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Apr. 28th, 2025 12:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyBeen quiet because I've spent most of the last two weeks trying to help kinda train a new overnight SFL, and the one night I wasn't semi training (as much as one can when one is a minion), I was literally fighting fixtures in an attempt to reset a section. I still have NFC how one actually is supposed to move the bars for the hair needs section because eventually A and I literally shook them (hence the fighting) til they came out and even then it was almost always a two person job.
New to the overnight SFL is nice but she sets off my anxiety with her own. Like she spent an hour complaining about not knowing how she was going to get something done and it was like, ma'am, in that time you could've been halfway through the task. I get that bitching is an important part of the job (it really is. Spite fuels me.) but some things cannot be avoided.
I also learned that some things should not be avoided. One week she took the frozen/cooler stuff in and took all the stuff off the uboats inside their respective areas even though she wasn't putting them up on the shelves. The following week she was going to just push the uboats in, which made sense to me, until I learned that pushing three uboats FULL of frozen stuff is impossible when
a) Coke hasn't pushed their cases of products back far enough
b) the freezer floor buckles in FOUR GODDAMN PLACES
My arms and shoulder have still not recovered from trying to shove two uboats uphill over those four spots of doom. Both K and I nearly tripped and fell over the floor buckling places so what the actual fuck, work? And this was while the freezer was mostly empty, so imagine it when it's full with ice and food? The fuck?
It was empty, btw, because the freezer died. I don't think they actually fixed it properly either.
Anyway, I'm also a little miffed because for the week that just ended, I put up the candy/food totes that come in on the same truck as the freezer/cooler stuff. No one touched them, like at all, so I went ahead and grabbed them and not the uboats of boxed stuff because I fucking hate doing the uboats. All our uboats suck to move and I just get more done when I do the totes. Like each night I fucking completed the totes of each time I set out to do but had I been doing the uboats, I wouldn't have finished either one on either night. Part of that is because the totes are easier to sort and put out for me and part of it is because I don't have that psychological block on them that I do for the fullcase.
Also also, Miss L on dayshift has laid claim to doing the candy uboats for YEARS. Like this woman will not run register unless physically forced but let her loose on the candy uboats and she's happy as a clam. Why the fuck would I do her work? Work she seems to actively enjoy/WANTS to do, and that everyone else expects her to do and that she seems to do relatively well and definitely would do faster than I would? But K got bitched out for not having me do the uboats instead of the totes. The fuck? I read the notes each night and each night it said have me work on McLane. It didn't specify what part, or how much, just to work on it. So the first night I finished all 16 green totes and the second night I did the rest of the 7-10 red totes, after already starting on those the previous night, too. And it was a Friday night which is our busiest night, paired with the gas station across the street sending everyone over who wanted cold drinks when their cooler died. THE. FUCK.
I'm not a mindreader and I don't think K is. It's entirely probable I'm reading too much into this as K wasn't blaming me, nor did it sound like A or G was, but if G leaves notes that say one thing, and we do that one thing, A needs to step off.
I do suspect part of the problem was less what I did/didn't do (suck it, I did my work and I'd choose the same way again) and more that K isn't able to go through the totes as fast as A can these days, but do you know how long it took for her to reach that point? Months! Like she didn't hit that until she'd been here for more than a year. Hell, I don't think she reached that point until a few months ago, and we're coming up on her second anniversary I think. Maybe third. Need to remember how far about her youngest is from the youngest goddaughter. Point is, it takes time and third shift is just two people dealing with the drunks and extra crazies that don't come out during the day. I know for a damn fact that the weirdness is higher overnight because when C went back to days after about a decade of third shift, she commented on the lack of crazy MULTIPLE times. So K needs to learn her way around the store more and the universe needs to stop undermining me because JUST when I'd convinced her to stop working on the absolute hardest totes first and put the stuff she can't do as fast to the side, we get a message to stop doing just that.
Ms. Store Manager, ma'am. You cannot have this both ways. You can't have her do the totes as they come and expect it to go as fast as it would if you would let someone SORT THE GODDAMN TOTES. I do not know why our store stopped sorting them as it made things go SO MUCH FASTER. I really think it only stopped when our store hit below a skeleton crew last fall (specifically when Am and Ch left) and the trucks backed up for months. As it is? There's enough room to sort that shit as it comes in. I don't care if you sort it on the floor, throw it on uboats, put it back on the dollies, but dude, make it so you can just give the food totes to the front register people, grab the cough and cold/meds easy peasy, and save cos wall til last because doing those 8 takes as long as doing pretty much the other totes combined. But no, don't cherry pick. Like yeah, it's not fair to have someone just do all the easy, barely anything in them totes, but if I'm risking getting a concussion grabbing the totes on the stack that are highest, yeah, I'm gonna put those up if they're easy, and put them to the side if they tried to kill me because FUCK the dumbfuck who decided to put a really heavy tote on the top of the stack. Fuck them sideways with a rusty chainsaw, k? It makes no sense to me to make someone suffer through one really hard for them tote when they could put that one to the side and do the next five really easily. Like most people hate doing vitamins, so those get pushed to the side for last, along with cos wall. But that means that 20 other totes get done instead of suffering through 6. You're coming out ahead. I just... the fuck is wrong with people. It's also entirely possible that this is a case of one shift going out of their way to fuck other people over by doing the least amount possible and that I'm looking at it with logic and logic does not exist.
Anyway, newbie means well but I think got broken over the holidays and has reached burn out and has not yet had third shift fill them with hope. Probably because third shift is getting way too much pressure for how small it currently is.
Oh! And did I mention that apparently the other 24 hour store got robbed and our phones up front haven't worked for the better part of a month now? I feel so safe.
So... I come home, will my knee into working again (this is hit or miss), and basically disassociate until I go to bed.
I did hit up the Holo Taco sale Saturday. Got the new collection because with LE HT one could always, in theory, destash if one doesn't like. And I don't think I dislike any of the polishes and I'm super intrigued by the orange and the pink. (Disco Inferno and Bless Your Heart, both of which also have great names.) I was relatively restrained on the rest of my order, opting to pick up a few colors that have been haunting me, the Born Ugly shade because it was still available, and some base coats. Peely to try and use to stop bleeding on some purple polishes from other brands, the pink smoothing base because it was a reward and thus free, the hand cream because I was curious, and the clean up brush because it's the one HT tool I've heard people say is worth the markup. Some orders come in and look beautiful together... some will look ugly as fuck. That's gonna be this one, honestly. But there will be some pretties and hopefully some useful stuff.
Finished that e-arc of a book from LT that was driving me bonkers. I hate it when I want to know how the story ends but want to kill the main character.
New to the overnight SFL is nice but she sets off my anxiety with her own. Like she spent an hour complaining about not knowing how she was going to get something done and it was like, ma'am, in that time you could've been halfway through the task. I get that bitching is an important part of the job (it really is. Spite fuels me.) but some things cannot be avoided.
I also learned that some things should not be avoided. One week she took the frozen/cooler stuff in and took all the stuff off the uboats inside their respective areas even though she wasn't putting them up on the shelves. The following week she was going to just push the uboats in, which made sense to me, until I learned that pushing three uboats FULL of frozen stuff is impossible when
a) Coke hasn't pushed their cases of products back far enough
b) the freezer floor buckles in FOUR GODDAMN PLACES
My arms and shoulder have still not recovered from trying to shove two uboats uphill over those four spots of doom. Both K and I nearly tripped and fell over the floor buckling places so what the actual fuck, work? And this was while the freezer was mostly empty, so imagine it when it's full with ice and food? The fuck?
It was empty, btw, because the freezer died. I don't think they actually fixed it properly either.
Anyway, I'm also a little miffed because for the week that just ended, I put up the candy/food totes that come in on the same truck as the freezer/cooler stuff. No one touched them, like at all, so I went ahead and grabbed them and not the uboats of boxed stuff because I fucking hate doing the uboats. All our uboats suck to move and I just get more done when I do the totes. Like each night I fucking completed the totes of each time I set out to do but had I been doing the uboats, I wouldn't have finished either one on either night. Part of that is because the totes are easier to sort and put out for me and part of it is because I don't have that psychological block on them that I do for the fullcase.
Also also, Miss L on dayshift has laid claim to doing the candy uboats for YEARS. Like this woman will not run register unless physically forced but let her loose on the candy uboats and she's happy as a clam. Why the fuck would I do her work? Work she seems to actively enjoy/WANTS to do, and that everyone else expects her to do and that she seems to do relatively well and definitely would do faster than I would? But K got bitched out for not having me do the uboats instead of the totes. The fuck? I read the notes each night and each night it said have me work on McLane. It didn't specify what part, or how much, just to work on it. So the first night I finished all 16 green totes and the second night I did the rest of the 7-10 red totes, after already starting on those the previous night, too. And it was a Friday night which is our busiest night, paired with the gas station across the street sending everyone over who wanted cold drinks when their cooler died. THE. FUCK.
I'm not a mindreader and I don't think K is. It's entirely probable I'm reading too much into this as K wasn't blaming me, nor did it sound like A or G was, but if G leaves notes that say one thing, and we do that one thing, A needs to step off.
I do suspect part of the problem was less what I did/didn't do (suck it, I did my work and I'd choose the same way again) and more that K isn't able to go through the totes as fast as A can these days, but do you know how long it took for her to reach that point? Months! Like she didn't hit that until she'd been here for more than a year. Hell, I don't think she reached that point until a few months ago, and we're coming up on her second anniversary I think. Maybe third. Need to remember how far about her youngest is from the youngest goddaughter. Point is, it takes time and third shift is just two people dealing with the drunks and extra crazies that don't come out during the day. I know for a damn fact that the weirdness is higher overnight because when C went back to days after about a decade of third shift, she commented on the lack of crazy MULTIPLE times. So K needs to learn her way around the store more and the universe needs to stop undermining me because JUST when I'd convinced her to stop working on the absolute hardest totes first and put the stuff she can't do as fast to the side, we get a message to stop doing just that.
Ms. Store Manager, ma'am. You cannot have this both ways. You can't have her do the totes as they come and expect it to go as fast as it would if you would let someone SORT THE GODDAMN TOTES. I do not know why our store stopped sorting them as it made things go SO MUCH FASTER. I really think it only stopped when our store hit below a skeleton crew last fall (specifically when Am and Ch left) and the trucks backed up for months. As it is? There's enough room to sort that shit as it comes in. I don't care if you sort it on the floor, throw it on uboats, put it back on the dollies, but dude, make it so you can just give the food totes to the front register people, grab the cough and cold/meds easy peasy, and save cos wall til last because doing those 8 takes as long as doing pretty much the other totes combined. But no, don't cherry pick. Like yeah, it's not fair to have someone just do all the easy, barely anything in them totes, but if I'm risking getting a concussion grabbing the totes on the stack that are highest, yeah, I'm gonna put those up if they're easy, and put them to the side if they tried to kill me because FUCK the dumbfuck who decided to put a really heavy tote on the top of the stack. Fuck them sideways with a rusty chainsaw, k? It makes no sense to me to make someone suffer through one really hard for them tote when they could put that one to the side and do the next five really easily. Like most people hate doing vitamins, so those get pushed to the side for last, along with cos wall. But that means that 20 other totes get done instead of suffering through 6. You're coming out ahead. I just... the fuck is wrong with people. It's also entirely possible that this is a case of one shift going out of their way to fuck other people over by doing the least amount possible and that I'm looking at it with logic and logic does not exist.
Anyway, newbie means well but I think got broken over the holidays and has reached burn out and has not yet had third shift fill them with hope. Probably because third shift is getting way too much pressure for how small it currently is.
Oh! And did I mention that apparently the other 24 hour store got robbed and our phones up front haven't worked for the better part of a month now? I feel so safe.
So... I come home, will my knee into working again (this is hit or miss), and basically disassociate until I go to bed.
I did hit up the Holo Taco sale Saturday. Got the new collection because with LE HT one could always, in theory, destash if one doesn't like. And I don't think I dislike any of the polishes and I'm super intrigued by the orange and the pink. (Disco Inferno and Bless Your Heart, both of which also have great names.) I was relatively restrained on the rest of my order, opting to pick up a few colors that have been haunting me, the Born Ugly shade because it was still available, and some base coats. Peely to try and use to stop bleeding on some purple polishes from other brands, the pink smoothing base because it was a reward and thus free, the hand cream because I was curious, and the clean up brush because it's the one HT tool I've heard people say is worth the markup. Some orders come in and look beautiful together... some will look ugly as fuck. That's gonna be this one, honestly. But there will be some pretties and hopefully some useful stuff.
Finished that e-arc of a book from LT that was driving me bonkers. I hate it when I want to know how the story ends but want to kill the main character.