Venting

Okay. Time to vent about work. I really do enjoy retail, but an on-going situation has me genuinely and truly pissed. I've been a cashier supervisor for about a year now. There are supposed to be FOUR cashier supervisors, but for most of the year, our store has run on three. People at my level are supposed to have one set day off a week and every other weekend, barring, of course, the 6 weeks between Thanksgiving and the middle of January, which is the busy season. Having only three cashier supervisors, however, means that you average one weekend off a month and you mostly have the same day off every week but don't count on it. Mind you, this has gone on for about a year. Having struggled through the holidays with a fourth cashier supervisor who was WORTHLESS (and who was terminated at the end of her 90 day probationary period, thank God!), my two other peers and I figured we could bear down and hold out until the new fourth cashier supervisor started next week.

Here's the kicker. She's not coming. She was an internal transfer that allegedly already knew the position. Turns out that supposedly due to some personal stuff, she has taken another position at her current store and isn't coming to our store. AAARRGGHHHHH!!!!! This has led to schedule changes in the next two weeks that are hell. Hellfire.

I think we are having a meeting on Monday. Now that I am over the initial thoroughly pissed stage, what really bugs me is the feeling that our willingness to be responsible and step up to the plate to do what needs doing is being taken for granted. It's presumed we'll cover shifts. Well, we're about to collectively stop being so darn nice about it.

Now I am off for the weekend. I've walked, fed and snuggled Dogzilla. Dogs always make you feel better. There really is no one else in the whole world who's ever run around the living room because they are so excited to see me.