Agreed, Gunner; I'm willing to leave my prints behind by holding 'im down for you.
Dammit...I just did it again; I went and read the Cuteness thread before
the Venting thread - now my ending emotion is gonna be grumpy and pissed off for other people (and myself after making my REAL vent).
Anyways, I'm revising Letter #1 (the 'nice' resignation letter that attributes my leaving to progressive arthritis vs. long periods standing on concrete floors and noisy, fan-filled workplace vs. another
progressive problem - this one with my hearing going 'Charlie Brown's teacher' with any level of background noise
- and gives two week's notice) and gonna print it off and keep it in my work apron pocket for handing over to my boss when she gets back from vacation.
...and then I'll delight in re-reading Letter #2 (the brutal truth that the all the sundry problems plaguing the deli - from minor to critical - can be traced back to her immediate subordinate).
=What's that - bad day at work, empath?
Well, let's see...
Ass. Mngr.'s micromanaging has revealed another issue; all the new hires have never actually been TRAINED TO DO ANYTHING ON THEIR OWN
- *she* would always do the shrink culls in the morning and print up the production reports and whatnot, and then just tell them "make x
cold plates and y
So I had to start off the shift with me by showing the two newbs how to do the standard opening process (that normally a deli clerk would have been shown how to do and could do on their own after the six weeks or so they've been working and training
...and then getting our production reports was stymied by a different issue - someone had locked the two computers in the back office, and not the usual O/S terminal lockout, but something unique to whoever last used them.
So I helped them *estimate* how much stuff to make. You know, the old method we used before this fancy-schmancy computerized statistical analysis method they introduced to make our production more efficient to maximize sales and minimize waste.
(said back office supervisor came in - at NOON - and unlocked the computers...after we'd already gotten everything started)
...and I did this while making a whole pile of ordered party trays (which, of course
, neither had any experience or training on...hell, I had one that *I'd* never made before, either)
AND someone went and broke the door latch CLEAN OFF the walk-in cooler (all the pieces were sitting on a counter next to said door on a greasy paper towel).
After getting them going on things, and getting all the orders due before noon finished up, I took a break at about ten, with the expectation of doing the last two trays when I got back, and then helping my colleagues with production.
At a little short of my return at quarter-past, one of the clerks came up to the breakroom to ask me about a tray order he couldn't find in the cooler; the customer was waiting on it.
...it was an order sheet I hadn't seen before
*flush of panic and frustration*
Turned out it'd been ripped out of the three-ring binder that holds them all (tears by each of the holes) and then stuffed in a pocket in the front of same said binder - old orders that people have picked up are often stuck in there, so I didn't pay it any attention.
*thoughts of cruel retribution*
So the two green recruits got a crash course on making a large sandwich tray on their own (one had watched it done several times, and they had the recipe book to follow) while I whipped up a fruit & cheese tray (fortunately all the odder ingredients were on hand - didn't have to go buy some almonds or dried apricots from grocery, or strawberries from produce)
I'd apologized to the customer and asked him to wait at most a half-hour...it took us twenty two minutes.
And naturally we halved the price of the trays.
*whistle of relief*
And remember that broken cooler door? I'd affixed a sign saying "latch broken - please be sure to push door up securely", but inevitably an alarm sounded at maybe 2pm - the door must've gotten left ajar or bounced back open when someone shoved it closed. All the big coolers and freezers had klaxons installed with time-release alarms connected to the door to keep us from wasting electricity and spoiling food from 'being born in a barn' - you'll usually hear 'a goal being scored' from one of the warehouse freezers in back (yes, you can hear it ANYWHERE in the store - kinda the point), but that one in OUR cooler has only been triggered once or twice...
...which means that the on-duty managers for the store on a 'quiet' Sunday didn't know where to find the alarm cutoff
(turns out it's not with the other ones) so when I left at 4pm, there was still a muffled yet-still-harsh alarm coming from inside the cooler that I could hear as I left through the front door...
me when I say 'uh-huh.'"
Worst part is, I never intended to detail all the frustrations I'd had today, and practice a little brevity, but here we go again...