I have learned some things since I have been here last. Most notably is how much my psyche depends on me writing here and how much I need to do this.
I need to do this really bad. I am about to break my second rule, talking about work. I work, as most people do. I work in a labour intensive job, everything is done by hand and there is a lot of work. I work with people. People. Two people work together, three people means there is politics. Four people means thar are factions and political parties. I work with three other people so there are political parties and there are factions and there are sides.
I am on the good guys side, but everyone is a good guy in their own mind, that is the way everything works. But the truth as they say is a three edged sword, your side, their side and the truth. I try to see the truth and that is difficult because it means putting aside what you believe and trying to see the other person's side.
At work today, we had a total failure to communicate. The factions that never talked in the first place started to fight without fighting. Let us step back.
It all comes from the top, as it usually does, the top likes to micro manage and does not like to give up control. The longest there feels that they have earned rights. The most qualified feels that they know what needs to be done. The licker licks where they get the most response. And the follower follows the one that tells him what to do. That is the basic outline of all the people involved. I am the follower. GardenerGuru is the most qualified. And the rest are who they are. Anyone who has worked where I worked can put names to them all.
Enter the New Girl, new cashier, weeks late when we needed to train her. GardenerGuru is not responsible to train her, but the one who is training her does not do it. WaifGirl, does this sound familiar? LongestThere believes that training should be done by throwing her into the water and seeing if she can swim and if she can not learn what all the products that we have at the busiest time of the year, with the highest volume of customers, oh well!
After about a week, usually GG and I give up and start to train the new girl on the sly, because her lack of knowledge makes everyone look bad, but there is no time to wait and do that, we have to do it now. But that is not why we fight. We fight because people leave for lunch and there is no accounting of how long they take and GG is tired of not doing her work to cover for them. She is tired of me with my Superman complex swooping down to cover for them. I have been coming in a little early each day to get work done, because we are not staffed sufficiently. For instance, I worked 70 hours last week. If I have to keep covering for them, when they take extended lunch breaks, I will have to come in earlier each day to do my own work. My syatic nerve in my thigh hurts, I spent an hour after work trying to get MicroManager to understand what is going wrong and why. I am tired and need sleep.
I need to be in control, because The Licker, looked at the New Girl's time sheet and then told the Boss that she is coming in late and recording her time as if she was on time. But the thing is, The Licker, did not read her time sheet correctly. The New Girl has been stressed from this new job and her dog dying and mounting Vet bills and while she has been late, she has also been failing to enter time at all. So tomorrow, I have to resist telling The Licker, that she had better keep her nose out of other people's time cards until she learns to read them. I want to hit her in the nose. Licker thinks she is senior to me, she gets paid more because she licks better than me.
True I don't like The Licker and she does not like me, but I don't like her because of stunts like what she pulled today and stuff like that. She does not like me because she sees me working the long hours as me licking harder than she. I work the long hours, because when I work, I don't want to die. Fuck you Licker, I don't have a reason to live, let me just work.
