn't bad at work. About the time the temps really took a nose dive, things got relatively quiet and had I known she ditched me, I could've closed and finished my project and not worried about bathroom issues which would've been heaven.
Sigh.
Hungry and headache-y, so we'll discuss indie polish sales wank later.
Made it through last week at work by basically bullying myself and repeating "holiday pay, holiday pay, and also maybe Tony's right and we get the "sucks to suck, 24 hour store employees" bonus" over and over.
Did I update you on Thanksgiving shenanigans? I don't think I did.
So, a new overnight SFL was supposed to work Thursday onward, but this same guy also BEGGED to start his overnights the week before and then we never saw him, even though he was on the schedule for Wed-Sun. Any attempts to find out if he'd spoken to anyone at the store were met with "dunno, but hope not." We're down to basically a skeleton crew, again (still?) for SFLs and two of those were in Atlanta for the holiday. I was surprised when I walked in and saw Z's name on the task list as she always gave strong "no 3rd shift" vibes. She shows up late (ish?) and at some point after she came in, she kinda hinted that she was a little drunk/hungover. I wasn't sure if she was joking because she seemed sleepy but fine. Around 2:20am, I paged her because some skank ran out of the store, leaving a trail of stuff in her wake. I'm really not sure WTF happened, only that I heard thumps, went to see and found a bunch of boxes of condoms and makeup and other stuff in front of the door and then outside going around the building. I asked Z if she'd seen anyone and she said no, but since it took her a good solid 5 minutes to answer the page, I was pretty sure she hadn't been on the sales floor anyway. She tells me she's going on a 15 and heads outside.
Btw, Thanksgiving night got COLD (for us), so I figured maybe she was doing the shock to your system/smoke wakeup thing and didn't think too much of it. Until I realized we were getting awfully close to my lunch time and I hadn't seen her. Lunch comes and goes and I'm a little miffed, but I'm working on a project, so I decide I probably misunderstood her and she said a 30, which would still be over but not by that much. At some point I have to run to the bathroom and I chance it, after telling the only customer I see that I'll brb.
To keep this relatively short, I eventually go outside and realize there are maybe 5 cars in the lot that could be hers and I can't see her in any of them, but there's a couple of options that have really heavily tinted windows and one where I can see someone who could maaaaaaaaaaybe be her but I don't think so. I'm not about to knock on a stranger's door though because we're located at the corner of crazy and shoot first, ask questions never, my riiiiiiiiiiiiiights. So yeah, no.
I'm beyond pissed at this point because she's been gone for hours and I'd be willing to bet good money she was asleep in the store prior to that, or at least on her phone not actually working. I'm also hungry and realizing that oh, shit, period has kicked in and might be trying to go for high gear. I ask Tony if he's seen her and he says no, I lay out the likelihood that she's asleep in her car outside and he asks if I want to go knock on the doors. Nope. In the meantime, we're down to three cars, only one of which definitely has someone in it, and he's pretty sure that's her. It's also the car with the most heavily tinted windows so you can't see shit. He sets his car alarm off, sees the person in the car get up and we applaud ourselves and wait for her to come in.
It's damn near 6am when we go from "I really should've run to the bathroom" to "I'm just going straight home ASAP" as I wait for Sam to arrive, or Z to come back in and ... yeah. Sam comes up after a much longer wait than I could really afford, I explain the situation as "Z's asleep outside, we tried waking her, it didn't work, I really gotta go before I die." Because I feel godawful at this point. I run to the back, hit the bathroom, clock out, and then head up front where Sam tells me that wasn't Z in the car.
FUCK. So I drop my stuff off in the car and go check the other vehicles in the parking lot, only to come up empty. DOUBLE FUCK. I call the SM on my way back inside and get voicemail. I leave one and then send a text basically saying we lost Z, Sam's here, I clocked out already before I knew Z was gone, wtf does he want done? Once inside, I realize all our customers are in line, so I tell Sam we're gonna ring these nice people up, close the doors, and then figure it out. We get lucky that no one new comes in, but the registers are SO SLOW at that point that in the time it takes to even log back in on my register, Sam's finished with ringing up the last customer, so I go lock the doors and she texts/calls the ESM. We go tell Tony what's up, go look at the schedule and realize Z is the only SFL on the schedule ALL DAY. I'd known no one was scheduled for the morning but figured that meant the SM was gonna work (he was) but he wasn't gonna be in til 7:30 at the earliest. o_O So Sam and I see the schedule and echange A LOOK and eventually decide that
a) she's just gonna work on totes til someone comes in, and texts her morning coworkers to just call/text when they're here and she'll let them in and
b) she doesn't need me to stay, which is good since I'm not clocked in officially (I did make sure the SM knew when I did actually leave/stop working though) and also about three steps after I showed her how to lock the door and double checked it was locked, period slammed into me.
tl;dr- My overnight SFL ditched me at some point overnight but didn't tell me, so I spent the rest of my shift without any backup and clocked out without realizing I'd need to be there another half an hour to figure out shit.
I'm still not sure which scenario I'm more inclined to believe:
1) she WAS in the car that disappeared before 5am, but woke up and either decided "fuck it" or was so out of it that she didn't remember WHY she was still at work and just... left
2) she left as soon as she went outside.
So. Yeah. Thanksgiving. Other than that, it wasn't bad at work. About the time the temps really took a nose dive, things got relatively quiet and had I known she ditched me, I could've closed and finished my project and not worried about bathroom issues which would've been heaven.
Sigh.
Hungry and headache-y, so we'll discuss indie polish sales wank later.