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Happy Birthday – Again

Published March 26, 2017 by mindfulofchatter

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It seems as though you just had your birthday, and another one comes barrelling around the corner. This isn’t so when you are a kid and your birthday take F-O-R-E-V-E-R to come ’round again. As an adult (especially us who are gettin’ up there) they seem come faster and faster.

For my birthday this year I got myself a new job. The job I had, had too many issues for me to happily accept and just work without being bothered by them.

It was in retail, which in itself can be both horrible and fun. But the store I was working in was dirty and cold. No one put misplaced items back in their proper places, and there were too may empty pegs throughout the store. This is the fault of the corporate office not allowing full-time employees (this store is ‘too small’ for full time employees), along with not allowing the manager to schedule someone to do everything that needs done. An example is having only 1/2 an hour after close to do put backs (things customer decided against purchasing at the register), and cleaning the bathrooms. Yeah, this corporation is too damn cheap to hire cleaners. And it shows. They also check your purse (which has been in a locked locker all shift) before you leave after your shift. So thanks for trusting your employees. I spent every shift listening to customers complain about the cold, the mess, the disorganization.

The other issues were are squarely on management’s shoulders. My training was awful. I asked about pay periods and never got a straight, full answer. I was scheduled once to work in an area I’d hadn’t been trained for and was told ‘Someone will show you how in the morning. Then there will be a manager on all day so it shouldn’t be an issue.’ Even though everyone else had days of training beforehand, I’d be fine with just a quick run through. Breaks were not given in a timely manner. We were told at training meeting to check ‘the tour’ sheet so we could ask for a break. Why? The manager admitted being bad about breaks. This would have been okay, except my last few shifts had a blank tour sheet out. The names and shift times were on it, but no breaks. I had to ask three times to get my break times. I was once an hour and 15 minutes ‘late’ going to lunch because no one was ‘available’ to break me (this happened because the first lunch break was forgotten by management and then was taken late). Then I got quagmired by a customer with 123 items and too many coupons. The register locked and neither the assistant manager nor the manager could figure it out. My lunch break lasted through my second schedule break. I came back with 1 hour and 15 minutes left on my shift. I never got the second break I was promised. Not that it mattered. I would have gotten a 15 minute break half an hour before my shift ended.

Oh, let’s not forget the tissue that remained on the floor for a month before I finally picked it up (it was one those ‘how longer before anyone else notices’ kind of things). It was there when I came for an interview, and still there 4 weeks later. Even though the closing manager supposedly does a store walk through each night. I’m still not sure what they look at during their walk throughs. Apparently it isn’t the crap all over the floors, unfolded shirts, merchandise in the wrong areas, disorganized sections…you know, the things one would think were important?

And, in spite of stating clearly in my interview that I didn’t want to stand around doing nothing, I spent a lot time standing around doing nothing. But I can say my front sections were clean and well organized (and well swept).

So I found a new job. It pay $2.00 an hour more. It is in the town where I live and not up the road 20 miles. It will be harder work, but I won’t be standing around watching the dust drift.

So put another candle on my birthday cake. I’m another year old today!

And I got a new job.

 

14 Days Into The New Year, And……..

Published January 15, 2013 by mindfulofchatter

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Things are going well on the work front. I really like my new job. Everyone has been so nice, and making the effort to come up and welcome me. It will take me a while to get all the new faces hooked with all the new names, but that’s all right.

I have found out a few very nice things about my new company. They are a locally owned and operated company, not a big corporation with a tons of branches all over the place. We are paid for the pay period we work, not 2 weeks behind. Most of the other employees have worked there for several years. Everyone seems to get along and do their jobs well. I have not heard one peep of gossip about you-know-who doing you-know-what, or being the lazy one, or being the one who rips off the company. There is an open door policy that is truly an open door policy. I think I am going to love it there.

My apartment is coming together nicely. I have made a short list of the things I need to complete it. Some are things I actually need, some things I would like to have. I won the apartment complexes count-the-candy-in-the-jar contest. I was off by 4. No one has ever come that close. The prize was a $50 gift card, which I used it to get a vacuum cleaner. I have artwork up on the walls, a nice area rug, a small coffee table and curtains over the windows. It is warm and inviting, even if it’s small. I am finding more and more, I like the smaller space. It keeps me from having an overload of stuff. Or, in my case, re-overloading myself with stuff. I got rid of so much when I relocated to Washington. I found I just didn’t need  that thing, or that pile, and why do I still have this ugly arse thing? It all went away. And now it will stay away. I simply do not have the room, nor do I have the ‘want’. I have a feeling, once I have some shelves up, more things will go away. I am not minimalist – yet. Maybe in a few more years.

Mr. Coffee Date has faded away. I don’t know what happened. We spent a day texting each other throughout the day (he was with his kids). Another couple of days texting back and forth about his home projects and general conversation. All seemed to be going well, then nothing. Zero, Zip. Nada. I don’t know what happened. I am not going to chase him down. I initiated contact the last round, so I  won’t again. Besides, he does have fingers, a phone and my number.

My days are filled with a good place to work, friendly people, my trusty four-legged companion, walks and play at the dog park. My evenings are full of books, movies, some Tv and warm, comfortable bed. As my financial feet get on more stable ground, I will be able to extend my activities a bit more. Perhaps, at some point, there will also be a two-legged companion to share my time with.

All and all, this is a very happy new year, indeed!