come in as soon as you can.but i'm at the pool for the last day it's open with my kid, i told her we'd stay until three and we did. can't break your word to your kid for work, that's whack!
so i ended up cutting out the whole primping and just showered and dashed off to work sans war paints, and it was all right. i get there and a young girl who is my peer in terms of title says,
i'm running the shift tonight(she opted not to turn it over to me), and i said,
okay.here we go.
i can be a dutiful soldier if i have to be, but this girl is not known for her ability to prioritize, and i told her,
i don't like to do things after i've clocked out.so i take out the trash before i clock out and stuff like that.
all along the way i kept saying,
we need to do this,and she kept saying,
we'll get to it. don't stress.
at the end of the night, shit ain't done and we get out late. i told her,
i don't want to get out of here late.i hate that, there is no reason for it except that you're working with a slacker, and we still didn't get everything done. the place was not up to my minimum standard, but it wasn't my shift. so, what can i say? i may get the hit for that one, but if it wasn't my shift, i better not have to hear about it. i told her things weren't right. she opted to leave them undone.
it seems to me, if you've run a shift already, and a fresh shift comes in, turn it over. give up the control and let the other person, the fresh person, run it.
but that isn't what happened, and i am going in tomorrow, on my day off (so much for guarding them fiercely), to help this girl close again. same shit, different day.
but hopefully it won't be so bad because i'll only be there for about three hours, i'm literally just going in to be the other body in the store for closing.
there is so much to say, so much i'm dying to say, but this is not the place. this is never the place.
so i will stop here and go to bed. or try.
peace. out.
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