sometimes it isn't as easy as taking action juz based on assumptions or hearsay. there's always consequences and it is my duty to think of solutions that will be win-win for all. the things you saw are juz things. but the actions i need to take requires more than juz that. actions.
it also ain't easy to run a shift when all you see the runners standing around and literally chatting away without any focus on customers. there is always a reason why some people are juz the way they are. true. it may be the manager who may told you not to stock up or whatsoever. but have you really spare a thought for the shift manager? it may not juz be me. it can be anyone else on shift. but if you guys think i'm over-reacting and overbearing. i'm sorry.
from now i don't want to say anymore. do what you guys deem fit. i am sick of it all. why should i bloody hell put on a happy front and tell people to do things nicely when all they want is to earn easy money and stand there and chat. tell them to do this and that and they give you a fucking black face? and so if i am petty enough these are the people i will choose not to put on schedule and these are the people whose hours i will cut. as short as possible. coz to me without them the store won't collapse. if i am petty.
then there are those who stands there and the customer is waiting in line yet they stand around and chit chat. i'm not saying all are as such. but you can see for yourself. and so what happens? being a fellow in blue or red with a black name tag i'm the one who 'entertains' the customer. do you know how it fucking feels?
i feel i'm a lobby crew every weekend when i'm on shift. i'm not managing. i'll give myself a fucking 'F' for my shift. simply coz i'm the one who clears the table. looks for seats. stock up condiments. bring clean trays to the counter front. and for what fucking reason do i need to? juz coz so i want my crew to be able to focus on the customers on hand and i chose to do this. but have anyone fucking cares about what i feel or even appreciate what i does? fuckingly no. they think it's normal and expected behaviour for a manager to stock up while they juz stand around. so a manager is paid to stock up? fucking fine. why don't i demote and juz be a crew? stand around only what. not like i can't do it. i think my procedures are 90% of the time right if not 100%. and i can fuckingly run more than 3 stations at peak period while performing procedures.
and the fucking customers are irritating. izzit so hard to juz thank or acknowledge the person who clears the table or wipes after your mess? singaporeans are fucking spoilt brats.
there's enough stress at work these few weeks and next month is going to be hell. no idea how i'll leave through the month but hopefully i'll survive in 1 piece. and i'm parking in store more often nowadays. coz probably most of the people i'm closer with are now from mac.
i'm now running on adrenaline coz i worked closing the other day and met devil at imm to buy my mouse. then went csc to try to bowl but was full house so headed down to home team ns to bowl. and then to lot 1 for dinner and store for hot chocolate. then next day was working with devil. and then 1 day i met alien and jessica for k and des for pasta after. and then i met angel and devil for dinner and went chill with angel in store over hot chocolate and ended up leaving only at 2am with shark and jac jac when i've been in store since opening and working morning today. and i got the cup from devil today. tkz devil! =)
was pouring out to angel all that i was feeling and my dilemma. and now i feel drained. it has been some time since i last felt this drained. yes i was stressed out certain days the month before and the last. but this time. i feel even more tired. and next month with 4 managers on leave i can 'look forward' to another wonderful schedule. although i did tell my boss i don't mind working straight for 2 weeks coz i don't have a choice. do i? and i pity her. especially when there are people who are not understanding and as heartless.
and there's always you somewhere at the back of my head. why?