Seriously, people, I have some of the laziest and least-motivated co-workers on the face of the entire planet. I understand that yes, we do get busy at some odd times (Tuesday? Seriously...), but it's honestly not very difficult to make sure you're putting things on the proper "go back" carts, or to, you know, not pile them on the counter because you're too lazy to turn around. It's also not that hard to follow procedure and measure and roll your rems before you take the next customer.
Because that way, you know, the girl who comes in to redo the draping and reorganize the store won't have to do all your work for you. In three hours. Which turned into four and a half.
I love my co-workers as people, I really do. Amy and Carol? Some of the sweetest women I know. But they need to get some serious motivation.
I suppose I should explain what I did at work today, first. I arrived early, at about 6:20, because I always leave early in case traffic is backed up, as I take Highway 53 part of the way to work, and sometimes traffic is horrendous. The first thing I do, before I even go to the break room to drop off my stuff, is stop by the Cutting Counter to see what I'm scheduled to do for the day.
I was beyond horrified. Fabric bolts and rems piled up everywhere, no organization at all... And there wasn't a list of what I was supposed to do with the planner like there usually is. So I went up to the break room, dropped off my stuff, talked with the manager for a bit (we caught our shoplifter, finally). I asked if I could punch in early and start doing recovery instead of my normal re-draping and reorganizing, and Laura said that I should.
So I did. Between 6:30 and 7:45, I reorganized the "go back" carts, cut for some people, and put away everything that belonged with the craft fabric and quilting, and straightened and tucked every aisle in those sections. So one back corner of the store and one half of the Cutting Counter were perfect.
Between 7:45 and 9:45, I restocked everything that went in the apparel section of the store. I cleaned it all, and tucked all the aisles. I was scheduled till 10, we were told we had to be out by 10, and I thought, "Surely they'll be done with trims and Home Dec by now and be started on that pile of rems that were left over from the day people".
I was kidding myself. Amy was about half done with trims, and Carol had barely started putting away Home Dec fabric. I decided to help Carol, and, I'm really confused about this, but somewhere, "I'm going to help you put these away, Carol" transformed into "Even though you and I both know I shouldn't be lifting these without my brace, I'm going to take over doing Home Dec now and you can go do something else".
By the time I finished, it was a little after 10. Luckily, Amy had finished trims by then, so I set about writing up rems, hoping against hope that Amy and Carol would realize that if we got those done, we could leave. Did they help me?
Carol insists on putting away a stray Home Dec tag rather than do it, even when I told her "Rems are more important, leave the tag for later". I forgive Amy for not helping me, she was putting away Notions returns, but GOD DAMN, Carol... Rems ARE more important than your stray Home Dec tag!
We didn't end up getting out until fairly close to 11. By which time I was about ready to seriously injure all of them, for not helping me. And Joe wonders why I go insane every time I work and why I hate the Cutting Counter so much and am always so desperate to do other things.
And fucking Bob... I used to think he was just an odd old man, but today he pissed me off immensely, and now I think he's just an asshole. After I spent two hours putting away the apparel stuff as fast as I could and making sure everything was straightened and presentable, I stopped to catch my breath at the counter before launching in to something else, and he had the fucking audacity to yell at me for it. After he'd been standing around talking to Carol for a good ten minutes before that. D: Angry Demi is FUCKING PISSED. One of these days, I will make him realize that just because I'm young and he's old, he CANNOT treat me like crap like that.
Thank god I have Chrissy, Nick and Sean to work with sometimes. They're the best co-workers anyone could ever have.