Good morning, boys and girls. My "fixed schedule" of 6am-12noon, Tuesday through Saturday isn't fixed this week. I'm off today.
@hollydolly and
@Pepper I hear you loud and clear. I dread "events" and work myself into a stew about having to go. By the time The Big Event arrives, I go (grudgingly) and usually have a marvelous time.
In the past two months or so our supervisor, who's supposed to be there at 4am, usually hasn't shown up before 9 or 10 because, yanno, I'm there at 6. Kinda slows things down, but who am I to say anything about it. Yesterday once again, I got a call from him at 6-ish saying he'd be there "in a little while". Fine.
Co-worker and I were bustling about getting stuff done when someone showed up wearing the Kroger-logo shirt and a name tag and introduced himself as the new assistant store manager. Huh? The one we had was promoted and the new guy moved from another store to ours. The three of us chatted for a few minutes, new assistant asked where our supervisor was and I told him that he'd called and said he'd be along directly. Then the oven timer started chiming, and I had to roll out the croissants and get moving along.
About 30 minutes later, here comes the new assistant store manager with a "suit" in tow. (He wasn't actually wearing a suit, but y'all know what I mean...he was either a district or a regional manager.) They started asking questions about what we do, how we do it, hours we work, where's the schedule posted, who's the "baker" and all kinds of things that neither co-worker nor I could answer. Baker? Who's the baker? There's a job category called "baker"? I dunno. Whoever gets there first, I suppose, so most mornings that would be me, but I'm called a bakery clerk.
I boogied off to the ladies' room and texted supervisor, told him they were asking questions we couldn't answer without throwing him under the bus (so we just said we didn't know) and to please hurry and get there. He texted back said he'd be there within 10 minutes.
Meanwhile, new assistant and suit were back and forth to the bakery collecting forms off the bulletin board, asking about our schedules, in and out of our cooler and freezer looking around (they're both messy and disorganized). Co-worker wasn't scheduled to work yesterday, but she didn't know that. Our schedules are supposed to be posted by noon on Friday for the following week. No schedules have been posted since early January. Co-worker doesn't know how to look up the schedule online.
Next thing I know, supervisor called on the store's bakery line, talked with co-worker, told her he couldn't come in because the stitches from the tooth he had extracted last week came out. Er...those stitches are
supposed to "come out"...actually, they just dissolve, so that didn't come close to passing the smell test!
So supervisor's response to new assistant manager's/suit's visit was to not come in and leave co-worker and me flapping in the breeze. Oy, Chihuahua!
Glad I'm not there today because I don't wanna be involved in the workplace drama. All I want to do is to go in, do the job, go home. I really didn't expect much stress. How much stress can there possibly be baking, packaging, stocking bakery shelves. Really?
Right now I'm wishing the rain would go away...actually, wishing it hadn't rained at all...and deciding whether I feel like folding DD's towels so I can move my bed linens to the dryer and start another load of laundry. Might as well do that since I can't go outside to play.