Well, I've had a crappy week. I've had this job at the Popular Canadian Coffee Chain for a few months now and I think it might well be very bad for my health. At the very least, the number of health issues I've had have gone up quite a bit. And that's not sarcasm or anything, I've actually been throwing up sick a lot more recently. I don't care what the boss says, I'm not working food service when I'm like that.
Anyway, the management is now experimenting with a schedule where everyone's shifts are arranged in a solid block. That would be sort of okay except that they don't pay attention to how the schedules line up week to week. So I ended up with eight shifts in a row, including two of the horrible ten hour Sunday shifts at either end. Luckily I have three days off, but I'm likely to end up with another block of eight.
Yesterday was torture though.
The mall was apparently dead, but we were not. According to the security guard, people were coming into the mall, getting something from Tim Hortons, and leaving again. It was compounded by the fact that all the customers needed prompting to actually give us our orders, and the worst customers took forever to reach the registers. The store is arranged so that people wait near the entrance, and there are three registers parallel to the line.
One of them can't be seen from the line so whoever's there is given a sign to wave for the next customer. I had three customers in a row who apparently thought that if I had stopped waving the sign, they should go back into line, and while I was waving the sign, they stared at it like a deer in headlights and hesitantly started moving towards me. These were teenagers by the way.
And, of course, the manager who is horrible at motivating people was in charge. I don't care what you think; "anything is worthwhile given enough money" is not a very reassuring phrase.
Oh well, I'm moving away next year, so maximum six months left until I leave. Even another PCCC wouldn't be that bad if it just wasn't so busy ALL THE DAMN TIME.