This is bound to be a short journal entry. I’m pretty sleepy.
Today, I got to work at 8:00 like every Friday. Then I had to sift through the poorly done financial material from the day before when I wasn’t there. That took an hour. By that time I should have already started setting up the store. So I go ahead and do that, and it takes nearly 45 minutes because of Zadra being in the dining room waiting until 11:00 for her shift. It bothers me that she’s in there, even though she is just reading a book.
Anyway, I finish up and have to double check the grocery order. Everything on the list is there…except for one thing. After sorting through the entire freezer, I ordered 6 boxes of Steak Fingers, and instead find out that they put the labels of the Steak Fingers on boxes of BBQ Beef…we don’t even sell that, and we now have 24 gallons of it.
Well, I also ordered too large of a roll of toilet paper, and forgot to order toys, and they also sent two boxes extra of cups. So I got credit for the BBQ and TP, they didn’t charge for the cups, and we’ll just have to get some toys from the warehouse.
Then my cash register stops ringing tax on it. So I take some initiative and call the cash register people and find out how to fix that.
Once that is taken care of, I get to deal with my brother’s check and my mom calling me at work, delivering messages from my step-dad, to no doubt, gripe at me if UPS doesn’t deliver on time.
then Steve comes, and we talk about scheduling for next week for about 45 minutes, and I am assigned the task of finding someone to work days. Not too difficult.
Then finally the day is over after I go to the bank and back to DQ. On the way home, my mom makes the comment that her shoe is slippery from, what she thinks is grease. Little did I know that that comment brought up again at dinner would spark an hour long lecture from my step-dad about my “past-history, my integrity, and not improving,” among other things, like my health insurance, lawn mowing, caring about other people, and excuses.
If he only knew what I deal with at DQ. Of course, it won’t matter to him, because he is a manager, so I should be able to do it for one of the following reasons: “I’m young,” “it’s my job,” “if I wanted to be a business manager, I would have thought of it,” etc.
Well, I am young. And the amount of things I deal with has increased, and it takes time to learn to adjust to them all. I depend on the people that work with me to do their job, and if I have to go behind them and redo it, why do they even work for me? Especially since this person, Zadra, is a shift leader. She wanted my job before I came back, (and most likely even now). But she can’t even do her own job.
My parents also went up to DQ tonight to get some ice cream, and found out some un-good news. We’re losing customers because the people are too slow up there. One person had to wait forever in the drive-thru, and the second person got out of the car and went inside to place the order and then back outside to sit in the drive thru. And the person behind my parents just left. It’s most likely Carol’s fault. According to my parents, Amanda was running circles around Carol when it came to producing orders. Carol is just too slow, and costing us too much money to keep. I believe she needs to find another job, but Steve does not want to fire her. My reason: the sales are not coming to afford to keep a third full-time person. She doesn’t do $7.00/hr work to have that pay.
Anyway, I’ll tell Steve about it and get on the ball with finding a new employee. That’s all for tonight. Laterz.
- Song in my head: Theme – M.A.S.H.
- Craving: Wintogreen Mints
- Mood: Frustrated / Sleepy
- Thought: “For the first time in a while, I consciously thought of Jamie Johnson and Sarah Estrada. I heard a country song this morning that they used to sing, and missed them.
- Quote: “It’s a great…day…to be alive. I know the sun’s still shining when I close my eyes…” – Country song that reminds me of Jamie and Sarah
