Reflections on This Job

My headache, let me show it to you.

Okay, so the deal is this: there are certain co-workers at This Job who rock. Unfortunately, they are the minority. Tonight (actually last night, because my schedule is evil) I was working with...none of them. Not kick-ass manager, not chipper manager, not efficient veteran guy, none of them. I did have the one and only Paminator, also known as the savior of sanity, but she was busy commanding the troops in the deli section. On my side, I was stuck with depressive-depressive dude, and aspiring actor lacking work ethic. One day I might give these people better nicknames, but I doubt it.

See, depressive-depressive can't be trusted to do anything without constant supervision, because there's always the possibility he'll electrocute himself...again.

Aspiring actor lacking work ethic can't be trusted to do anything period. A surefire way to make sure something never gets done is to ask Aspiring Actor to do it. I dread the day a director has to work with this guy. If it weren't for the Deli Divas like Paminator, I'd never get anything done.

See, here's how it works. I get to work, and nothing is done. The list of tasks for the day is empty and there's a line of assho-I mean customers-extending a country mile. Both registers are occupied and there are, blessedly, no ice-cream morons at the window. I get to work, cleaning and stocking and trying to organize something approaching order in the store. I get stuff done as far ahead of time as I can, and then the rush starts.

The problem is, the rush is entirely unpredictable. Sometimes it coincides with rush hour, other times it's around 8, sometimes it's more like 7 or 6:30, and it SUCKS! Anything I don't get done before the rush hits doesn't get done at all. And the reason is this:

AA: Danielle!
DD: Danielle!
AA: Danielle, you've got register!
DD: Danielle, can you come here?

And on...and on...and on. If Aspiring Actor isn't disappearing into the back of the store, Deppressive-Depressive is spending his entire shift doing dishes. It's like working by myself! And the constant complaining and OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU STANDING AROUND BEHIND THE REGISTER WHEN THE COFFEE ISLAND NEEDS TO BE STOCKED RIGHT THE FUCK NOW?!?!?!

I am so sick of babysitting these guys. I feel bad for Veteran, 'cause he's closing with Aspiring Actor tomorrow and I'm out at 10:00. I can do my best to get as much done as possible before they have to close, but Friday night is Hell Shift and there'll be way too many customers wanting ice cream to get much accomplished.

I fucking hate retail.