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literally so stressed right now I've felt like crying all day.
my room is a mess because Dad decided to start installing the heaters without finishing the closet first so there's no room to work so everything is shoved here and there or on my bed. I can't deal with ALL OF THIS on top of work and how frustrated it's making me with holiday in full swing.
literally I don't think anyone understands that by making my job harder, they're making their jobs harder. If they can't help me keep the stock room clean and functional then I can make sure I can help them find sizes and properly keep the floor filled and sized. If I'm constantly having to clean up after other people instead of doing my job it takes me twice as long to get my actual job done. It makes me stressed, it makes me unpleasant, and I don't want to be unpleasant and snapping at people. I don't like it... in fact it makes me more stressed.
I just wish people understood why I was so nasty and angry and unpleasant when I spoke about the backroom at the meeting, and apparently no one heard a single word, because one of the kids came into the back room today and looked at me and said, "I'm real sorry, but I have no idea where to find more of these." I felt for him, because generally he's an awesome kid, works well with customers, and doesn't annoy the piss out of me with a lack of common sense. So I asked: "did you check the back stock on the back or underside of the table first?" and we walked out together and looked, low and behold on the underside of the table there was the size he was looking for and I said, "always look here first, then come and look in the back... here it looks like we're low, lets go grab some more sizes to stick underneath" and we walked in the back and I showed him where he could find them again if he needed to.
He asked. And I appreciate that so much because it meant he wasn't aimlessly tossing shit on the shelves looking. The unfortunate thing is I said this at the meeting: "always check the tables back stock... always keep the tables sized and if you need more sizes fill them, and do a fill the floor... if you don't know how to do a fill the floor yet, ask me. I'll show you... because if I'm not here during your shift to fill things... you have to know how to do it."
I just... this is turning into a ridiculous ramble and rant, but honestly I need to get it out, because the other day I walked into the stock room and literally it was a dam of shipment. 13hrs/50boxes and we're very low on sensors. You couldn't get the lockers, the mini fridge, and the bakers racks of product to be filled. I literally almost just let my legs give out and cried right there in the stock room. You could hear it in my voice for about an hour or so. And finally one of the mangers was like "JoAnn... you're only here for 6 hours of shipment, that is 13 hours, do not stress out over this... just do what you can, clean up and get the fill the floor done." Came in today and had to finish up... except there's no room in the stock room for about 80% of this product. Brandi tried to help me pull out and stuff product onto the floor but literally there's no room.
We hired a friend of mine, Evan for stock and unfortunately he wasn't in the system otherwise we would have called him on Friday to help and he offered. I have to pick him up and take him to work tomorrow because he can't get the bus/ gf can't drive him so I told him I'd pick him up and take him even though I'm off tomorrow. I'm training him officially in the stock room on Monday if he's available... but all I can think is THANK FUCKING GOD. Because even though he's like a little brother to me, I know he's not going to argue, bitch, moan... he'll do what I need him to do and do it right. it's the only reason why I pushed for him over other people I had hand in applications. And he knows I'm fucking stressed to fucking hell.
my room is a mess because Dad decided to start installing the heaters without finishing the closet first so there's no room to work so everything is shoved here and there or on my bed. I can't deal with ALL OF THIS on top of work and how frustrated it's making me with holiday in full swing.
literally I don't think anyone understands that by making my job harder, they're making their jobs harder. If they can't help me keep the stock room clean and functional then I can make sure I can help them find sizes and properly keep the floor filled and sized. If I'm constantly having to clean up after other people instead of doing my job it takes me twice as long to get my actual job done. It makes me stressed, it makes me unpleasant, and I don't want to be unpleasant and snapping at people. I don't like it... in fact it makes me more stressed.
I just wish people understood why I was so nasty and angry and unpleasant when I spoke about the backroom at the meeting, and apparently no one heard a single word, because one of the kids came into the back room today and looked at me and said, "I'm real sorry, but I have no idea where to find more of these." I felt for him, because generally he's an awesome kid, works well with customers, and doesn't annoy the piss out of me with a lack of common sense. So I asked: "did you check the back stock on the back or underside of the table first?" and we walked out together and looked, low and behold on the underside of the table there was the size he was looking for and I said, "always look here first, then come and look in the back... here it looks like we're low, lets go grab some more sizes to stick underneath" and we walked in the back and I showed him where he could find them again if he needed to.
He asked. And I appreciate that so much because it meant he wasn't aimlessly tossing shit on the shelves looking. The unfortunate thing is I said this at the meeting: "always check the tables back stock... always keep the tables sized and if you need more sizes fill them, and do a fill the floor... if you don't know how to do a fill the floor yet, ask me. I'll show you... because if I'm not here during your shift to fill things... you have to know how to do it."
I just... this is turning into a ridiculous ramble and rant, but honestly I need to get it out, because the other day I walked into the stock room and literally it was a dam of shipment. 13hrs/50boxes and we're very low on sensors. You couldn't get the lockers, the mini fridge, and the bakers racks of product to be filled. I literally almost just let my legs give out and cried right there in the stock room. You could hear it in my voice for about an hour or so. And finally one of the mangers was like "JoAnn... you're only here for 6 hours of shipment, that is 13 hours, do not stress out over this... just do what you can, clean up and get the fill the floor done." Came in today and had to finish up... except there's no room in the stock room for about 80% of this product. Brandi tried to help me pull out and stuff product onto the floor but literally there's no room.
We hired a friend of mine, Evan for stock and unfortunately he wasn't in the system otherwise we would have called him on Friday to help and he offered. I have to pick him up and take him to work tomorrow because he can't get the bus/ gf can't drive him so I told him I'd pick him up and take him even though I'm off tomorrow. I'm training him officially in the stock room on Monday if he's available... but all I can think is THANK FUCKING GOD. Because even though he's like a little brother to me, I know he's not going to argue, bitch, moan... he'll do what I need him to do and do it right. it's the only reason why I pushed for him over other people I had hand in applications. And he knows I'm fucking stressed to fucking hell.