It’s 3 am, and I just got off work. And it was such a chaotic night…oy. This is a venting post, but I’m not pitting it, cuz for one I’m just frustrated at life rather than a particular person, and for two, I’m gonna be good and not use any pitworthy words.
To start off, one of my closers got fired a few days ago. The other closing manager didn’t like him, and drove him to the point where he nearly walked out. Instead, he swore at the store manager, who fired him. He wasn’t even working any of Crystal’s shifts this week…I got along fine with him, and he was closing for me 4 nights this week. Now that he’s gone, I’m minus a closer. So we brought in Barbera the dishwasher. She handles the dishes, but can’t work with customers, so we were still short. So Catie agreed to work until 11 for me. Yay. Life is good.
I walk in today, a little after 4. The place is trashed, Catie was running the shift, and she was stressin. Melanie, one of the 15 year olds, wanted to leave at 5. She was off at 6. i didn’t really have extra people, so I told her she had to stay. “Well I’m punching out at 5, whether you let me or not!” So I told her that was fine, but that if she punched out, she wasn’t coming back. 5:15 came, she punched out. She was written up as a voluntary resignation. The assistant manager was ready to throw her into the street. She’s not a valued employee, to say the least. So dinner, when we had all the people, was dead. As soon as it went down to 4 people (incl myself), we started to get slammed.
Around 8:30, one of my other closers started to feel sick. He has diabetes, and tested his insulin level or something, and it was really high. I know nothing about diabetes. But the last thing I need is for someone to go into shock while I was in charge. So I had to send him home. Catie said she’d stay and close, but she’s borderline overtime. The Ops manager just cracked dowm, all overime has to be approved by her. So in order for her to stay and close, I had to cut her from my shift tomorrow. I’ll have to deal without her. We got our butts kiced nonstop. We close at 1, I had to cut the lights at 12:30 so we could get half caugt up.
So 1 finally comes, I got into the office to do my cashout. The safe was short $96. I didn’t check it before the assistant manager left, and once closing time came around, I was screwed.I knew it wasn’t my fault, because I hadn’t touched backup, but I was stuck dealing with it. So I counted backup like 8 times, I had Catie count it, it just wasn’t there. I was gonna have to take it out of my deposit, but then Charlene would have a hissy with me when she saw that I was missing almost $100. So I had to page
Gualter. He’s the ass. manager, and in charge this week while the store manager is on vacation. He’s also the opening manager tomorrow. Which meant that I had to call him at close to 2 am, when he had to be at the store in less than 3 hours. He told me just to leave it for him, and he’d fix it in the morning since it was probably his fault. I was nearly hysterical by this point. So my closers were pretty much done, and I still had good half hour ahead of me. And I was everyone’s ride home, so they had to wait for me. I ended up telling them to finish, I gave Catie my car keys, and had her drive the other 2 home while I finished my shit. Then she came back, and we finished up the store together. Oy…McDonalds isn’t worth all this stress…I just need a nice long bubblebath.
Evilbeth, please tell me your horror stories, so I don’t feel alone here 