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Tonight I endeavored to start rearranging my tags. It's something I've wanted to do for awhile because I have duplicates of things... like quote and quotes and all sorts of words with dates after them that can be combined because WHO CARES what I thought of baseball in 2006 versus 2008. It's taking longer than I thought it would because sometimes I have to consider the entry and see if another tag would work better and then there are the tags that I haven't even thought about because they are massive and I'm not sure if I should leave them together or break them apart or... oh dear. This is going to take much longer than one night. When my OCD wars with my unique personality complex, things go haywire!
So I'm going to complain about work. Bear with me. It goes somewhere. (EDIT: Um... it doesn't really. So... read if you want. No one's breathing down your neck.)
People are being laid off left and right. In my neck of the woods, we are OVER-staffed. This is not the fault of anyone but our dear illustrious boss. The very highest one. She is a sweetheart but she spazzed out and now we have three techs. We're only open from 9-7 on weekdays and none of the three of us works weekends (another girl altogether works those hours). To get somewhere near 40 hours a week, we spend a lot of time with 3 techs. While this has been lovely for me because I can concentrate on the paperwork, we just aren't busy enough for 3 people. Today the boss called the Head Pharmacist into her office and this was the jist of the conversation... "You are overstaffed. I don't want to see them talking and not doing anything. They should always be working. ALWAYS!"
Yes, she's right. We should always be working. For the first time, we are! I think all three of us realize what a precarious position we're in but it's not like we can do anything about the situation other than having EXCELLENT customer service and helping out on the floor. The shelves near our area are spick and span! The drug bottles are always fairly nicely lined up. We try very hard to catch the phone by the second ring and we can complete a transaction in under 5 minutes if the pharmacist isn't too busy.
It's not our fault that we're overstaffed. We specifically talked about this when the boss hired the third girl. We told her that it would be an overabundance of help. This is a job that I can do on my own most days when it's slow. So why am I once again watching my back for fear that I'll be out on the street? I can only be so much of a suck-up before I start to annoy even myself. And I know the Head Pharmacist and the other Pharmacist have my back but I don't always know about the boss. She knows me from way back and we have history (good and not so good) and she always has history with my family... but I don't trust her because I don't understand how her mind works and where her loyalties lie.
So I'm going to complain about work. Bear with me. It goes somewhere. (EDIT: Um... it doesn't really. So... read if you want. No one's breathing down your neck.)
People are being laid off left and right. In my neck of the woods, we are OVER-staffed. This is not the fault of anyone but our dear illustrious boss. The very highest one. She is a sweetheart but she spazzed out and now we have three techs. We're only open from 9-7 on weekdays and none of the three of us works weekends (another girl altogether works those hours). To get somewhere near 40 hours a week, we spend a lot of time with 3 techs. While this has been lovely for me because I can concentrate on the paperwork, we just aren't busy enough for 3 people. Today the boss called the Head Pharmacist into her office and this was the jist of the conversation... "You are overstaffed. I don't want to see them talking and not doing anything. They should always be working. ALWAYS!"
Yes, she's right. We should always be working. For the first time, we are! I think all three of us realize what a precarious position we're in but it's not like we can do anything about the situation other than having EXCELLENT customer service and helping out on the floor. The shelves near our area are spick and span! The drug bottles are always fairly nicely lined up. We try very hard to catch the phone by the second ring and we can complete a transaction in under 5 minutes if the pharmacist isn't too busy.
It's not our fault that we're overstaffed. We specifically talked about this when the boss hired the third girl. We told her that it would be an overabundance of help. This is a job that I can do on my own most days when it's slow. So why am I once again watching my back for fear that I'll be out on the street? I can only be so much of a suck-up before I start to annoy even myself. And I know the Head Pharmacist and the other Pharmacist have my back but I don't always know about the boss. She knows me from way back and we have history (good and not so good) and she always has history with my family... but I don't trust her because I don't understand how her mind works and where her loyalties lie.
