There is a fundamental disconnect in this place. There has to be because NOBODY is happy at the same time here. Nobody.
One week my boss isn’t happy. The next week the cook isn’t happy. That same week one of my drivers is pissed off and the customers are bastards.
This place is stealing my joy. Customers scream at me for shit that is not my fault. Drivers tell me what they are going to do and in the case of one particular driver not only what he is going to to buy what I am going to as well. Today my shift leader who was supposed to leave at four decided at two thirty to go on the road with her girlfriend leaving me in the store. Then she came in and clocked out early without turning over the register so I had to clock her back in to turn over the till.
At least the dm asked me how I was doing today. I suppose that makes up for last week when she completely ignored me when this store was in danger of being burnt down by a very psychotic assistant manager who was going to throw her shirt on the flames and dance a merry jig...
And it’s quiet. So there’s that.
So I’m standing here about to go back to folding boxes because that’s something to do. While my driver who is supposed to be either doing boxes or dishes sits on his ass and eats a pizza he made without paying for it. Cause yeah. Oh wait... nope he just walked out to the parking lot...
I will not let this place steal my joy...
I will not let this place steal my joy...
I will not let this place steal my joy...
I will not let this place steal my joy...
Maybe if I keep chanting it, I’ll believe it one day...
Doubt it.
