I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.
[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right.
Top Text: “We’re all a team.”
Bottom Text: “Unless it comes to your department needing help because then you’re just on your own.”]
The one thing I really hate about my store is the fact our over night flow team is constantly volunteered to help out every fucking department in existence while still doing our own job. And did I mention we’re told that we have “NO EXCUSE” why we shouldn’t be able to meet our goal time? Yeah. That’s pretty much what we’re told every. Single. Night!
If we cant make it, because you know it’s SO easy to do POG, backroom, logistics and clothing at the same time, it’s our own fault because we couldn’t “kick it up a notch”.
Now I’m all for helping people out when they have a larger than normal work load or some people call out and their short staffed. But when it starts to be routine to do everyone’s work because they know our LOD will force us to do it regardless (and it’ll be our asses instead of theirs), this tends to make me a little shitty when interacting with these people. Not to mention the favor is never returned. They always have an excuse to skip out of helping us do anything, ranging from “I don’t know the store layout even though i’ve been working here for 3 years” to “that’s not in my job description”.
Funny. Doing backroom, pog, clothing, food and cashier work wasn’t in mine either but I’m still doing it on top of logistics.
Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.