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Now we admit, sometimes doubles get posted; this is usually because Ilia (Me) likes to schedule stuff ahead of time. This usually also means that the upcoming month is mostly done long before the 1st even gets here. (We have time slots that we use, but we also leave a couple free for your submitted content, so don't ever feel like you missed your chance to send us something!) Freddy schedules a few days in advance. While we do try to coordinate and communicate, sometimes things happen.
Don't be afraid to send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org if you saw that picture last week! (Also don't be afraid to call on us if we've got a troll in the dungeon.)
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Anyway, we want to wish you a very Happy And Safe New Year.
Has anybody else ever reverse-sabotaged themselves at work?
For example, a few years back I worked as a rock climbing instructor at a gym owned by an enormous prolapsed asshole. I had gotten myself on his shit list for being vocally annoyed that I had been assigned as the only instructor/supervision for a group of 30 or so tweens who were having a birthday party. I just wanted help keeping these kids alive, since that age group tends to do stupid things anyway, and when you give them access to a 50 foot climbing wall, you're just asking for trouble.
Anyway, Fartbrain McGee was unhappy with me and since I couldn't afford to be jobless right then, I hatched a plan. I filled out one of the waivers we made people sign before climbing for a fictitious person and created a throwaway email account for this purpose. When I got the expected survey I proceeded to give myself a glowing, yet still believable, review. It was enough to get back in his good graces for a while, at least.
I don't always get good reviews, but when I do, I write them myself.
Stay sane, my friends.
I live 35 to 40 min away from work, only get four hours at a time, and really only once a week. I'm lucky to get two days. It's annoying because I know it's not entirely my manager's fault. I've seen the chart that Home Office sent with the allotted hours.
However, I have told him I need at least six hours to make the trip worthwhile for me. It hasn't happened yet.
One of my other pet peeves is that I do not get my schedule until at least 5:00 on Saturday, and my week starts on Sunday. So I never know what time I am working. (It's usually the same days though, because I actually have another job that's not retail during the week, but it's only part time with VERY minimal hours as well. Whole other story.)
This makes it difficult because I can't drive. It sucks having to tell my husband at the last minute, "Oh yeah I work tomorrow!" Because he works too and it's hard to get another ride if I need it. There is no public transit from where I live to where I go.
I've been debating with myself, because really I need both jobs. I need all the money I can get right now, and I am supposed to go on maternity leave at the end of May. So I don't know if it's worth just quitting now, or waiting or what? I've been there for five years now. It's tough.
Hello, it's Janitorgirl with a question for all my fellow cart warriors. (When you have to maneuver around 1 to 10 aggressive cars in a single cart run you are a warrior, not just a cart grabber.)
I have a question- lets say I have a ton of other stuff to do and the cart area is empty- and people treat it as a public space- what do you do?
The worst was around Christmas a group of 10 people started talking in the empty cart area. I pulled in row after row of carts but they didn't move (and ignored my pitiful 'excuse me's) so after a while I called it quits and worked on something else.
But today someone parked their elderly wheelchair bound grandpa in the middle of my cart area. I could not make a single row without hitting him. I asked security for help. He thought I was joking and said I should wait it out.
Then a manager passed by and I asked, "What do I do?"
Her answer was "put carts directly in front of the entrance" (something we are not allowed to do as a fire hazard,) "or go work on something else. "
Fine- thanks for the invite. I went to the backroom to work on the many tasks that were still unfinished after 12 hours, and left my heroic co-worker to deal with cart drama.
But seriously- what do you do when custy's are in your cart space?
Thank you for any advice,