On my one day off I’ve done nothing but sleep today it seems. Wednesday on my first 12 and a half hour shift I was stressed, I had 8 orders I needed to be sent out that day, three other items that I needed to get sent out that were physically on my desk and countless orders to chase.
Needless to say it was a very stressful day at the office that day. There was much shouting coming from my mouth and when I shout, people listen due to the “booming voice” that I have. I’m like a white Barry White.
Thursday I was given the day off (and I was still busy that day) which I didn’t want because I wanted to work with Michelle, she only does three days a week and we work well as a team when she’s in. But alas I wasn’t there, she had a terrible day and told me that she wants to quit and go elsewhere. I convinced her to stay. Then Friday it was another 12 and a half hour shift and I was left with all the work Michelle didn’t complete the day before because she wasn’t getting the support she needed from the new manager.
So I have a stack of paper an inch thick to wade through as soon as I got in. I didn’t even have the energy to get stressed. My manager asked me what was wrong and my reply was, “I’m just… broken.”
I just plodded on, I got everything done that day, I got home at half 9 and just went straight to bed. Woke up Saturday morning, I managed to swap my Sunday for Saturday so I could work with Shell, Saturday we managed to get a lot of stuff done and it’s to the point now that I’m going to start work Monday with a clean slate.
I got all my shit done at last.
But of course there’ll be more and it’ll be another stressful day with it being 12 and half hours again. I can’t do many more of these!
Than I have to come home from all of this to dodge the diseases my parents have. Between my dad having the “flu” and coughing as loud as he can at four in the fucking morning and my mum asking me if I want anything to eat while sneezing everywhere the last thing I need is to get ill.
On Saturday I got this phone call from some bloke, complaining.
Not complaining about the service or anything like that… But complaining that his partner is doing an apprenticeship at one of our stores and her hours have been cut in half.
Are you fucking serious? I remember the conversation like it was just yesterday.. Oh wait, it was.
Man: She’s working at your *INSERT STORE HERE* store and her hours have been cut in half and too be honest I’m not very happy about it.
Me: Right… Have you tried, I don’t know, talking to the manager of the actual store about it?
Me: Has she tried talking to the manager about it?
Man: Well no.
Me: Right okay so why have you decided to phone the INTERNET SALES line before doing anything else? What do you want me to do about it? Sell you a tent to live in?
Man: I thought I rang the customer service number.
Me: You didn’t, you rang the sales line. Even if you rang the customer service you’re not even a customer. Your partner needs to be talking to the manager of the store and if that doesn’t work then you get in contact with the area manager. You do not call the head office. You’re lucky I’m not going to tell the manager at *INSERT STORE HERE* what you’ve been doing because instead of reduced hours she could have ended up with no hours.
Man: Okay, I’m sorry.
Then I slammed the phone down on him. I have enough to deal with without staff members’ fuck buddies calling the head office for matters that aren’t even our concern. Stores seem to fail to realize that we don’t have jurisdiction over the stores. General public seem to fail to realize this aswell.
Such as when a customers been given bad customer service in a store then phones me on the sales line, demanding something be done about it today. Demanding an area manager get in contact today.
Just fuck off and get a fucking life.
You fucking twats.