home again.

i arrived at work later than expected, because i figured, i'm going to get there and nothing will be done. so, i may as well go when i good and feel like it. and sure enough, walk in, nothing is done. sigh.

this is the same girl who ran the shift last night. sigh. sigh. sigh.

she's young, she's learning, yada yada yada. but i'm tired, too. we're all tired. and to have to deal with someone's inability to prioritize. no thank you.

one example of the lack of planning on her part is, i mop at 4pmish. as soon as i can when there is no one in the store. tonight at 11pm (mind you, we're supposed to leave at 11pm, she tells me to mop the whole store--yeah, right.)

so, i don't. i do the other million things that need doing and are, in my mind, more of a priority.

then, she says,

we're all done.

and i say,

the back room hasn't been mopped.

she says,

you do it.

:D

and so, i keep doing what i'm doing, because i legitimately can't walk away, and i don't care.

she's mopping the back room and i step back there to get something we need to put out for the opening shift and she tries to hand me the mop.

mop your way out,

she says, and i say,

you missed a spot.

and walk out.

you can't take advantage of me forever, the pack mule said.

and so, she finishes mopping. dragging ass all the way. then she comes out and says,

you forgot to dump the mop bucket.

and i barked at her last night because she had me ME dump the mop bucket AFTER we clocked out. and that's just bullshit. do your stuff before everyone clocks out. that's how i do it. and that is how it should be done. no one should be asked to work after they have clocked out. it's bad form.

so i say,

you dump it, i dumped it last night.

(she had already clocked out, but i hadn't. i wasn't going to until she was ready to walk out the door).

so she makes some comment about me making her dump the bucket and i finally get to clock out, and i grab the garbage (which still had to be taken out. sigh again. i would have done it before i clocked out, but i was just wanting out at that point, and the dairy delivery guys had arrived, so we're dodging them as we're all trying to get stuff done), and holler,

i'm outside.

we're not supposed to leave one person alone in there, but the dairy guys were there, and i didn't even want to be involved in the logistical nightmare that is.

so, i take the garbage on my own time, which i think is horribly considerate. and she finally walks out the door as i'm walking up to my car.

we leave, and the nightmare is over.

i'm so glad i don't regularly have to work with her. i think i'd quit.

it's not the immaturity so much as the lack of planning. which i guess, one feeds the other. i don't know. but the whole nightmare ordeal of it really bothered me.

and i'm tired and crabby.

but the gas station man stayed open, i didn't get there till just before midnight. and he was prowling around the place doing something. filled up my tank, then shut off the lights as i drove away. what a guy.

there's someone who works harder than i do. he probably owns the place though, but still, he works very hard.

i don't mind hard work, this is just not the kind of work i want to spend myself on. i think farm work would suit me just fine.

i need to find a farm gig.

someplace i can be apart from two leggeds, and just deal with four leggeds.

peace. out.