I Hate Rollercoasters But
my mind continues to act like one. I'm trying to keep myself from bottoming out AGAIN, but it's hard because I honestly think the changes I've made in my diet over the past few days are partly to blame. I've basically been eating veggies and protein, with 1 or 2 servings of dairy and 1 or 2 servings of a grain-type product. I haven't been restricting calories, but I could swear that I've read that a high protein-low carb diet can lead to depression. Which is just what I need, right? heh
Work went pretty well today, except for 2 incidents.
The first was when Liz left at 3. . .or, was getting ready to leave. Although 2 other cashiers had gotten there at 2 o'clock, only one of them was given a drawer. Otherwise, Liz and I were the only other cashiers. It had been a slow day, so I didn't think there would be any problems when I'd need to go into the office to cash Liz's drawer out, cuz remember, with her register shut down and me being busy and unable to ring, that only left one cashier. As long as Liz's drawer was even, it would only take me about 5 minutes total.
I'm sure you've already guessed that it did NOT go smoothly. I typed Liz's numbers into the computer and found that her *credit cards*, of all things, were off by $11.76 or some other very random amount. I figured the logical thing would be to recount all her credit card slips, just in case she missed one or typed one in wrong. Of course, just as I'm about to do this, I look out the office window and notice that the only cashier has a HUGE line. . .and I was the only other ringer! I couldn't just leave the money and everything out in the office, but the only other cashier in the store didn't have a drawer in and wouldn't know to respond if the main cashier buzzed for her. AUGH. So, I decided to page Joyce to the office so she could figure it out, or at least watch the money, while I would go to ring.
But. . .Joyce wasn't showing up, and the line was just getting longer. So I paged her again. About a minute later I could *see* her, way back in the chemical aisle, talking to another employee! God, I was pissed. So, in desperation, I paged the remaining cashier up to the office so I could give her my password and she could use my drawer.
Once she was up front, I didn't care, I left the office to go get Joyce myself. She's normally really nice, and she must have figured that if *I* was paging her it was because I didn't know how to do something. Well, I neverlearned why she didn't answer me, but she told me that there *wasn't* anything I could do for an uneven credit card amount and just to send it as it was. All that trouble for nothing. :p
The second incident was actually several incidents, but all in the same category. You see, there's this one girl that's been working at our store for a few months (transferred from another store) and when she came here, she was a supervisor like I am now. Well, I'm not exaggerating when I say that she's been absent more days than she's been there, and Lora AND Joyce have both caught her blatantly lying abut why she wasn't able to come in. Why she hasn't been fired yet, NONE of us can figure out. Anyway, due to this and a plethora of other reasons, Lora demoted her to a regular ol' cashier. . .something this girl was NOT happy about, but if she can't figure out why, then she's seriously dumb.
Because she's called out almost the entire past week, I hadn't worked with her since I got promoted. So, the first time she needed a raincheck or whatever, she seemed a little surprised when I came up to help her. At first she was like "I need Joyce," but I told her that I could do it now and she didn't say anything. Okay, fine. But the next few times she needed something, she continued to page for Joyce. Of course *I* was the one to answer her every time, but I don't think she cared. It was almost as though she didn't want to acknowledge that I now have the position that she once held, but again, she'd be daft to not realize why things turned out the way they did.
I hate not getting along with one of my coworkers, especially cuz I'm such a proponent of everyone at least *trying* to deal with one another while you're on the clock, but she better not continue to give me an attitude over the next few weeks.
Alright. I have the day off tomorrow, but I have some errands to run in the morning, so I may just go home at night and sleep over. Right now I'm just going to sit here and look at the delicious food porn accompanying a recipe for Gingerbread Cake with Buttermilk Icing in my magazine. If only I could have cake right now. >_<
Work went pretty well today, except for 2 incidents.
The first was when Liz left at 3. . .or, was getting ready to leave. Although 2 other cashiers had gotten there at 2 o'clock, only one of them was given a drawer. Otherwise, Liz and I were the only other cashiers. It had been a slow day, so I didn't think there would be any problems when I'd need to go into the office to cash Liz's drawer out, cuz remember, with her register shut down and me being busy and unable to ring, that only left one cashier. As long as Liz's drawer was even, it would only take me about 5 minutes total.
I'm sure you've already guessed that it did NOT go smoothly. I typed Liz's numbers into the computer and found that her *credit cards*, of all things, were off by $11.76 or some other very random amount. I figured the logical thing would be to recount all her credit card slips, just in case she missed one or typed one in wrong. Of course, just as I'm about to do this, I look out the office window and notice that the only cashier has a HUGE line. . .and I was the only other ringer! I couldn't just leave the money and everything out in the office, but the only other cashier in the store didn't have a drawer in and wouldn't know to respond if the main cashier buzzed for her. AUGH. So, I decided to page Joyce to the office so she could figure it out, or at least watch the money, while I would go to ring.
But. . .Joyce wasn't showing up, and the line was just getting longer. So I paged her again. About a minute later I could *see* her, way back in the chemical aisle, talking to another employee! God, I was pissed. So, in desperation, I paged the remaining cashier up to the office so I could give her my password and she could use my drawer.
Once she was up front, I didn't care, I left the office to go get Joyce myself. She's normally really nice, and she must have figured that if *I* was paging her it was because I didn't know how to do something. Well, I neverlearned why she didn't answer me, but she told me that there *wasn't* anything I could do for an uneven credit card amount and just to send it as it was. All that trouble for nothing. :p
The second incident was actually several incidents, but all in the same category. You see, there's this one girl that's been working at our store for a few months (transferred from another store) and when she came here, she was a supervisor like I am now. Well, I'm not exaggerating when I say that she's been absent more days than she's been there, and Lora AND Joyce have both caught her blatantly lying abut why she wasn't able to come in. Why she hasn't been fired yet, NONE of us can figure out. Anyway, due to this and a plethora of other reasons, Lora demoted her to a regular ol' cashier. . .something this girl was NOT happy about, but if she can't figure out why, then she's seriously dumb.
Because she's called out almost the entire past week, I hadn't worked with her since I got promoted. So, the first time she needed a raincheck or whatever, she seemed a little surprised when I came up to help her. At first she was like "I need Joyce," but I told her that I could do it now and she didn't say anything. Okay, fine. But the next few times she needed something, she continued to page for Joyce. Of course *I* was the one to answer her every time, but I don't think she cared. It was almost as though she didn't want to acknowledge that I now have the position that she once held, but again, she'd be daft to not realize why things turned out the way they did.
I hate not getting along with one of my coworkers, especially cuz I'm such a proponent of everyone at least *trying* to deal with one another while you're on the clock, but she better not continue to give me an attitude over the next few weeks.
Alright. I have the day off tomorrow, but I have some errands to run in the morning, so I may just go home at night and sleep over. Right now I'm just going to sit here and look at the delicious food porn accompanying a recipe for Gingerbread Cake with Buttermilk Icing in my magazine. If only I could have cake right now. >_<
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