Still feeling the effects of my
trip home this past weekend. I mentioned that I worked on Christmas
day, as a result I did my grocery order on Friday last week as
opposed to my normal Saturday order day, so I might be able to sneak
in a few days at home with the family. I left Pittsburgh Friday
evening when they came to meet me, and got back here Sunday evening,
but the thing about going home is that it almost always messes with
my sleeping schedule, which is bad to begin with.
Usually when I am at home I will
just sleep on the couch in the living room, but since nobody there is
currently working, my mom left the workforce a few years back now and
her husband has been in and out of a couple of jobs since his brain
aneurysm, there is no actual sleeping routine there at all. It is
like somebody is always awake, and while I can sleep through most
things, I did still have a couple of gifts that I had to wrap and I
couldn't do it with the recipients of the gifts constantly creeping
around. So I ended up getting to bed around 3am or so Saturday
morning, but then my normal Pittsburgh clock kicked in, so I was up
just a couple of hours after that.
I had resigned myself to the fact
that any sleep I would miss out on over the weekend I could make up
for when I got back to Pittsburgh on Sunday night. Just get to bed
early I thought to myself, so when I did get back into my humble
apartment I went and unpacked pretty quickly, then went to check my
phone messages before thinking I would call it an early night. Fat
chance there Matt.
One of my messages was from Ed,
so I figured I better call him back. I call around 7pm, I get his
voice mail. No big thing, he sometimes doesn't hear his phone and
sometimes he is just busy with something else, I figure he will call
me back pretty quickly if it was that important. An hour passes and
still no call, so I call again and again I get his voicemail. I am
not necessarily worried but I am thinking I hope he returns my call
soon because I want to get to bed pretty soon so I am all bright eyed
and bushy tailed rather than coming back to feel like I need a
vacation from my vacation (if you call two days in a row off an
actual vacation).
Ed calls me back around 8:30pm,
apparently Saturday one of our employees either went to work drunk or
got drunk at work because she passed out in the stockroom above Gus
Millers and her parents had to come and carry her out of the store.
Needless to say, that qualifies for an immediate termination, but
that also means there are now holes in the schedule that need filled,
shifts she was supposed to work that now will be unaccounted for.
Better still, Ed suggests to me that he wants to bring back a former
employee since we are now short staffed, an employee that I have had
issues with in the past because of consistent register shortages on
her part. So now not only to I have to mentally work out in my head
how we are going to approach fixing the schedule, I have to also talk
Ed out of making what to me would be a monumental mistake, and start
putting together a list of people to interview in hopes we can hire
some new (and better) people. So much for resting.
Monday and Tuesday then became
days where not only did I do my normal job, but I also was scheduling
and interview prospective employees. And Wednesday, because of us
being short staffed and people wanting off for the holidays, you can
already guess whose name it was that was pulled to run the store this
morning.
So my sleep schedule has turned
into me napping for a few hours after coming home from work and
eating, but then I find myself awake half the night, only to fall
back asleep about two hours before I have to be up for work again.
On the bright side, we have hired two new people so far, they are
both single, with no jobs or kids and are available for any shift at
either of our locations and so far they have done a very well in the
short time they have been with us, so I am keeping my fingers
crossed. I could use a little luck at this point. Well that and
sleep.
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