Sunny again today

Yippee. Cold but sunny.
There are two kalanchoe plants on the kitchen windowsill that are blooming
Walmarting needs to happen today. Anybody out there wanna volunteer to go with DD so that I don't have to?
Rant.
Work yesterday was...a day. First crack out of the box, here came Sir (on his day off no less!) and deli manager looking all pitiful and begging me to please work on Sunday. I'm so good at telling other people that "No." is a complete sentence, but when it's my turn? LOL I caved (of course I did!) because if I'd uttered that complete sentence, it would have meant that Sir would work alone two days in a row on a weekend, no less.
Working alone is a b!tch, frustrating and hectic and mostly spent fighting fires and being up to the hips in alligators.
And then? New Lady pipes up and says "Oh, if you're busy call me anytime." Um. No. He won't call "anytime" and certainly wouldn't call someone who has declared that they would
never, under any circumstances, work on a weekend because it would interfere with their catering business. WTH?
New Lady will probably be okay, at least until she has the knee replacement surgery and then is gone. I
loathe trying to teach anybody anything. In this case, I know that it's an exercise in futility because she won't be there long anyway. So what I'm trying to do is to give her simple jobs and just be grateful that it frees up time for me to get other stuff done. Sigh.
She keeps telling me that she does something "this way" in
her kitchen. Yeah, well, I do things "this way" in
my kitchen. It doesn't matter how we do anything in our own kitchens. We work in Kroger's kitchen, and we're paid to do things
Kroger's way in Kroger's kitchen. More sighs.
Talk. She talks. And talks. And talks. And all her talking interrupts her concentration so that the "count" is off on at least one tray on every single rack of whatever she's supposed to be setting up to bake. It means that if I don't check every tray, that when it's time to package whatever's been baked, the count is off so a waste of (Kroger's) money because not enough product or too much.
When I point out that the count is off, there's an argument from her that it isn't. Continue sighing.
Kroger wants products packaged Kroger's way. New Lady says "Yeah, but it makes more sense to package it this way." Kroger doesn't give a rat's rear what she believes makes more sense.
The tail doesn't wag the dog!
I have this thing about working for somebody else: I'm offered a job. The employer tells me what to do and when to do it. I accept the job and do it when and how I'm told. In exchange, at the end of a specified period of time, the employer gives me money.
I just haven't been blessed with the patience to teach.
Rant over for now.