From Reddit: My friend works at a mall with an Apple Store. Mall staff put up a notice for the employees. The last line has me worried for the people lining up for the iPhone 6...
Lunchtime custys are a much better catch than the breakfast ones.
My workplace seems to be stuck at, oh, about fifth-grade. And that includes some of the bosses.
The only thing that works at all around here is when people bring up whatever rumors about someone, I look them in the eye and tell them, "consider the source."
In other words, "can you really trust the word of the person who told you the story?"
That often shuts them up because the rumor-mongers usually CAN'T be trusted.
For myself, I've had to tell someone to back the hell off and leave me alone. Some people have General Manager of the Universe syndrome and they need to be hit with the metaphorical equivalent of a 2x4 to the head to get the message.
Holy shit, the lazy coworkers make Closing Time a Nightmare too. >.>
Like the guy closing our bar who left a HUGE mess in all of the condiment dispensers and tried to pin a bunch of it on me.
Fortunately, the supervisor took one look, (I pointed out exactly where I had cleaned,) and she knew I didn't do it.
That same night, I was closing off the dining room area and one of my fellow closers in there was bitching that I wouldn't help indoors. Here's what I did that night: cleaned all of our outdoor seating area. That means wiping the tables with cleaner, sweeping, and cleaning the metal trash cans, of which there are five outside.
I then came inside and cleaned EVERY can inside the building except for two, leaving me with a grand total of about fourteen for the evening, plus I cleaned a few more tables while inside.
What'd he do? One area's worth of tables (about 3/4 of what I had already done outside) and taking down the trash (he still missed a bag that I had to take down at the end of the night myself).
The other girl wasn't much help, to be fair, but at least she wasn't bitching and she worked nonstop. She's just slow. I'm so glad I've already had my last day there.
Tonight was aggravating. I come in at 5 to two people on the line with customers, and fellow shift leader in the computer room trying to input in the schedule that the manager wrote out (which failed because the manager failed at making a schedule). Anywho, come to find out one of the people on the line.. isn't supposed to be there. In fact, she is working for us off the clock, and insists that she wishes to do so to be allowed to stay until 9 pm.
So why is Teenage Girl there? She claimed at first that she didn't want to be home alone, because her parents were going out. However.... it turns out she just started dating one of the cleaners from the grocery side. And furthermore, if she isn't able to work (because we aren't going to have her work off the clock and we don't really need her there working), she is going to just follow her new boyfriend all around the store while he is working and doing his job.
I do the natural thing and tell store manager of grocery side that my employee is being a moron. She gets pulled aside by the manager, and manager tells her that she not only absolutely cannot try to work off the clock, but she cannot follow around one of his workers for the next four hours while he is trying to work.
She argues with him, saying that she was wearing the wrong Subway shirt (a promotional T-shirt that we can't wear anymore) so therefore it was ok for her to bounce back and forth from line to the dining room, obviously it wouldn't confuse customers! And she insists that she follow her new boyfriend around because she does with all her other boyfriends... yeah, no.
Sadly, she had no where else to go. She had lied to her parents so that she could come to work and spend her time following her boyfriend around.
This is what I have to work with, folks.
I remember my Timmy days with distain and hate. I worked nights, and my bakers (we only had two staff on during graveyards) never did dick.
I was constantly getting berated for my DT time, but I cleaned the store, ran drive through, put out the baking (I worked with twelve different bakers over the course of six months, and all were lazy fuckers) and of course picked up the slack of the 3-11 crew.
I hated that job more than anything in the world. I was glad when I got sun burns so bad I couldn't work because they laid me off and I never had to see them again.
Refundamentalcase with another story for you guys. First of all, I'm so glad that we're leaving our current location to go to a new location, which means I get to finally leave my toxic environment of spies, lazy pricks, and slumlords that are "kind enough" to suggest that I am not eating very well and that is why I'm big.
Anyway, today's tale is about a coworker that I like to call BigbottomNobrains, because that's all I know about her beyond the fact that she will move stuff off the table that separates the room in half so she can keep tabs on what I and my supervisor are doing. To explain further, the building we're in has at least two contracts in the building.
Mine is the call center, who has fallen out of favor with the owner of the building because the owner of the contract no longer wants to let her control things. Which is great because she apparently had people on the contract being paid to work on the call center, but do absolutely nothing for the call center. Instead, these few were working on the other contracts in the building, which means they were paid money that kept us call center folk from receiving raises, to not help the call center.
I'm sure that's illegal, but we have only one month left in this pit and then I get to say goodbye forever.
Anyway, on to the story with BBNB.
I am listening to the Transistor soundtrack and having a great day when I'm asked to help a coworker enter the gate that leads into the office. The reason being is two-fold, first, she was loaded down with lunch for the office and could not deal with the lock, the second reason that ticked me off was BBNB sitting on the porch staring at her struggling while eating ice cream bars.
Me: "Hey no problem, we're all here to help each other. This little bit of effort won't kill me."
I'll grant that was passive aggressive as hell, but you don't interrupt Transistor with stupid crap. So, I help her out, lock up the gate and she says "Thank you" to me and then leaves the front door open. Mind you, BBNB is sitting next to the door and doesn't bother to open the door and remarks, "Oh I could have helped you."
I roll my eyes and thank my coworker and BBNB says, "Oh you're very much welcome."
It took an act of will to keep from pointing out that I wasn't talking to her.
One more month, I can keep it reined in for one more month. Though I do have fantasies of giving Bilbo Baggins' "I know half of you twice as much as you deserve" speech on that wonderful last day.
Anyway, I'm out. We All Become is cued up and I'm not missing that.