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edenfallingThis morning I woke up at about 10:20am to a phone call from Sweetheart, saying that Lemme-Tell-Ya had not appeared for his shift today (9am-5pm), and when she called him, he'd said something to the effect of, "Well, of course I got today off too for medical reasons. Melodrama and Liz said they'd handle it."
Uh. That was news to me. Apparently it was also news to Melodrama. If you want us to rearrange the schedule because you can't work, you have to TELL US that you can't work, and then ask us to handle finding coverage.
So I hurried through my morning routine and got in to the smoke shop about forty-five minutes early (11:15am instead of noon, as I'd been scheduled). Sweetheart called Boss Lady to report this, and Boss Lady said to remove Lemme-Tell-Ya from the schedule at least through next Tuesday (or until he gets a doctor's note? Sweetheart and I were both a bit unclear on this, since Boss Lady was at her daughter's home, babysitting, and her toddler grandson was repeatedly and loudly on the phone in the middle of the calls) and also that if he comes back, he will be part-time.
We took intent note of the word IF instead of the word WHEN.
Anyway, Sweetheart got morning cashup finished once I arrived, did the banking stuff, then went on break. Meanwhile I plowed through the daily list, and when she returned from break, I did the basement supply run while she ground coffee for Friday. Then I went on break at 1:30pm, and as soon as I returned, she punched out and left. We did not do afternoon cashup, as that would've required her to stay late.
I then ran the store alone for three hours, which involved a lot of paperwork tasks -- punching holes in cigarette inventory sheets, checking prices on the P&K invoice for the delivery that will arrive Friday or Monday (whichever is most inconvenient), ordering some instant lottery tickets, stripping and distributing employee magazines, etc. I also cleaned, priced, and put up a new delivery of bargain books (aka, old books that never sold anywhere else, so we get to try to at least recoup a fraction of their wholesale cost), and did daily tasks like taking trash and recycling out back, cleaning the cappuccino machine, refilling the water in the cigar humidors, straightening and restocking magazines, sweeping the front entryway and sidewalk, and so on and so forth. Plus selling things to customers! Can't forget that; that is always priority number one. *wry*
Puppydog arrived shortly after 5pm to fill in as the closer. I got him to restock the coolers -- which was the only two-person task Sweetheart and I hadn't done earlier -- and then showed him how to change the roll of printer labels in the scale we use to weigh and price coffee beans and rollng tobacco. And then, after some cleanup tasks, I left at 6pm.
I took a two hour nap upon arriving home, because I cannot afford to get sick right now, and the surest way I know to invite illness is a lack of adequate sleep.
...
I called Potential New Hire about the little test booklet, and he came in shortly after noon to fill it out. I left the booklet in Boss Lady's box since I am not an initiate into the mysteries of the hiring evaluation rites. She will be in on Saturday to cover Lemme-Tell-Ya's shift, so hopefully she will get that processed then. (He seems all right from what little I could tell on such a brief meeting -- another older white dude, but probably in his forties rather than his sixties, and pretty flexible about what hours he can work.)
*crosses fingers and tries to think positively*
Uh. That was news to me. Apparently it was also news to Melodrama. If you want us to rearrange the schedule because you can't work, you have to TELL US that you can't work, and then ask us to handle finding coverage.
So I hurried through my morning routine and got in to the smoke shop about forty-five minutes early (11:15am instead of noon, as I'd been scheduled). Sweetheart called Boss Lady to report this, and Boss Lady said to remove Lemme-Tell-Ya from the schedule at least through next Tuesday (or until he gets a doctor's note? Sweetheart and I were both a bit unclear on this, since Boss Lady was at her daughter's home, babysitting, and her toddler grandson was repeatedly and loudly on the phone in the middle of the calls) and also that if he comes back, he will be part-time.
We took intent note of the word IF instead of the word WHEN.
Anyway, Sweetheart got morning cashup finished once I arrived, did the banking stuff, then went on break. Meanwhile I plowed through the daily list, and when she returned from break, I did the basement supply run while she ground coffee for Friday. Then I went on break at 1:30pm, and as soon as I returned, she punched out and left. We did not do afternoon cashup, as that would've required her to stay late.
I then ran the store alone for three hours, which involved a lot of paperwork tasks -- punching holes in cigarette inventory sheets, checking prices on the P&K invoice for the delivery that will arrive Friday or Monday (whichever is most inconvenient), ordering some instant lottery tickets, stripping and distributing employee magazines, etc. I also cleaned, priced, and put up a new delivery of bargain books (aka, old books that never sold anywhere else, so we get to try to at least recoup a fraction of their wholesale cost), and did daily tasks like taking trash and recycling out back, cleaning the cappuccino machine, refilling the water in the cigar humidors, straightening and restocking magazines, sweeping the front entryway and sidewalk, and so on and so forth. Plus selling things to customers! Can't forget that; that is always priority number one. *wry*
Puppydog arrived shortly after 5pm to fill in as the closer. I got him to restock the coolers -- which was the only two-person task Sweetheart and I hadn't done earlier -- and then showed him how to change the roll of printer labels in the scale we use to weigh and price coffee beans and rollng tobacco. And then, after some cleanup tasks, I left at 6pm.
I took a two hour nap upon arriving home, because I cannot afford to get sick right now, and the surest way I know to invite illness is a lack of adequate sleep.
...
I called Potential New Hire about the little test booklet, and he came in shortly after noon to fill it out. I left the booklet in Boss Lady's box since I am not an initiate into the mysteries of the hiring evaluation rites. She will be in on Saturday to cover Lemme-Tell-Ya's shift, so hopefully she will get that processed then. (He seems all right from what little I could tell on such a brief meeting -- another older white dude, but probably in his forties rather than his sixties, and pretty flexible about what hours he can work.)
*crosses fingers and tries to think positively*
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Date: 2013-11-22 06:40 am (UTC)As for the bargain books... here's Clive James. reprehensibly reflective: http://web.cs.dal.ca/~johnston/poetry/bookofmyenemy.html
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Date: 2013-11-22 07:07 am (UTC)*reads poem* Ahahahahaha! Yeah, pretty much. Some of our bargain books are perfectly serviceable things -- stray single hardover copies of bestsellers that just didn't sell 100% of what was ordered before the paperback editions were released -- but others are, um... Oh, there is no polite way to say this. They are TERRIBLE. Just flat-out awful pieces of shit. I cannot understand why anyone published them in the first place. There is a reason we have runs of thirty-plus copies of certain titles, and it's not that there was a tragic ordering miscommunication. It's that they are just BAD BOOKS.