Happy September!
Yet again it's been a while, folks. Ah, where to begin? Life as I know it is pretty good, I guess you could say. One of the girls in the pharmacy finally got married, although she did find out she was pregnant a few weeks before. Had the bachelorette party anyways, she just couldn't get wasted like she had planned on. And I have never had quite so much fun in my life (although I took it easy on the alky too, since I had to work the following morning). Her sister got a hotel room for the night where we hung out and had drinks and dirty conversations, also, there were fake dicks EVERYWHERE. We also went to the local gay club that night for the Saturday night drag show, which was, frankly, amazing. And somehow, bless him, one of the cashiers from up front ended up with us. He knew we were meeting at the club that night but no one was there yet, so he hopped a ride with me.
"Um, guys . . . why is there a boy at my bachelorette party?" LMFAO! It's ok, he's flaming and fantastic and adorable. He fit right in, actually, and later on in the evening put on five inch heels. That belong to him. I'm finding lately that a large part of my circle of friends are gay/lesbian/bisexual. Pretty much my entire family and the way I was raised goes against it, but frankly I don't give a crap. They're some of the nicest, most accepting people I've ever known and I love them to bits, whether or not they prefer the same sex or the guys like to put on heels and dresses sometimes. I recently found out none other than Kenny's brother is gay/bi as well and I've always loved him, although I'll admit I was surprised. Wouldn't be surprised if baby brother came out of the closet, though. Hells, if I could find a straight guy I get along with as well as I do my gay friends, I'd be set, you know? Anywho, that night coming back from the club, I was driving down the main highway through the city, with four other people in the car, the windows down, singing Pink and Lady Gaga at the top of our voices. And this was happiness. And there is a picture floating somewhere around Facebook of me with a penis-shaped straw in my mouth.
And now, for something completely (sort of) different.
Co-workers: Can't stand working with them, but assault is still illegal.
I feel a little guilty, just a little, because the person I'm about to rant about is the bride whose party I attended a few weeks ago. Can this even make sense? As a person, she's great, and fun, and we get along alright. To work with her? She's utterly useless and inconsiderate of absolutely everyone. A list would piece this together the best, I think.
1. Always late. Even when she's scheduled to open, she's regularly 15 minutes late, at least. Enough techs complained about this to the manager when they noticed that I, along with Shorty, the other cashier showed up around 5 minutes to opening and, in their words "Actually wanna do some work!" Shorty and I have been getting most of the opening shifts in the past few months. Even when Bride is scheduled to come in at noon, she's still 15 minutes late.
2. Excessive breaks. In a reasonable situation, no one is going to tell you "Fuck you you can't go pee!" but Bride has been told this and made to hold it until Shorty or I arrived. Because when she 'goes to the restroom', she's gone for 15 minutes. Several times a day. There is NO reason to be that long in the bathroom unless there is something seriously wrong with you. Then, 40 minutes after the potty, she'll take her break. As Voldemart employees, technically we're entitled to two 15 minute breaks in an 8 hour shift, but almost no one takes them because it's just so busy back there in Pharm. Bride ALWAYS makes sure she takes hers, but they usually last 30 minutes instead of 15.
3. Always in the background. This girl will do anything and everything to avoid actually waiting on people at the register. When she does return to stock, log copies, putting up the order, it takes her three to four times as long as it would take me or Shorty, yet another reason we were requested to open instead of her. Shorty or I will have a line of six or more customers piled up and more people queuing up behind them all the time and won't come to help us unless we call for her or a pharmacist tells her to. And I've watched her. She'll literally wait for one of us to go to the counter to help someone so the person's not stuck waiting forever, then take over some project in the back one of us was doing and leave us to the line. She's forever trying to do technician work (she is NOT a tech, just a cashier), answering the phones and farting around in the troubleshoot screen.
4. She drives the techs crazy, she drives the pharmacists crazy, and Shorty and I are NOT in the least bit amused, either. Oh yeah, and she is forever calling in. Sometimes she doesn't even call in, she texts me the night before and asks if I can cover her shift! I'm just sick and damn tired of covering for her all the time and I don't care if she's sick or not. Week before last I ended up with almost 8 hours of overtime because she was in the ER one night thinking something was wrong with her pregnancy and was just too tired to work the next day. Like a moron I came in, but only because I do love everyone else back there and I hate for them to be stressed out because, let me tell you, when we are short just one person back there, everyone feels it. And we're already short a person, because one of the techs left in August for pharmacy school and the boss still hasn't hired a replacement! Today was the last straw. Bride left for lunch at exactly four PM. Around 5:30, Dixie came over and told me that Bride said she was feeling dizzy and 'taking an extended lunch until she felt better.' Oh FFS! Quarter to six rolls around, and I told Dixie she needed to call up front for another cashier if Bride wasn't coming back, because I can't stay. I won't. Six is here, I have no more customers at the counter, and I go back behind the counter to ask Raj, a pharmacist, if I could go home, because she STILL wasn't back. I told him I really, really did hate to leave them short, but that I wasn't going to cover for her anymore, and he agreed. "No, I mean, it's up to you if you want to stay, but if you want to go, then go on. This is ridiculous." He agrees with me that if I continue to just roll over and cover every time she pulls shit like this that she'll keep doing it, and the manager will just grow dependent on me to do it, too. She needs to get her ducks in a row and do her damn job like the rest of us, or quit/take LOA so we can hire another cashier to replace her. And as I thought, she's gotten even worse since she found out she was pregnant.
Listen to this, I mean really. She is:
Diabetic
Very overweight
Has ovarian cysts
A bad back
High blood pressure
^Getting preggers when you have ALL THAT going on with your body is a genuinely stupid thing to do, I'm sorry! It's a hot issue for me when people have problems like that, or there is a good chance they'll pass on a disease/health issue to their child and they go and get pregnant anyways because "I want a bayyybeee!" To me, it's one of the most singularly selfish acts a person can commit.
That being said, pregnancy is a voluntary condition, especially in this case. This baby was not an accident in any way, shape, or form. So I don't want to be covering while you are dizzy in the breakroom, because you admittedly haven't checked your blood sugar in a WEEK, went to the ER yet again, or are 'just too tired to come to work today'. Not a damn word. If it's that bad, you need to give up your job so someone who really wants it and will show up on time and not inconvenience everyone else can have it. And there are at least two girls on the front end who we recently trained as backup and would LOVE to come back and join us full time.
And on top of all this, she has the gall to go on Facebook and post how she's sick of 'doing work not in her job code and not getting the pay or opportunities she deserves.' Oh my freaking giddy god! Everyone else shows up on time. Even the two older techs with knee problems; I have seen them literally limp into work and hobble around all day, but dammit, they kept the numbers down. I've known Raj to put in almost a full month's work without a day off. I often come in with my wrist and arm giving me complete hell to where I can barely work my hand and I'm dropping stuff all over the place. The Cranky Pharmacist™ has shown up to work for nearly a week now with the whole of his lower right leg and foot in a brace because of tendonitis. Oh, and our stand in pharmacist, Sandra . . . well she's four, almost five months pregnant now, and rarely do I hear her complain, the only thing she's done differently is work sitting on a stool instead of standing all day. Mind, she's ripped into the occasional customer more often than normal, but that's always entertaining, so I don't mind it.
Point being, people have health issues, family issues, people get pregnant. They STILL come to work.
This was really just a much needed vent, because her not coming back from lunch tonight rubbed me the wrong way for the last time. Dixie kept trying to call her and she wasn't answering, either. We had all hoped she'd stop with this inconsiderate nonsense once the wedding was over, but now it's gonna be baby, baby, baby. Also our manager has spent the majority of the last month at a store two hours away because they're apparently a mess and need him to train the new pharmacy manager there. He's pretty much the golden boy of the district and his nickname is even Superman. Seriously, it is. But we need him here, things are getting ridiculously out of control, especially being short a tech. Oh yeah, Bride has said if she doesn't get that job, she's quitting *rolls eyes*. Please, please do. Raj has said at least three times in the last week "Why not just make Grace technician?" Or "Gah, they should just make Grace tech, she's RIGHT THERE." I'm certainly not qualified, but everyone likes my ethic, apparently. And it's nice to know he thinks that highly of me, funnily enough when I first started back there I got the distinct impression he didn't like me (although I think now it was just because I was new and had no clue what I was doing, it was annnoying), and that I couldn't understand a word he said. But now we get along great and I'm getting really good at understanding heavy Indian accents. I think I am still going to study to get my CPht, even if I don't get a tech job this time around. I sure don't wanna be a cashier forever.
Ok, if you've made it through this sludge, you deserve something good. Here, have a random Ralph Fiennes! He's my latest thing. Seriously, looking that good and sounding that good should be WRONG! I recently saw Schindler's List for the first time and gained a whole new appreciation for him. Then I felt a little guilty because well, one shouldn't have the hots for Nazis. But I can't help it.
"Um, guys . . . why is there a boy at my bachelorette party?" LMFAO! It's ok, he's flaming and fantastic and adorable. He fit right in, actually, and later on in the evening put on five inch heels. That belong to him. I'm finding lately that a large part of my circle of friends are gay/lesbian/bisexual. Pretty much my entire family and the way I was raised goes against it, but frankly I don't give a crap. They're some of the nicest, most accepting people I've ever known and I love them to bits, whether or not they prefer the same sex or the guys like to put on heels and dresses sometimes. I recently found out none other than Kenny's brother is gay/bi as well and I've always loved him, although I'll admit I was surprised. Wouldn't be surprised if baby brother came out of the closet, though. Hells, if I could find a straight guy I get along with as well as I do my gay friends, I'd be set, you know? Anywho, that night coming back from the club, I was driving down the main highway through the city, with four other people in the car, the windows down, singing Pink and Lady Gaga at the top of our voices. And this was happiness. And there is a picture floating somewhere around Facebook of me with a penis-shaped straw in my mouth.
And now, for something completely (sort of) different.
Co-workers: Can't stand working with them, but assault is still illegal.
I feel a little guilty, just a little, because the person I'm about to rant about is the bride whose party I attended a few weeks ago. Can this even make sense? As a person, she's great, and fun, and we get along alright. To work with her? She's utterly useless and inconsiderate of absolutely everyone. A list would piece this together the best, I think.
1. Always late. Even when she's scheduled to open, she's regularly 15 minutes late, at least. Enough techs complained about this to the manager when they noticed that I, along with Shorty, the other cashier showed up around 5 minutes to opening and, in their words "Actually wanna do some work!" Shorty and I have been getting most of the opening shifts in the past few months. Even when Bride is scheduled to come in at noon, she's still 15 minutes late.
2. Excessive breaks. In a reasonable situation, no one is going to tell you "Fuck you you can't go pee!" but Bride has been told this and made to hold it until Shorty or I arrived. Because when she 'goes to the restroom', she's gone for 15 minutes. Several times a day. There is NO reason to be that long in the bathroom unless there is something seriously wrong with you. Then, 40 minutes after the potty, she'll take her break. As Voldemart employees, technically we're entitled to two 15 minute breaks in an 8 hour shift, but almost no one takes them because it's just so busy back there in Pharm. Bride ALWAYS makes sure she takes hers, but they usually last 30 minutes instead of 15.
3. Always in the background. This girl will do anything and everything to avoid actually waiting on people at the register. When she does return to stock, log copies, putting up the order, it takes her three to four times as long as it would take me or Shorty, yet another reason we were requested to open instead of her. Shorty or I will have a line of six or more customers piled up and more people queuing up behind them all the time and won't come to help us unless we call for her or a pharmacist tells her to. And I've watched her. She'll literally wait for one of us to go to the counter to help someone so the person's not stuck waiting forever, then take over some project in the back one of us was doing and leave us to the line. She's forever trying to do technician work (she is NOT a tech, just a cashier), answering the phones and farting around in the troubleshoot screen.
4. She drives the techs crazy, she drives the pharmacists crazy, and Shorty and I are NOT in the least bit amused, either. Oh yeah, and she is forever calling in. Sometimes she doesn't even call in, she texts me the night before and asks if I can cover her shift! I'm just sick and damn tired of covering for her all the time and I don't care if she's sick or not. Week before last I ended up with almost 8 hours of overtime because she was in the ER one night thinking something was wrong with her pregnancy and was just too tired to work the next day. Like a moron I came in, but only because I do love everyone else back there and I hate for them to be stressed out because, let me tell you, when we are short just one person back there, everyone feels it. And we're already short a person, because one of the techs left in August for pharmacy school and the boss still hasn't hired a replacement! Today was the last straw. Bride left for lunch at exactly four PM. Around 5:30, Dixie came over and told me that Bride said she was feeling dizzy and 'taking an extended lunch until she felt better.' Oh FFS! Quarter to six rolls around, and I told Dixie she needed to call up front for another cashier if Bride wasn't coming back, because I can't stay. I won't. Six is here, I have no more customers at the counter, and I go back behind the counter to ask Raj, a pharmacist, if I could go home, because she STILL wasn't back. I told him I really, really did hate to leave them short, but that I wasn't going to cover for her anymore, and he agreed. "No, I mean, it's up to you if you want to stay, but if you want to go, then go on. This is ridiculous." He agrees with me that if I continue to just roll over and cover every time she pulls shit like this that she'll keep doing it, and the manager will just grow dependent on me to do it, too. She needs to get her ducks in a row and do her damn job like the rest of us, or quit/take LOA so we can hire another cashier to replace her. And as I thought, she's gotten even worse since she found out she was pregnant.
Listen to this, I mean really. She is:
Diabetic
Very overweight
Has ovarian cysts
A bad back
High blood pressure
^Getting preggers when you have ALL THAT going on with your body is a genuinely stupid thing to do, I'm sorry! It's a hot issue for me when people have problems like that, or there is a good chance they'll pass on a disease/health issue to their child and they go and get pregnant anyways because "I want a bayyybeee!" To me, it's one of the most singularly selfish acts a person can commit.
That being said, pregnancy is a voluntary condition, especially in this case. This baby was not an accident in any way, shape, or form. So I don't want to be covering while you are dizzy in the breakroom, because you admittedly haven't checked your blood sugar in a WEEK, went to the ER yet again, or are 'just too tired to come to work today'. Not a damn word. If it's that bad, you need to give up your job so someone who really wants it and will show up on time and not inconvenience everyone else can have it. And there are at least two girls on the front end who we recently trained as backup and would LOVE to come back and join us full time.
And on top of all this, she has the gall to go on Facebook and post how she's sick of 'doing work not in her job code and not getting the pay or opportunities she deserves.' Oh my freaking giddy god! Everyone else shows up on time. Even the two older techs with knee problems; I have seen them literally limp into work and hobble around all day, but dammit, they kept the numbers down. I've known Raj to put in almost a full month's work without a day off. I often come in with my wrist and arm giving me complete hell to where I can barely work my hand and I'm dropping stuff all over the place. The Cranky Pharmacist™ has shown up to work for nearly a week now with the whole of his lower right leg and foot in a brace because of tendonitis. Oh, and our stand in pharmacist, Sandra . . . well she's four, almost five months pregnant now, and rarely do I hear her complain, the only thing she's done differently is work sitting on a stool instead of standing all day. Mind, she's ripped into the occasional customer more often than normal, but that's always entertaining, so I don't mind it.
Point being, people have health issues, family issues, people get pregnant. They STILL come to work.
This was really just a much needed vent, because her not coming back from lunch tonight rubbed me the wrong way for the last time. Dixie kept trying to call her and she wasn't answering, either. We had all hoped she'd stop with this inconsiderate nonsense once the wedding was over, but now it's gonna be baby, baby, baby. Also our manager has spent the majority of the last month at a store two hours away because they're apparently a mess and need him to train the new pharmacy manager there. He's pretty much the golden boy of the district and his nickname is even Superman. Seriously, it is. But we need him here, things are getting ridiculously out of control, especially being short a tech. Oh yeah, Bride has said if she doesn't get that job, she's quitting *rolls eyes*. Please, please do. Raj has said at least three times in the last week "Why not just make Grace technician?" Or "Gah, they should just make Grace tech, she's RIGHT THERE." I'm certainly not qualified, but everyone likes my ethic, apparently. And it's nice to know he thinks that highly of me, funnily enough when I first started back there I got the distinct impression he didn't like me (although I think now it was just because I was new and had no clue what I was doing, it was annnoying), and that I couldn't understand a word he said. But now we get along great and I'm getting really good at understanding heavy Indian accents. I think I am still going to study to get my CPht, even if I don't get a tech job this time around. I sure don't wanna be a cashier forever.
Ok, if you've made it through this sludge, you deserve something good. Here, have a random Ralph Fiennes! He's my latest thing. Seriously, looking that good and sounding that good should be WRONG! I recently saw Schindler's List for the first time and gained a whole new appreciation for him. Then I felt a little guilty because well, one shouldn't have the hots for Nazis. But I can't help it.