#Not worrying about being called in bc short-staffed

[oculusxcaro]

That feel when I'm getting some replies banged out today but I also have a mad urge to draw the body horror. ✨

[angelcakestarlet]

salvatore part 3.0

richie jerimovich x reader

warnings: age gap, cheating (eventually) (guys it's for the plot i swear), drugs mentioned, swearing.

guys this part is gonna be divided into two bc it didn't fit into one post :< they've been posted at the same time, u can find part 3.5 on my acc! thanks 4 all the love cuties <3

most people would call richie an asshole, it was just his nature y'know? how he walked around with that smirk you couldn't wipe off his face, fucking with cousin, trying to 'man the ship' and take control with his abrasive voice and attitude. after you got hired at the beef though, everyone wondered to what extent of an asshole richie really was. carmy and tina were on his ass the most, gifting him a quick smack on the shoulder or upside the head whenever they caught him staring at you, eyes trailing you out the door. they knew he could be an asshole, obviously, but they wondered if he was really the type of guy to take one look at your gleaming eyes and full cheeks and not be able to help himself. everyone in the kitchen called you 'baby', there was no avoiding how obviously young you were. richie knew, of course he knew, the way you looked up at him through your long lashes. the bags under your eyes nowhere near as dark and deep as his or carmy's. you were achingly sweet, and it killed him. when you smiled at him, bidding him his daily 'good morning, richie!' he felt his teeth rot in his mouth. like he wanted to store you away in his pocket and never let anyone ruin that sparkle you held behind your eyes. yet at the same time, if it was up to him, he could be the one to do it. a reminder he felt every time he played with the ring on his left hand. god, he could ruin your life if you let him. it's not like actively wanted to, but whenever he caught a glimpse of the sun hitting your soft skin he felt something intangible. so when you came up behind the alley and sat next to him on your first day, and he saw the way your glossed lips wrapped around his cigarette he knew he couldn't help himself, he wouldn't. he saw it that day, a part of you is sick enough to want this too. from that point on, you play along. his sweet names for you, soft touches, like he wanted to guide you, teach you. 

"tell baby she can't be ringing in the orders all at once, cousin!" carmy yelled over at richie through the expo. "well maybe if you picked up the pace, did the damn system the way it's meant to be done you'd get it done, cousin." richie yells back rolling his eyes, he was being stubborn about all of carmen's new 'rules'. "just tell her, asshole!". richie threw his hands up, exiting the kitchen to find you ringing in orders on the new tablet that only you can seem to figure out. he comes up beside you, gently pulling your hand off the screen. you turn, recognizing richie's strong cigarette and minty aroma. "cousin's being a little bitch so i'm just gonna need you to slow down on ringing in orders. alright, sweetheart?" he nods his head towards you. "oh shit, i'm sorry richie i forgot you guys were short staffed today! if you want i can help back there-" richie chuckles at you stumbling over your words. "no no, don't worry about it, doll. you keep your pretty little self up here-" he grabs your shoulders facing you back towards your tables, "and let me worry about what's going on back there". you let out a small laugh and agree, feeling his big hands gripping your shoulders. "keep raking in those tips, baby!" he yells back as he makes his way back into the kitchen. "yo, you told her, cousin?" carmy questions as richie walks back into the hectic kitchen. "yeah fuck off, she's doing great out there. that face brings in the big bucks man" sydney throws her head back at his words, "richie you can't be saying that! i think even the way you look at her is an HR violation." "syd, fuck off, i am HR" he responds with a cocky tone making sydney roll her eyes.

it was a few days after the day of the game, and the little show richie put on to protect you from some drunk asshole. he had laughed to himself the entire way home, imagining your 'boyfriend' picking you up that night. and every night after work as a matter of fact. how you'd go home to him and lay in bed thinking about richie. his hands, the scruff on his face, the shadow his figure casted over you when he stood behind you, the way his gaze imprinted on you, and the way his voice changed when directed towards you. richie could always clock the want in your eyes, almost like you would surrender yourself to whatever would fall from his mouth. finding out about your boyfriend just confirmed his suspicions; you were just the type of girl who's looking for someone to take good care of her. 

it was the following friday night after a particularly stressful shift at the beef (when wasn't it) and tina had rounded everyone up, convincing everyone to head to the bar. "ugh, but tina i'm all sweaty" you frowned, always wanting to head out looking your best. "baby throw on a dress and some lipstick and i promise you'll look just fine, mija." she came up to you, reaching up to flatten your fly aways with her small hands. "plus who you trying to look good for anyways, richie?" she laughed but then quickly noticed your red face and paused. "what?" you asked slowly with a nervous tinge. "don't tell me you got the hots for richie, girl." she looked at you, eyebrows as crinkled as ever. after your lack of response she let out a long sig, "ay no, niña. i love that boy, i really do but he is bad news. plus baby he's too old for you, my god, and you're too pretty. no no no you stay away from him." she ranted on before you could even get a word in. "no, tina! i don't, I promise!" you exclaimed, she stared unconvinced, "plus i've got a boyfriend". "hmmm, okay, i'm watching you girl. go get ready." her tone still sounded unconvinced, just a bit more at ease knowing you're at least 'taken'. you quickly composed yourself in the dim fluorescent's of the beef's bathroom as everyone made their way to the bar. slapping on some lipstick, your hoops, and trying to manage as much of your hair as you could. "wepa!! look at you, come on let's go before everyone gets drunk by the time we get there" tina pulls you off into her car. 

pt 3.5 up now!!

[ordinaryhorror]

I truly believe I should be allowed to kick a customer in the balls everyday and they don't know if I've used my Free Kick Pass or not so they have to behave. Just in case.

Had a customer so full of himself bc he works customer service in USA and he said he'd report me to my boss and the business department (or whatever it's called in english) bc according to him we're not doing things "properly" and we're going against the rules when:

1. No such rules exist in the entire country, probably only in his state bc from what my American customer service friends said it's not really a thing there either

2. I've worked here for 3 years and I'm actually the manager how're you gonna know the rules of this business better than me

3. He was mistaking this as a public museum when it's a private one and as such we're beholden to different authorities so even if he does fill the complaint they'll just go "??? Not here buddy"

He did end up buying the picture all while complaining about me and I had the very sweet moment of going "that's me" when he asked to talk with my manager and when I told my boss later she went "American, right? Ignore him" before I could even finish the story or tell her where he was from lmfao.

But seriously how are you gonna show up at a souvenir photo service and complain when they take your photo and when you're offered to either leave it or try again you start whining you want to take the pics yourself. Life fuck I'm giving you the equipment, you're holding up the line when we're short staffed and if you're being so embarrassing even your wife complained about you and went ahead maybe it's time to reconsider. Hopefully your entire personality.

Anyways I stayed polite though by the end of the conversation it was a struggle and did NOT tell him to go fuck himself even though it was a chant in my head. Even offered to help him fill out the complaint against me (out of the kindness of my heart bc I knew my bosses would see it and laugh so I wasn't worried) but Rude Dude just huffed and left while cussing me out. Props tho, he did not scream at me. Annoyingly when I tried to explain how things worked here he kept going "no it's not" (dude I LITERALLY wrote the protocols and manuals we work with and I'm the senior manager, I think I know what I'm talking about!!!). Like if you want to work here so badly let me know, I could use another cashier but I'll still have to teach you how shit actually works first.

Anyways I would've used my Free Kick Pass on him.

[aprillikesthings]

My very good then very terrible day

I have more to post about 221b con (it was great! Daci came with me! parts of it were hard because my desperate need to socialize with all the people I loved and missed for two years was in constant battle with my socialization battery being WAY SMALLER than the last time I saw these people!!)

but

today

good LORD

So first: we got up early-ish because we had to pack up and check out and there were sad hugs and all that shit

(also I had an oddly existential crisis over some expensive food I forgot to eat and could not bring with me bc the container was kinda leaky)

BUT ALSO me and Daci and @whogrooveson were going to the Georgia Aquarium!

The Aquarium part of the day was wonderful. It was crowded but other than that it was amazing! Worth the pricey admission. We spent like half an hour watching whale sharks and manta rays swim by us in one spot.

After that I was like: I'm hungry and we're in Atlanta. There's gotta be a Waffle House nearby.

There was!

...and they were hella short-staffed.

It took forever to get the food and they even forgot something of mine and we had to wait more. Whatever, they need more staff, it's fine.

But now it's getting. Later than I wanted. Our luggage was still at the hotel, and from there we had to take a shuttle to the airport itself.

And then Lyft wasn't finding me any rides back. Daci had to do it, and it still was a longer wait than I was expecting. I was getting REALLY nervous about the time.

But that worked out fine! Daci and I got to our gate with an hour to spare. Whew.

Our plane was delayed for an hour because a kid in the back cut their finger.

We take off and I realize I should've grabbed food at the airport--I'm ravenously hungry.

An hour into the flight, we start getting turbulence. It's off and on for two hours. It's the worst I've ever experienced in my life. I went from praying to outright hyperventilating several times. Y'know how they tell you to keep your seatbelt on in case of turbulence? It was that kind. I nearly puked--even though the only thing in my guts was a little ginger ale and pretzels at that point.

I wasn't worried about crashing, but my brain was doing the I DON'T LIKE THIS RIDE, I'D LIKE TO GET OFF NOW PLEASE thing. I had no idea when it would end, y'know??

We wobbled on the descent but once our wheels hit the ground we were fine. I nearly kissed the fucking airport carpet, y'all.

BUT WAIT

There were. No Lyfts. None. Both of us kept having the app dump us like "oops ha ha no drivers around these parts sorry" over and over and over. It's FREEZING outside. I finally call Radio Cab and they're like "lol it's going to be at least half an hour, probably longer" and I'm just like "look if the guy is FOR SURE going to show up I'm fine waiting" and we go back into the airport.

Half an hour later I'm like, "Hey try Lyft again." Lyft is like "oh yeah there's someone within ten minutes." We cancel the radio cab and grab the Lyft. OVER TWO HOURS AFTER LANDING we get into that fucking car.

Anyway our roommate offered to start the rice cooker for us and now I'm slowly eating a big bowl of rice with instant miso soup and stuff mixed in.

ALSO, two amusing things that happened this evening in all of that:

1. When we got off the plane, I saw a fully grown adult person in a straw hat, Pokemon backpack, and heelies. And then I remembered that I, myself, was wearing a dress covered in a print of pastel cassette tapes, a cheeseburger backpack, and carrying a tote bag that says "ask me about my fanfiction." So. Which of us was the Portland Weirdo of this scenario??

2. The Lyft driver was a gray-haired dude probably about ten years older than me. He was listening to some female-fronted indie band loudly for the whole ride. It wasn't one I'd heard of.

[fairy-made]

So someone at my job is mad bc I dont work sundays. So much so that they encouraged my manager to text me asking why Im not available on that day, I guess to try and press me about it, like the dumb bitch that they are. Apparently I should just have 1 day off between school and work because my coworkers saturday nights are ruined by having to work sundays. Also I should come in because my manager is incompetent and cant figure out how to delegate tasks between the day and night shifts, so were “short staffed”. I was very polite in saying Im not available on sundays and its not changing, but if this comes up again Im done being cordial lol. That coworker also blames anyone else who doesnt work sunday for their ‘suffering’ so its not just me lol.

I know that your coworkers are not your friends so I wasnt worried about ol girl anyway, shes a snake and I knew that from day 1. But like. What kind of stupid ass bitch do you have to be to think that Im going to take on more shifts because 1. YOU cant stand up for yourself at your place of employment for 3+ years 2. YOU want to enjoy your saturday nights?? Bitch call in!!! Quit!!! Change your availability!! How the fuck are you mad because other people thought to set their availability to what they wanted and you didnt?? You literally still could but you dont have the balls, so go cry in the fucking corner like the child you are. I swear folks be MAD when you dont let your job take advantage of you but theyre getting screwed over. Sorry baby girl, thats your problem. At no point ever, will it become mine. 😂

[gayerluke]

i want to succeed in my field but at the same time i really feel like the lengths that these women go to are above & beyond & genuinely harmful to their health. just saw a post from a tech asking for recommendations for comfy shoes bc she is still working at 38 weeks pregnant. i had a lead tech who was calling in to advise on patients literally while she was in labor. a lot of this has to do with personality, perfectionism, & the need to feel in control, especially in a field dominated by women who have it ingrained in them to always be in competition with each other. but it is utterly fucking shameful for clinics to take advantage of that. it’s that “my employee always arrives on time & leaves on time therefore i question their dedication to this job” post taken to the extreme. your clinic being short-staffed is not your responsibility; it is management’s responsibility to hire enough staff. people too often entwine this job with their personality & think that going to work is altruistic, which is true in this profession! but it’s also a job. you deserve to be treated with respect by your employer. not being able to work because of health or life circumstance, or arriving/leaving right when you are scheduled to, is not a moral failing & doesn’t mean you somehow don’t care about the job or the wellbeing of your patients. i’m not saying to drop everything at exactly 6pm & walk out in the middle of a procedure, or to leave your team completely in the lurch when you’re swamped if you are able to work overtime, but you need to make sure you are always fairly compensated for your labor! i see PCAs at my current clinic who clock out & then stay just to continue to help, which is their choice & if they will get in trouble for going overtime i can see why they do it, but also? don’t do that. it is labor & you need to be paid for your labor. your skills are an asset to your clinic & they deserve to be treated & rewarded as such. so the point is that i worry somewhat that i’m not going to be seen as an asset to this field or as a desirable employee because i prioritize my health above the job. but you HAVE to put yourself first!!! nobody else is going to!!!!

[suphoshi]

Hi! I know this is totally random and I’ve been a lurker (Love your stories, btw!) for some time and I just remembered you’re a nurse!

Do you mind if I ask you for some advice? I’m going into college next year but I’m kind of in between pre-med (Biology most likely) and going to a nursing program. Is it alright if I ask you why you wanted to be a nurse? and if you ever regretted it?

I’ve grown up knowing I wanted to be a nurse (probably bc my parents have drilled it in me to become one) but had an epiphany a couple of months ago from watching medical dramas that I might actually want to be a surgeon. They’re two different things but I realized I’m someone who likes to take lead and taken interest in the OR. I’m not sure if nursing can give me that but I’m also not sure if I’d be mentally ready for school + residency. I also know for sure I want to have a family in the future and that’s a major wall from going full send into pre-med.

thank you so much!

Omg, I do not mind this kind of question at all!

I wish that I could say that this was my lifelong dream and that I was born and bred for nursing, but that would be an absolute lie lol I am the first nurse in my family actually!

Going into nursing was kind of just a chance thing for me honestly. I went to our community college here in town and just took general courses for 2 years before I had a friend tell me she was going to transfer to the nursing school we have here (it’s pretty small, but it ranks pretty high for pass rates, my graduating class in 2017 and every year after has had a 100% NCLEX pass rate except for 1), and I just kind of jumped on the bandwagon. I felt like everyone around me had goals and knew exactly what they wanted to do and I had 0 clue, so I was just making impulse decisions and running with them. Even throughout my first two semesters of nursing school, I still was not fully set on becoming a nurse. I almost failed out of my first semester (which is so embarrassing to say now bc it was v easy 🥴), and in my second semester my clinical instructor literally hated me bc of how poorly I did my first semester (in smaller colleges, they really thrive on NCLEX pass rates, so they try to weed out anyone they think is week from the jump). She literally told me one day “I have no idea how you are a MedSurg student” because I was unsure about normal ranges for something simple. She also made sure to have students come in and watch me do dressing changes on patients because she knew that I had anxiety doing skills in front of other people and would mess up, and she would also give me patients who were completely incapacitated with peg tubes and trach‘s so that I would have to do more skills that she could berate me for because I was so shaky and nervous. Even up to that point - that’s literally half of the most important classes that you will take in nursing school - I did not know that I wanted to be a nurse. I actually wanted to drop out, but my mom told me that it would look better if I ever decided to go back to just wait and fail out lol, but that didn’t happen. My clinical instructor somehow ended up really loving me towards the end of our semester. She always put me in charge when we would do team nursing, and I would oversee all the other students and their patients. She was def a bitch to me in the beginning, but I think it was because she knew that I had zero experience in being vocal and outspoken and sticking up for myself. It really gave me the kick in the ass I needed to study more so that I would be prepared for her, and in turn, I actually got to understand and sympathize with my patients even more. I also realized that semester how much I love taking care of people. Because she gave me so many patients who were unable to take care of themselves, most of them couldn’t move on their own, I was able to sit and talk with them and hold their hands and listen to them cry or make them laugh. That instructor is the reason I am still a nurse today, even though she really almost broke me lol

I definitely do regret nursing often, but only for short periods of time if that makes sense. All jobs have shitty spots, but nursing is definitely one with some of the shittiest spots. You come in to train wreck assignments that sometimes you’ll feel absolutely incapable of handling, you’ll get hammered with admissions, you’ll have to deal with short staffing and taking on so many patients that you don’t even have time to use the bathroom. I’ve had patients scream at me for things that aren’t my fault, doctors scream at me for the same things. And now, because I’m a travel nurse, I go into hospitals with staff who don’t know me, don’t trust me, they don’t like to help at first because I’m the traveler - I have to adapt and help them, not the other way around. So not only do I have to worry about my patient assignment, I also have to earn the trust of a group of people who don’t know me. The mental exhaustion I go through weekly is almost psychotic lol. I have days at work where the only thing I say from beginning to end is “why tf am I doing this” or “I literally hate my life right now”. I talked about this with my sister this morning though (she went into nursing school after me and now she’s a nurse also); even on the days that I literally just want to walk out, I walk into patients room and become a different person. Like, I want them so badly to know they are safe with me and that I care about making sure they’re okay, and I absolutely love making them smile and laugh. I had a patient the last 4 nights who usually screams all day/night because she is scared and hates being alone in her room. Every night after report, I walked into her room and sat with her for like 10-15 mins at a time to just sit with her and talk about her day and the first time I did, she squeezed my hand really tight and said “why are you the only one who comes back”, and it just absolutely broke my heart. These people are so scared and lonely and they just want someone to keep them safe. So yes, there are times I regret it, but becoming a nurse was also one of the best impulse decisions I have ever made. I have changed a lot of people’s lives just like they have changed mine, people who might remember me but I don’t remember them or even vice versa, and it was the most rewarding thing I have ever done.

If you really want to become a surgeon, do it! I think that would be such an awesome path, especially if your interested and it keeps you engaged in what you want to do. About taking the lead and being in control and that stuff, you’re definitely able to do that as a nurse also. I always tell people how insane it is that I am so different when I’m home vs. at work. At home, I am usually the biggest bum, I’m super lazy, I love to lay around on my days off and have such a hard time motivating myself for anyyyything. But at work, I am very organized and time meticulous, I HATE messy workstations and patient rooms. I am in charge a lot - even as a traveler which isn’t v common bc they want their own staff taking that role - so I do all of the staffing, I help everyone with their admissions, I make sure everyone’s getting breaks, passing meds on time, getting home on time. It doesn’t seem like an extreme leadership role, but you really take responsibility for a floor full of 40 patients while you have 5-6 of your own. Plus, with nursing, you have so many opportunities to specialize, you can be a circulating nurse in the OR (I gave up on that idea v quickly because they have too much responsibility IMO lol they’re rockstars for real), I always loved same-day surgery for some reason because it’s so fast paced - I got to pick up a few days there before when they were short staffed and loved it, and honestly there are a million other specialties/jobs you can choose. If you decide to do nursing, you will learn so much about the kind of person you are under pressure, how you handle stress, if you can adapt to situations with little to no help. If medical school is what you want to do though, go for it! Please don’t forget your nurses though after lol, I have so many surgeons that I love and who trust what we say and listen to us when we call, but there are waaaay too many docs who think they’re above our opinions/they know better. Whatever it is you choose, I hope you fall in love with it, and I really hope you’ll check back no matter how many years later and tell me how you’re doing!! I know this was a centuries long answer, but I couldn’t stop once I started lol

Thank you for asking this!!! Let me know if you have anymore questions I can answer 💘💘 have the best day!!

[liu-lang]

I just finished my first day temping @ a tactical gear company and the operations director (she also founded the company & plays many roles) already told me she would like me to take on a full time role. She put me on a call with a distributor in China she really wants to start doing business with. It was a very strange build up since the call with this account happened at the end of the work day here to accommodate the time difference. At the end of the day she asked if I was gonna come back tomorrow and I said yes. I have to decide what to do with my retail job (should I leave it or try to just work weekends ?). My PI is going to Hong Kong for a week for a conference so looks like I'll still be doing nights at the lab. I'm not so worried abt fitting in my lab hours bc I'm usually there at night anyways but I feel so weird abt letting go of my most constant source of income over the last 6 years. Immigrant mentality + growing up on welfare / with lack of financial security. Can anyone else relate ? My phone has been acting up for 2 weeks (apps freeze or shut down, email won't load, photos load as grey squares, keyboard freezes, browsers won't launch, battery drains) and by the end of the day, it completely died and I was freaking out. I had to walk to a coffee shop and charge it and desperately try to get an uber to go back to the staffing agency tt placed me in this temping position so tt they could make copies of my IDs before they closed. Then once I did tt, my battery dropped down to 5% and my phone died and I had to walk around downtown trying to find a business tt was still open. I saw someone walk into a building tt still had lights on so I knocked on the glass doors. He let me in and his wife sat me down and offered me warm tea while I charged my phone enough to get a ride home. It turns out they own an advertising agency together and work late since it's their business. The lady gave me her card and now I'm thinking of maybe sending flowers or something to their office for being so nice to me. I didn't wear my thick lined tights bc otherwise my feet wouldn't have fit in my heels so I was literally freezing (sorry I'm complaining about weather in socal) in thin hosiery and my dress and not warm enough trench coat. Home safe now but I'm super tired. It's so weird bc at the start of the week, I thought "hey it feels like it's gonna be a short week, I can get through it" but literally everything is snowballing and particularly bc I'll be working a lot this weekend, everything feels really long now.

[fuck-customers]

Friday was a car crash. So, starting next week we have a HUUUUGE sale - as in 70%-of-our-stock sale. There's a lot of prepping - e.g remerching the store, pricing everything, getting the stockroom in order, training newer staff on processes, etc. We have a lot of new staff who are not comfortable with all this prepping so it leaves myself, the visual merchandiser and the rest of the 'full time lot' and two or three part-timers to do it all. HOWEVER, head office decide to fuck us up, and our VM up, one more. For Friday (14.07) they wanted the whole of our windows to be remerched for back to school. We have to do the windows EXACTLY how they want them to be and EXACTLY when. It seemed like the task would be okay at first until we realise the day before they sent us half the wrong shit and that our windows are set up completely different to all the examples. It's fucked as they're due to be started on after close on Thursday (10pm) and before open on Friday (10am). This is impossible as we can't get anyone that last minute to do a nighshift AND it needs to be approved by our area manager first. One of our supers stays back an hour or two after closing so he can set most of it up (e.g just get all the shit in the windows). My manager and the VM go in at 6am as planned to hopefully finish it anyway. I usually start at 8am with another co-worker. Our job is usually to get the store ready to open. To tidy, to replenish stock and to check up with delivery. It's quite a lot to do and usually takes the full two hours and we're usually still replenishing stock when we're open. My co-worker calls in, and, due to transport I'm in work at 7.40am where I'm asked to start work asap. So, I start doing the work of two people, whilst my boss keeps radioing me and asking me to stand outside and give the verdict on the windows (...not terrible but not what head office had planned either). It's A LOT. For opening, we usually have two managers/supervisors, our VM, the two people who come in at 8 and another member of staff. Another manager and sometimes another staff member comes in for close at 12, and part timers do shifts throughout the day/night. On Friday we just had myself, the manager, the VM and our super. Due to being short staffed, we only had one person coming in at 12 and then two people coming in at 6 to help close. The windows were NOT done so it left me and my super on the shopfloor until 12. Nobody in the back, not enough staff to do any floor sale prep either....fucking great. The first three "sales" are all refunds as well. Which sets the day off to be G R E A T. There's then this really needy lady who has me up and down our stockroom about 12 times getting her every single size in every single dress. She leaves buying one. My boss is running around panicking like fuck, keeps phoning head office, other stores, our area manager, etc etc etc for guidance on this impossible task. FINALLY, just before 12, things calm down. Our VM comes out of the window and starts writing notes before deciding to take her (long, overdued) break. I go to the back of the store and start tidying when all of a sudden...out of our door that leads to the back...comes a delivery driver. I'm like ??? as we get deliveries usually about 12.30pm and they come from the upstairs back door - we have a backdoor downstairs too but it just leads to the bins in the malls. The doors are all alarmed and we have a big sign on our door saying "ring ____ if you have a delivery" as we don't have a buzzer and it saves us from the binmen constantly knocking on our door asking us if we have rubbish. We then open the door, take in our cartons and sign whatever we have for them. We then scan delivery into our stock, compile a report and then put away backstock and pull newstock/needed stock to go out on the floor. So, my boss is in the windows, our VM is standing at the till writing and our super is sick and decides to tidy something ...somewhere. So she's still on the floor but not standing about to barf everywhere. Leaving me standing face to face with this guy. "Hiya?" I bean, confused. HOW DID HE GET IN? DID SOMEONE LET HIM IN? IS THERE A FIRE? A BOMB? FUCK. "Can you take in this FUCKING deliver?" The guy barks. I assume our VM let him in through the bin door, possibly due to the guy being in a rush and she's just left him and not signed anything. I nod and go with him. Nope. No delivery at downstairs. He runs upstairs huffing and puffing, "I was banging on your door for fifteen fucking minutes. I tried calling and the line was engaged. What the fuck? You're making me fucking late...." He goes on and on and on, I apologies, explain our lack of staff/window situ. And he goes, "I know its not your fault, pal. I'm fucking late though. Why the fuck have a number on the door if nobody can answer?" I then see what he's done to our back door, he's KICKED IT IN and the alarm is going off. "I set it off ages ago, why the fuck did nobody come check it?" "You can only hear the alarm from upstairs...?" I reset it and he shoves 20+ boxes at me (we were expecting 7...). He gets me to sign whilst still ranting and raving. I organise all the boxes but decide against scanning it all rn, as we're super low on staff. However, I radio downstairs first to make sure. "....so uh... the delivery guy broke into the back and delivery is here..." is all I muster to my supervisor. "Fuck- I'll go get [manager]. Come downstairs. We'll deal with delivery later." I tell the story to everyone in and my boss is SUPER mad. More mad about the guy swearing to me (even tho we all swear all the time) than him breaking into the shop and phones the delivery company asap I mean… I just thought he was rude. The swearing didn’t really upset me but my boss is super angry cos I “don’t get paid enough to hear that shit” and because he knows I have quite bad anxiety triggered by confrontation and was worried that if I was in a worse mood it could have set me off or whatever. He looks at the CCTV and is close to going through the back where other stores get their deliveries and chasing the guy but then thinks it’d make his complaint less …serious? …anyway, after all this hassle guess who comes in for a “visit”? OUR FUCKING AREA MANAGER. Friday was stressful. … The delivery company are refusing to believe the guy was swearing at me because he is a “timid guy” big nope the guy was the one of the most gobby people I ever heard. My manager just responds with something along the lines of, “Why would my staff member who is actually kinda shy lie? She was distressed after this….” goes on a lot… They also refuse to believe he broke into the store as other stores let delivery drivers in the back door. My manager responds with the fact he should have took a step back when the alarm went off as opposed to keep running in and out of the door (witnessed on CCTV) AND THAT we have a sign that says “THIS DOOR IS ALARMED, NO ENTRY - CALL [NUMBER] FOR DELIVERY & ACCESS.” … My supervisor gets sent home sick and my manager and the VM leave early, leaving me and my supervisor until two people come in for the close. Or so we thought. A new start from another location came in as he was supposed to train her (forgot to cancel due to change in shifts) and another staff member who agreed to do overtime today last week came in although there was no record of this. Both staff members stayed which was good for me bc otherwise I would have probably had to stay behind to help out! Very stressful day - I got the Saturday off after it too which helped me relax after the most wild of days.

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well dad called and said grandma’s co2 was super fucking high, higher than it was the last time she was in the icu and that things arent looking good again. i took a quarter of a muscle relaxer earlier bc of some intense neck and shoulder pain/tenseness so i cant fucking drive, but my mom could take me. she’d jsut drop me off though bc she has to work tomorrow and shes short-staffed atm. so like. i /could/ go up there and be with grandma but like i’ll be stuck there until 8 or 9 in the morning until my great aunt wakes up and i get her to come get me. its 1am rn like idk what to do??? dads calling the hospital to find out more about whats going on and if its worse than what we originally thought or the okay nevermind. shes steady atm he just texted me. oaky well im gonna try to go to bed soon but im super shaken bc this is so fuckign hard to deal with and im so tired of being in constant worry 24/7 and driving up there everyday to visit her only to be met with emtpy eyes so maaaaaybe sleep will take a bit to come to me lmao rip me