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> It gets worse,believe me. Today I get there,and find a 2 page,printed note berating me and Linda the old lady for all the things that WE didn't get done Wednesday night,as if no one else could have done these things. Sure,there were things that didn't get done that one of us usually does,but I personally spent my entire shift catching up things that didn't get done the whole 7 days I was off. For example,the back stockroom was so piled up with empty boxes and other trash that it took me 10 minutes to clear it out enough to be able to open the damn door. Once I got it open,it took 13 trips to the dumpster using a 2 wheeler to take all the crap out. Sounds like a lot of extra walking right? Now,take into consideration that from the back door in the stockroom to the dumpster the distance is roughly 200 feet,according to the laser rangefinder I borrowed a few months ago to see just how far it was. From the front door,where I normally go out to take trash bags and stuff out,it's 278. Almost 100 yards,or roughly the same distance Oswald supposedly made the headshot on JFK. That is a LOT of extra walking. There were 4 trash cans out of the 8 on the premises that I swear had not been emptied the whole time I was out. The floor looked like it hadn't been mopped in 5-6 days,and took me almost an hour to get fixed up. Our bagged ice is inside the ice cream freezer,and there was not a single bag in it. Bagging roughly 50 bags of ice and putting them in the freezer takes about an hour,plus the inevitable clean-up. This store started as a mom-and-pop deli,so they cook a lot of stuff like hams,turkeys and BBQ shoulders,so there are 3 smokers in the cookroom. A 5 gallon pickle bucket is used to catch the grease that drains out of the bottom. A load of 12 shoulders was cooked Tuesday night at closing,and by the time they cooked and cooled enough to be weighed and wrapped the bucket overflowed,and guess what happens when hot grease meets a cold concrete floor? It turns in to about 8 square feet of creamy PEANUT BUTTER. It has to be scraped up into piles with a rubber squeegee,which makes the mess cover more floor space,then scraped up onto cardboard sheets and thrown in a box. Then you get to spray the entire area with degreaser,and risk busting your ass while you mop the entire area,rinse the mop out with the hot water hose,respray with degreaser,remop,respray,change mop heads,this repeats about 5 times. All in all,it took 2 hours and change for that particular fiasco. I also spent 45 minutes sweeping the parking lot,along with normal things like filtering the fryers,making sandwiches and meat orders for walk in and call-in customers,sweeping,cleaning the meat grinder and meat-cutting bandsaw,one of the 2 meat slicers,stocked the cigarette rack,got pinned down on the register while Linda was on break,answered 11 phone calls and gave directions to 5 truckers and other travelers. This job serves one purpose for me,and one only,and that is CHILD SUPPORT. I refuse to be that guy that just shits on himself and his kid/s by quitting without having another job lined up. I will NOT get behind. I'm quite proud of the fact that I don't even have an arrearage balance. I'm in scramble mode trying to come up with the cash I need to finish machine shop school,so I can take a shit on the desk here and LEAVE after I find a job doing CNC work,and eventually open my custom pool cue shop. I can stick it out until then,but I pity this place after I leave. They already close the store early 75% of the time when I call in sick anyway,they will have to hire like 2 noobs to replace me,in all seriousness. Tommy D.
> It gets worse,believe me. Today I get there,and find a 2 page,printed note berating me and Linda the old lady for all the things that WE didn't get done Wednesday night,as if no one else could have done these things. Sure,there were things that didn't get done that one of us usually does,but I personally spent my entire shift catching up things that didn't get done the whole 7 days I was off. For example,the back stockroom was so piled up with empty boxes and other trash that it took me 10 minutes to clear it out enough to be able to open the damn door. Once I got it open,it took 13 trips to the dumpster using a 2 wheeler to take all the crap out. Sounds like a lot of extra walking right? Now,take into consideration that from the back door in the stockroom to the dumpster the distance is roughly 200 feet,according to the laser rangefinder I borrowed a few months ago to see just how far it was. From the front door,where I normally go out to take trash bags and stuff out,it's 278. Almost 100 yards,or roughly the same distance Oswald supposedly made the headshot on JFK. That is a LOT of extra walking. There were 4 trash cans out of the 8 on the premises that I swear had not been emptied the whole time I was out. The floor looked like it hadn't been mopped in 5-6 days,and took me almost an hour to get fixed up. Our bagged ice is inside the ice cream freezer,and there was not a single bag in it. Bagging roughly 50 bags of ice and putting them in the freezer takes about an hour,plus the inevitable clean-up. This store started as a mom-and-pop deli,so they cook a lot of stuff like hams,turkeys and BBQ shoulders,so there are 3 smokers in the cookroom. A 5 gallon pickle bucket is used to catch the grease that drains out of the bottom. A load of 12 shoulders was cooked Tuesday night at closing,and by the time they cooked and cooled enough to be weighed and wrapped the bucket overflowed,and guess what happens when hot grease meets a cold concrete floor? It turns in to about 8 square feet of creamy PEANUT BUTTER. It has to be scraped up into piles with a rubber squeegee,which makes the mess cover more floor space,then scraped up onto cardboard sheets and thrown in a box. Then you get to spray the entire area with degreaser,and risk busting your ass while you mop the entire area,rinse the mop out with the hot water hose,respray with degreaser,remop,respray,change mop heads,this repeats about 5 times. All in all,it took 2 hours and change for that particular fiasco. I also spent 45 minutes sweeping the parking lot,along with normal things like filtering the fryers,making sandwiches and meat orders for walk in and call-in customers,sweeping,cleaning the meat grinder and meat-cutting bandsaw,one of the 2 meat slicers,stocked the cigarette rack,got pinned down on the register while Linda was on break,answered 11 phone calls and gave directions to 5 truckers and other travelers. This job serves one purpose for me,and one only,and that is CHILD SUPPORT. I refuse to be that guy that just shits on himself and his kid/s by quitting without having another job lined up. I will NOT get behind. I'm quite proud of the fact that I don't even have an arrearage balance. I'm in scramble mode trying to come up with the cash I need to finish machine shop school,so I can take a shit on the desk here and LEAVE after I find a job doing CNC work,and eventually open my custom pool cue shop. I can stick it out until then,but I pity this place after I leave. They already close the store early 75% of the time when I call in sick anyway,they will have to hire like 2 noobs to replace me,in all seriousness. Tommy D.
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