I have heard a lot of strange reasons for people quitting their jobs, but yesterday one of our checkers left for a bad one.
It seems Herb was miffed two weekends ago, because at the height of the Memorial Day Weekend Rush he didn't have a bagger. He felt that he was being asked to do too much, to bag groceries as well as run them past the scanner.
Me, I thought that bagging was part of the job. Part of why I'm good as a checker is that I'm a danged good bagger, quick and efficient. I almost never have someone else doing my bagging for me.
Yes, during the Memorial Day weekend we had lines. We had a lot more customers that weekend than we usually have. I survived quite well without a bagger. In fact, I enjoyed the rush of that weekend... it really was a "rush".
Buh-bye, Herb.
Then again, I'm not one to spend my time complaining about the conditions at work, not without first trying to make them better myself. Yesterday, on what was supposed to be a short, four hour shift, within minutes of when I was supposed to clock out, I was asked to stay for an additional four hours because of of the cart wranglers had decided to call out. Yep, I was out in the parking lot again, wrangling carts. Helping old ladies lift their heavy bags into their cars. Picking up trash. If the kid who had called out had been there, he'd have spent his shift sitting on his butt, ignoring the old ladies and the trash, and only fetching the carts when he felt like it.
Dixie, my boss, and I have been plotting out how to correctly train the new crop of wranglers. The biggest problem is making sure I get ahold of the new kids before the old wranglers (the ones who constantly call out) teach them the bad work habits.
End of rant.
