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Work, why you gotta do that?
Jan. 9th, 2014 02:51 pm After my last post about it, I was feeling pretty free of the whole "someone at work is possibly gunning for me, but maybe not" paranoia.
Clearly that line of thinking was misguided because last night, towards the end, I get told that overnight manager was asked, "But what about M?" when they were having a discussion about writing up someone else. Like they were fishing for complaints. o_O I'm kinda ticked, honestly. On the one hand, this proves that someone is saying shit so it's not like it just magically popped back into Store Manager's head (which was always a longshot but still possible) because even if it had, it wouldn't explain last night's fishing trip.
So someone is insinuating that I'm not doing my job and I... don't know who it would be. I wasn't aware that I'd ticked anyone off. I try to be helpful and try to temper my initial, "ohohoh! I know where that item is!" reaction when someone is looking for something because I worry that it comes across as me being a know-it-all when in reality I hate standing there looking for something when someone else knows where it goes, so I try to help people out. I have no control over running late but I did try and fix that when they made is sign something saying we'd be toast if we were too late without a call. I say hello and goodbye to people, I smile (though I will admit that I'm sure I sometimes have the Wednesday Addams smile), and in general I do not hate anyone nor do I act like I do.
I don't bitch about other co-workers aside from the general third shift grumble of, "Really? REALLY?" when you find dried vomit in the bathroom at an hour so early that you know full well that a previous shift just couldn't be bothered to clean it up. Or when the person I've relieved waltzes off and leaves the bag of trash on the floor, complete with a gallon of milk inside that is slowly leaking out but doesn't say a word until they run out the door, early... without even having put a new trashbag in the trashcan. But that's not a specific thing to a specific person, and usually I just let it go.
I'm not sure if it's a specialized attack or if they're targeting all of third shift since the store manager did have to put up a huuuuuge reminder that people weren't doing their jobs and complaints had been made. Those complaints were mostly third shift (not me! I did ask if there was a change on the trash policy but that's it!) and the various managers who worked it noticing that hello, second (and first) shift wasn't doing its job with regards to cleaning up after themselves.
First rule of working in this particular store has always, always, always been: put back your take-backs/shop-backs/whatever you want to call the stuff people decide not to buy, or they return, or they just leave at the register pretending that a $50 bottle of vitamins is totally a chapstick and should go in its spot. You don't leave them for the next shift, you don't pretend they don't exist, you put them away. Thing is, there are certain people who just won't do it. I'm not even talking about the forgetting to put away one tiny item because you forgot it. I'm not talking about the bags people leave behind that we usually keep for about a week (sometimes much, much longer) in case the customer comes back. Nope, that stuff doesn't bother me and I don't know of anyone who it does bother.
We're talking the pile of stuff on the second register that no one puts away even after being TOLD to do it. (And by told, I mean by management and various helpful notes around the register.) Or the box of sodas that you have to trip over to get out from behind the register, the piles of crap stacked on the counter behind Reg 1.
So. I'm going to guess someone on another shift got pissed and decided to either go after me specifically (woo) or decided, "fuck third shift, those lazy heffers, getting an extra quarter an hour to compensate for the higher risk of cancer and getting held up at gun point repeatedly!"
Which, if it's that one? I will laugh manically because my only other option would be to cry or slap someone for being so painfully out of touch.
( Also, this is a thing that happened. )
I hope someone outs themselves as the shit-stirrer because I don't like paranoia. Preferably let it be someone I don't like because I think it would break my heart if it were someone I actually look forward to seeing.
That got very long. Whoops.
Tomorrow is my half birthday! I never celebrate that because doing so wasn't really a thing until a couple of years after I went through elementary school (summer birthdays: no school on your birthday, but no one at your parties and no cupcakes at school for your day either.) but I shall celebrate tomorrow by blowing some money on AG stuff. Also trying to decide whether to try and save to make one big Scentsy order or do two smaller ones. Decisions!
Clearly that line of thinking was misguided because last night, towards the end, I get told that overnight manager was asked, "But what about M?" when they were having a discussion about writing up someone else. Like they were fishing for complaints. o_O I'm kinda ticked, honestly. On the one hand, this proves that someone is saying shit so it's not like it just magically popped back into Store Manager's head (which was always a longshot but still possible) because even if it had, it wouldn't explain last night's fishing trip.
So someone is insinuating that I'm not doing my job and I... don't know who it would be. I wasn't aware that I'd ticked anyone off. I try to be helpful and try to temper my initial, "ohohoh! I know where that item is!" reaction when someone is looking for something because I worry that it comes across as me being a know-it-all when in reality I hate standing there looking for something when someone else knows where it goes, so I try to help people out. I have no control over running late but I did try and fix that when they made is sign something saying we'd be toast if we were too late without a call. I say hello and goodbye to people, I smile (though I will admit that I'm sure I sometimes have the Wednesday Addams smile), and in general I do not hate anyone nor do I act like I do.
I don't bitch about other co-workers aside from the general third shift grumble of, "Really? REALLY?" when you find dried vomit in the bathroom at an hour so early that you know full well that a previous shift just couldn't be bothered to clean it up. Or when the person I've relieved waltzes off and leaves the bag of trash on the floor, complete with a gallon of milk inside that is slowly leaking out but doesn't say a word until they run out the door, early... without even having put a new trashbag in the trashcan. But that's not a specific thing to a specific person, and usually I just let it go.
I'm not sure if it's a specialized attack or if they're targeting all of third shift since the store manager did have to put up a huuuuuge reminder that people weren't doing their jobs and complaints had been made. Those complaints were mostly third shift (not me! I did ask if there was a change on the trash policy but that's it!) and the various managers who worked it noticing that hello, second (and first) shift wasn't doing its job with regards to cleaning up after themselves.
First rule of working in this particular store has always, always, always been: put back your take-backs/shop-backs/whatever you want to call the stuff people decide not to buy, or they return, or they just leave at the register pretending that a $50 bottle of vitamins is totally a chapstick and should go in its spot. You don't leave them for the next shift, you don't pretend they don't exist, you put them away. Thing is, there are certain people who just won't do it. I'm not even talking about the forgetting to put away one tiny item because you forgot it. I'm not talking about the bags people leave behind that we usually keep for about a week (sometimes much, much longer) in case the customer comes back. Nope, that stuff doesn't bother me and I don't know of anyone who it does bother.
We're talking the pile of stuff on the second register that no one puts away even after being TOLD to do it. (And by told, I mean by management and various helpful notes around the register.) Or the box of sodas that you have to trip over to get out from behind the register, the piles of crap stacked on the counter behind Reg 1.
So. I'm going to guess someone on another shift got pissed and decided to either go after me specifically (woo) or decided, "fuck third shift, those lazy heffers, getting an extra quarter an hour to compensate for the higher risk of cancer and getting held up at gun point repeatedly!"
Which, if it's that one? I will laugh manically because my only other option would be to cry or slap someone for being so painfully out of touch.
( Also, this is a thing that happened. )
I hope someone outs themselves as the shit-stirrer because I don't like paranoia. Preferably let it be someone I don't like because I think it would break my heart if it were someone I actually look forward to seeing.
That got very long. Whoops.
Tomorrow is my half birthday! I never celebrate that because doing so wasn't really a thing until a couple of years after I went through elementary school (summer birthdays: no school on your birthday, but no one at your parties and no cupcakes at school for your day either.) but I shall celebrate tomorrow by blowing some money on AG stuff. Also trying to decide whether to try and save to make one big Scentsy order or do two smaller ones. Decisions!
