what a good idea to send the pictures... do you think something will be said or done to TL?...what if you told 'sir' that you're thinking of leaving because you can't do the job of 2 people ?
Sir knows that I won't quit (1) because I want to be "up and doing with a heart for any fate"* and (2) because now that I don't
need the money, I purely
love payday, and (3) I wouldn't leave him there alone with no help whatsoever. Whenever he and I are both there at the same time, we get it all done in 4-5 hours so he knows how much there is to be done every day just on my end.
TL has had
no consequences so far. I think that they're just gathering documentation so they can unload her without opposition from the union if no transfer to another store comes through. Transfer isn't looking good because nobody will have her. Her reputation has preceded her.
Today's pix taken when I got there just b4 6am are eye-popping and definitely "documentation." Filthy floor, five full racks of breads, rolls, pastries, cookies that I couldn't get to yesterday because I had to bake up all the stuff she left overnight in the cooler that had thawed. She couldn't be bothered to package and label any of it and put it on the shelves/tables even though they were all
bare. Bare as in it looked as though we were selling from any empty wagon.
Store rule in every department is that the person(s) who close, clean, empty trash. take broken down cardboard boxes to recycling and wash the floors.
Sir's response when he got the pix was simple: "OMG!"
*Longfellow - A Psalm of Life
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
So I labor and wait. The waiting part is much more difficult than the laboring part!
