So I wrote a little while back about my useless coworker who regularly complained about me. She would constantly say that she did all the work and how I never did anything and that I was lazy. Not true in the slightest but not much I can really do about it. She was a flaming bitch who constantly seemed to have a bad case of flaming crotch rot that made her grumpy.
Well most recent news was we had a new guy in training to possibly take over for her. We weren't 100% on it yet though. Her hours were cut down because of her high level of customer and employee complaints. She went from 4 days a week down to just 2 days a week on weekends. She was -not- pleased. I'm not really surprised, anyone would have been pissed at getting their hours cut. Especially when they have rent, groceries and a young child to support. But not my problems since ya'know I go into work and do what I need to do, don't piss people off and I leave at 7am when my shift is over. Never had a customer complain about me, and far as I know no coworkers (aside from Bitch-tits) have complained about me either.
So I worked on night with the new guy and he seemed good. Didn't know everything, but day shift is busy and the learning curve for training is intense. There's always going to be something that gets missed during training. So I was going through some stuff with him and making sure that he knew what he needed to know and making sure that all the things I knew I hadn't been taught during training was actually covered and trying to make him feel comfortable on my shift, and with my people. Plus just making sure I wasn't going to run into a crappy situation of him not knowing something and panicking like most new people.
The kid seemed bright and eager to learn. Well, once the "I'm new please don't hate me" wore off, it got bad.
We have certain things that only a supervisor can do, such as police officer coffee. We give a free single drink (any size) to any uniformed cop that comes to our store. We have to still punch it through the register to make sure our inventory is properly tracked etc. But a manager/supervisor must do the discount and use the keys to swipe through the discount.
I wanted to ask FNG (Fucking New Guy) if he knew what to do in this situation and this is his response: "For now call Robb (supervisory) and get him to give the cop his coffee free, but I assume it's under manager functions and that I"ll get my own set of keys to do this myself soon anyway."
Woah woah woah! Hold the fucking phone. You've worked here one full week and this is your second night shift, your first with me and my coworker, and you bust out with THAT?! The fuck is your problem? If he's been hired for supervisor and taking over for Robb that's fine, but I don't want you to keep lording it over my head and shit like that. I have no problem having someone who is my age/younger than me as my supervisor, but if they act like this, I have no respect for them as a coworker let alone my supervisor. And I expect many people feel the same way.
Well so how do I respond to that? Internally? Freaking out and doing a HUGE happy dance and omg best mother-flipping day EVAR!!!! Like best news I think I've ever received. But I can't say that. So I just respond with "Oh, wow... ummm okay... wow... holy shit.. seriously?! What happened?"
We have no clue, but our assumption is that she called the store owner regarding her cut hours and did NOT keep her cool and flipped out. She is still under her 90 day probation (I just finished mine, YAY!) so I guess she lost her damned mind. From there the owner just basically told her to go fuck herself and that she is out of a job.
Well so here I am with a new guy and he's next to useless. We are working Thursday and are basically short staffed because a new guy isn't as useful as a fully trained person. Bre (my coworker) and myself are trying to get things working and figure out our chores for the night and find out FNG has disappeared completely. And he does this multiple times during the night. He is slow as fuck whenever he does anything, doesn't know what he's doing and refuses to ask for help when he needs it, and is just not useful. Driving home Bre and I agreed, we want Bitch-tits back. She was miserable to work with, but at least she did her work. Sure she and I clashed but she did her chores.
What do I do now?! Anyone have any ideas?