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Work on Saturday night sucked.

Why, you ask? Well…

So it was looking like it was going to be a pretty big night. A lot of work to do! A lot of stuff to sign. No big deal, everyone is short on hours due to some horrible scheduling issue that’s screwing everyone, staying an hour or two late wasn’t going to make anyone mad. And we needed that time too, as our crew was made up mostly of the new members of the team, including one new guy who was still being trained. So yeah, it was going to be slow going.

So I plan everything out for this, I get people out there, we get working, etc. At 11:15, over the loudspeaker comes the announcement that we have to be out of the building at 12:15. This wasn’t me, the team supervisor being told this. No, this was everyone being told this. But it was the first I’d heard about it. If I had known about it ahead of time, I could have done something about it. I could have planned the night around the limited time, and maximized what we got done and made it easy for the rest of the store to finish up after us.

But it was too late for that. We had an hour to do half the work of a basically 6 hour shift.

We rushed. We got done what we could, and I wrote a note explaining, but fuck… this makes me look bad. Very bad. To both the people working in the store tomorrow and to my crew. Maybe it’s stupid of me, for I am just Management’s puppet, but I like to at least seem like I know what’s going on and am in control. It just makes people worry less, so we get more done. But that sure as fuck didn’t happen that night.

I shouldn’t care. I’m not going to get fired for it, because it’s not my fault. I got paid. I shouldn’t give a shit about my silly part time retail job.
But bleh… still frustrating…