|New Record for Time to Burnout.
||[Feb. 14th, 2005|03:30 pm]
I thought I was going to be late last night, but I showed up on time.
Last night, a floor company entered the store to strip and wax the store floor. I had to be there after close to supervise the floor crew as they did their work.
The night didn't start out well . . . when I arrived, the crew needed everything off the floor, and most of the store features displays and boxes all over the floor, at the moment. I used my bad back in a frenzy to put everything on a shelf or top of a shelf. The back room, however, features 100% of the space used up by boxes of goods yet to be put on the shelves. We featured about 6 boats of stuff, including Easter promo goods, that would not fit in the back room.
Later, I ordered a pizza from a nearby chain. They told me a large with one topping was 12 bucks. My hunger had the best of me, and I couldn't leave the store, so I ordered it. The guy came with the pizza, and when I opened it in the office, to my surprise, the pizza was a medium size in a large box.
Thankfully, the floor people did an excellent job. I didn't have to watch them too closely because they were well-behaved. They did the floors with quality shine, something that one of them mentioned "had never been done before" in the store. Apparently, the store had never had service on its floors, from estimation, since it opened last July.
The floor people also found a bit of the Doo-Day residue when they moved a clothes rack. I shared that story, and they laughed.
The manager wanted some extra stock and front-work done that night, but I couldn't walk on the floors while they were stripping and coating them. The process took all night. We didn't leave until 2:15 AM.
I did, however, try to tidy up the office. I also finished the morning paperwork. I felt, however, completely drained by the constant chaos that is my store. My dad called, and I told him a bunch of negative stuff over the phone. I wasn't very happy, and I'm still not happy with my situation.
In tidying up the office, I found a note with my name on it . . . it was a manager-written note in a notebook . . . apparently, I am doing nothing in the store, and the store looks like hell, from the note. It was so nice to find that note. I don't blame the manager, however.
She's in the same boat as me. We were under-trained on the company-way to do things. Our last-week store evaluation netted a zero.
I am one of the few people who is there that will lift and stock with quality and accuracy. The manager also does a lot of this. The cashiers are very good at doing the register, more or less, but they don't lift and stock much . . . not without orders. They do, however, work the health products aisle, which is a good thing.
The men in the store work the stock . . . I, however, feature constant distraction from stuff that happens with customers at the register. I also run in a constant state of confusion. I never had time to learn how to do things right, and I don't understand quite a bit of what is supposed to be done . . . rather than continue to drone about the store's problems, I will leave you with the sum of my feelings . . . I'm burnin' out . . . it's affecting me outside of work.
To add to this, I will leave just one thing . . . I haven't been with the company for even one month.