Not sleeping.
So remember that last post? The one where I said I would start my job alone on Saturday? Remember also how we know God must have a sense of humor, because He puts us in predicaments that can only prove a loving God if we think it was funny instead of a hate filled God that we think might exist?
So I showed up to work and looked around. "Odd," I thought. There were only two stockers. Usually there are 4 (three on a really low night). I looked around. Odd there was no Team Leader. That happens from time to time, but on a night with only two people working the floor, it meant that not a lot would get done. I began to think of what the guy training me would have us do. We couldn't put things out for the stockers to do. They had too much on their plate as it was. Well the back room could use some conditioning. Tonight would be great to take care of that and train me on some minutia that we had not covered (like ad counts, working the bottle room, and submitting reports via email). I looked at my watch. 11:08. Where was my trainer? Why was the office locked up? I can't do my job with a locked office. So I called the night manager and 20 minutes later (I found work for me to do in the mean time it was unlocked. I was then informed that my trainer called in sick, the manager needs me to stock aisles 4&5 as well as my regular duties, and we really need the back room looking nice because was have an inspection today. So I got in three hours of overtime, got bitched at people because things weren't done by a certain time (never my manager, he was cool about it) and constantly had one task interrupted because another one had to be done right then. The worst part is that I work again tonight and from the way the managers, store director, and team leaders were taking, something is up. I think my trainer and I are getting a lecture tonight that will not go over well with him. *sigh* Now I can't go to sleep because the adrenaline and caffeine are still in my system. Curses. Maybe I will make it to A&S night... maybe not.
Seriously God, another night like this and I might have to call up Odin and ask for an estimate. Hey Eric, what is his number?
Note to Chrsitian friends: That was a joke. One day of bad work will not make me question my faith.
Note to all: Any grammatical errors are due to my lack of sleep and my keyboard being funky.
So I showed up to work and looked around. "Odd," I thought. There were only two stockers. Usually there are 4 (three on a really low night). I looked around. Odd there was no Team Leader. That happens from time to time, but on a night with only two people working the floor, it meant that not a lot would get done. I began to think of what the guy training me would have us do. We couldn't put things out for the stockers to do. They had too much on their plate as it was. Well the back room could use some conditioning. Tonight would be great to take care of that and train me on some minutia that we had not covered (like ad counts, working the bottle room, and submitting reports via email). I looked at my watch. 11:08. Where was my trainer? Why was the office locked up? I can't do my job with a locked office. So I called the night manager and 20 minutes later (I found work for me to do in the mean time it was unlocked. I was then informed that my trainer called in sick, the manager needs me to stock aisles 4&5 as well as my regular duties, and we really need the back room looking nice because was have an inspection today. So I got in three hours of overtime, got bitched at people because things weren't done by a certain time (never my manager, he was cool about it) and constantly had one task interrupted because another one had to be done right then. The worst part is that I work again tonight and from the way the managers, store director, and team leaders were taking, something is up. I think my trainer and I are getting a lecture tonight that will not go over well with him. *sigh* Now I can't go to sleep because the adrenaline and caffeine are still in my system. Curses. Maybe I will make it to A&S night... maybe not.
Seriously God, another night like this and I might have to call up Odin and ask for an estimate. Hey Eric, what is his number?
Note to Chrsitian friends: That was a joke. One day of bad work will not make me question my faith.
Note to all: Any grammatical errors are due to my lack of sleep and my keyboard being funky.