Post by Saknika on Apr 3, 2010 20:39:56 GMT -5
Today is just too crazy not to share. So fasten your seatbelts for the crazy ride that was my day!
Today I went in to work at 8am, scheduled to work until 2pm. A solid 6 hours of feeding the hungry with bagels and paninis. I really love my job, but wow, I don't think I want many of these days in a row.
It started off pretty easy, just a slow and steady flow of people. Only... we were out of two kinds of bagels. Truck wasn't here yet. Truck was late by two hours at that point.
So the day continues, and it's beautiful out, so the traffic is steadily increasing. My manager gets a text from on of my coworkers, we'll call him CW-A for reference. Says he's puking, what does she (my manager) want him to do. Well, turns out he pulls this every week when it's nice out, so she calls him and tells him to drag his butt to work. She immediately gets a text saying that he'll be there.
Why'd she be so mean you might ask? Well CW-B, my other coworker who was on shift, had already gotten a text from CW-A asking if he wanted to go to the track later. The track, by the way, is the Harness Track and Racino that Saratoga is famous for tourism wise.
So CW-A is due in at 1pm.
It gets to be about 11am and all of Saratoga decides it's time to eat, and floods the store. We still have no truck and quickly run out of bread, tomatoes, and more kinds of bagels. We have no chicken either, really, except this weird stuff that normally only goes in salads.
By now the computer has also stopped working correctly, so the District Manager is on his way to help sort all this out.
Thankfully, CW-B and CW-C and I are keeping each other sane with good humor and teamwork.
About 11:30am CW-B gets a text from CW-A saying he's not coming in. My manager decides he's fired, and calls in reinforcements.
Noon hits and the store has cleared out for the most part. The DM arrives... to a woman running in with screaming children. Her toddler fell on the sidewalk and cracked his head good enough to split it open just above the eye. CW-C sees the blood and about vomits, the DM is doing basic first aid, and my manager calls the ambulance. I would have helped, but it was more important to give them space and to keep what few customers we had coming in calm and answer their questions while getting food. So within 15min we had paramedics and stuff in the store.
The truck didn't arrive until 1pm, during ANOTHER rush of people. Thankfully the ambulance and stuff is gone by now.
If you can't guess, tension was high.
Then, a drawer was off in the register again, and my manager needed to sort that out. So she asked CW-C and I if we could stay late until she figured that all out. Not a problem.
We both finally left around 3pm.
The good news (maybe)? I'm being trained as a supervisor.
Yikes. D:
Today I went in to work at 8am, scheduled to work until 2pm. A solid 6 hours of feeding the hungry with bagels and paninis. I really love my job, but wow, I don't think I want many of these days in a row.
It started off pretty easy, just a slow and steady flow of people. Only... we were out of two kinds of bagels. Truck wasn't here yet. Truck was late by two hours at that point.
So the day continues, and it's beautiful out, so the traffic is steadily increasing. My manager gets a text from on of my coworkers, we'll call him CW-A for reference. Says he's puking, what does she (my manager) want him to do. Well, turns out he pulls this every week when it's nice out, so she calls him and tells him to drag his butt to work. She immediately gets a text saying that he'll be there.
Why'd she be so mean you might ask? Well CW-B, my other coworker who was on shift, had already gotten a text from CW-A asking if he wanted to go to the track later. The track, by the way, is the Harness Track and Racino that Saratoga is famous for tourism wise.
So CW-A is due in at 1pm.
It gets to be about 11am and all of Saratoga decides it's time to eat, and floods the store. We still have no truck and quickly run out of bread, tomatoes, and more kinds of bagels. We have no chicken either, really, except this weird stuff that normally only goes in salads.
By now the computer has also stopped working correctly, so the District Manager is on his way to help sort all this out.
Thankfully, CW-B and CW-C and I are keeping each other sane with good humor and teamwork.
About 11:30am CW-B gets a text from CW-A saying he's not coming in. My manager decides he's fired, and calls in reinforcements.
Noon hits and the store has cleared out for the most part. The DM arrives... to a woman running in with screaming children. Her toddler fell on the sidewalk and cracked his head good enough to split it open just above the eye. CW-C sees the blood and about vomits, the DM is doing basic first aid, and my manager calls the ambulance. I would have helped, but it was more important to give them space and to keep what few customers we had coming in calm and answer their questions while getting food. So within 15min we had paramedics and stuff in the store.
The truck didn't arrive until 1pm, during ANOTHER rush of people. Thankfully the ambulance and stuff is gone by now.
If you can't guess, tension was high.
Then, a drawer was off in the register again, and my manager needed to sort that out. So she asked CW-C and I if we could stay late until she figured that all out. Not a problem.
We both finally left around 3pm.
The good news (maybe)? I'm being trained as a supervisor.
Yikes. D:
