So Mr. Slash and Burn who is the woefully out of touch manager I have at the grocery store I work at who dosen't know what the fuck he is doing is out looking for scapegoats and of course yours truly is one of them. Just recently he started scheduling the opening dairy clerk which is usually my good friend Martin but 2 days a week is me 6AM-3PM instead of 7AM-4PM because of how early the loads have been coming in which on most days is no problem but on Wednesday which is one of the days I cover that shift seriously bites me in the ass.

It is because on Wednesday loads are nearly always late which is a problem for 2 major reasons, first I have to write an order for the next day which is extremely difficult to do if I don't even know what the frag we even have because I barely got to work any of my load. And this of course takes time to be precise usually about a half hour to 45 minutes depending on how large the order is and how unsure I am of what we have. Sure I always print out the invoice and that does help but it dosen't exactly read like a novel and the items are in no particular order that I am aware of. And the earlier shift gives me less time to work the load which puts me even further behind.

So yesterday like alot of Wednesdays my load came in late, it came in at 12:30 and because it take time for the truck driver to deliver the load I didn't get to start breaking down until 1:00. So I broke down what I could and when it was time to start writing the order at 2:00 the only things in my load I worked were a few holes for the eggs. Around 2:30 or so I send my order and I because the assistant manager wanted me to face my section because one of the higher ups was coming that took about 10 or 15 more minutes so I only got to work a few more cases before it was time to go home. So I head right up front to clock out and Mr Slash and Burn asks me how much of the load I got done and I told him the truth and he had this shocked look on his face like I just told him his mother died or something.

He then proceeded to go on a bullshit story about how he supposedly "understands" that the load was late but how I "should have got more done" and how I should just not focus on stacking everything off and wheel out the major holes. Which of course sounds great in theory but when you consider the fact that I know I won't get my load done, the cooler is at least half the size it should be and I am getting both a milk load and another wall load (yogurt, cheese, eggs ect) the next day I need as much space as I can possibly get. So if I am able to at least stack everything off than making room for the next days loads will be relatively easy and Martin can easily wheel the stuff out to the sales floor once he is ready to do so.

After getting that unexpected and undeserved tongue lashing I was finally able to call it quits for the day and get out of there, but ladies and gents when I come back Friday morning that unless some miracle happened I will probably walk into one hell of a mess. Probably not as bad as the mess I walked into last Friday but a pretty bad one nonetheless.