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Feb. 29th, 2024 09:19 amNyargh.
Look, I get it. The music at work is enough to drive most people mad* and if I could, I would absolutely LOVE to stick an earbud in my ear and zone out to music I chose myself or listen to anything else of my choosing. But I can't. I look the other way when nearly everyone else on my shift (not including pharmacy because I don't think they do) inevitably caves and does so... provided they keep one ear open and can hear me when I fucking call for help. I can do a LOT of things but there are a few things I absolutely do not have the power to do and when one of those comes up, I need to know the other person has my back/will come when I page.
It's taken forever and a day but provided I don't get cut off by the absolutely useless "Welcome to __hell__!" automated greeting, I do page pretty loud so you can hear me on the sales floor. So imagine my surprise when I kept having to fucking hunt down my SFL last night because she wasn't wearing her earpiece that is part of our ~mandatory uniform~ and wasn't responding to any of my "___ to the front please!" or "___to aisle 5 with a key please!" pages. Seriously the fuck. I do not ask for much. I need my breaks, the occasional bathroom break, and for you to answer my pages because they're never just me being lonely or bored.
Sigh.
To be fair, I'm pretty sure she wasn't ignoring me on purpose but after the first time, you'd think she'd turn down whatever she was listening to or maybe y'know, not listen to it at all after the fucking THIRD TIME.
Also, unrelated, but if the max cashback we're supposed to do is a certain amount, maybe tell me in between venting about the weirdo at the front register who has chased off multiple team members at this point? As it was, I had to wander over and ask the SFL who'd later spend the night not hearing my calls if I could tell this dude no to his additional requests for cashback because it seemed excessive. She said yeah, __ was the limit and I'm thinking well fuck, we already went over that but no one told me so whatever.
She wasn't the one venting though, that was the ESM.
* It's not near as bad as it has been in the past and anytime someone complains a little too hard about it, I'm quick to point out that a) it can no longer be described as "music to kill yourself to" and b) we no longer play Muskrat Love at least twice a night.
Look, I get it. The music at work is enough to drive most people mad* and if I could, I would absolutely LOVE to stick an earbud in my ear and zone out to music I chose myself or listen to anything else of my choosing. But I can't. I look the other way when nearly everyone else on my shift (not including pharmacy because I don't think they do) inevitably caves and does so... provided they keep one ear open and can hear me when I fucking call for help. I can do a LOT of things but there are a few things I absolutely do not have the power to do and when one of those comes up, I need to know the other person has my back/will come when I page.
It's taken forever and a day but provided I don't get cut off by the absolutely useless "Welcome to __hell__!" automated greeting, I do page pretty loud so you can hear me on the sales floor. So imagine my surprise when I kept having to fucking hunt down my SFL last night because she wasn't wearing her earpiece that is part of our ~mandatory uniform~ and wasn't responding to any of my "___ to the front please!" or "___to aisle 5 with a key please!" pages. Seriously the fuck. I do not ask for much. I need my breaks, the occasional bathroom break, and for you to answer my pages because they're never just me being lonely or bored.
Sigh.
To be fair, I'm pretty sure she wasn't ignoring me on purpose but after the first time, you'd think she'd turn down whatever she was listening to or maybe y'know, not listen to it at all after the fucking THIRD TIME.
Also, unrelated, but if the max cashback we're supposed to do is a certain amount, maybe tell me in between venting about the weirdo at the front register who has chased off multiple team members at this point? As it was, I had to wander over and ask the SFL who'd later spend the night not hearing my calls if I could tell this dude no to his additional requests for cashback because it seemed excessive. She said yeah, __ was the limit and I'm thinking well fuck, we already went over that but no one told me so whatever.
She wasn't the one venting though, that was the ESM.
* It's not near as bad as it has been in the past and anytime someone complains a little too hard about it, I'm quick to point out that a) it can no longer be described as "music to kill yourself to" and b) we no longer play Muskrat Love at least twice a night.