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Well, work began in a rather crappy way today. Glen was late, so I had to open up to keep the night checker from getting overtime. Then, to add insult to injury, I was too busy to get Glen a pan when he finally arrived 15 minutes (or better) late. I finally got to working on my line numbers around 630am, and between them and a refund error that I *STILL* can't figure out, I didn't cut off until nearly 7am. *sigh*
So naturally, I was late. This was exacerbated by the fact that the new manager was there, and she intimidated me for some reason. Monday, when I left, I cut and ran instead of saying goodbye to the Co-Manager, because he was standing by the manager. I don't know why she intimidated me so, but I was a bundle of nerves this morning. Things weren't helped in another way, but I'll go into that later.
So, around 10am, the manager pages me in Guest Care, and says that she'd like to talk to me as soon as I can manage. I knew it, I was in for a world of trouble. I mean, I started getting nauseous. The union representative came in at that point, and told me that she was really laid back and fair, and to calm down. He went up to see her, and I concentrated on keeping things flowing on the Front End, as well as freeing myself up to go see her, since I was told to.
I got up there, and she was on the phone. She motioned me to a seat, and I gladly took it. Since I had nothing to occupy my time, I kept my eyes on the monitors watching the receiving dock. I tried to look like I was keeping a sharp eye open for things not being kosher (which I really was, BTW). Finally, she got off the phone, and we talked. She apologized for not talking to me sooner, and said that she had some questions that she wanted me to answer truthfully.
What were the questions? Stuff like how long I had been with Kroger, how much of my experience is Front End, and such. Just about three or four questions. The purpose? She wants to train me to be an M.I.C. That is, Manager In Charge. I wouldn't be a real manager in name; I'd just be the literal person who's calling the shots in the evening. Yeah, it'd be evening. I still do payroll, though, so I'd have Sunday afternoons, and either Friday or Saturday off.
This is apparently serious enough that I felt required to voice my biggest reservation about doing something like that: lack of proper training. You know what she said? "You'd be scheduled with Greg for a few nights, and scheduled with me a few days, so that you can train." She may be a good BSer, but I honestly felt like this was her plan from the get-go. I was put at ease. I decided to get a little brave, and told her how stressed out I get sometimes, and she merely said that it's because I care. WTF?!? Can this be real?
Anyway, I'd have to wear khakis, dress shirt, and tie while I was MIC. Can you say, "Hell yeah!?" I miss the days when I'd go to work wearing khaki pants, a light blue long-sleeve Van Heusen shirt, and a Tobasco tie. I felt.. good, dammit. :) So, this part won't bother me at all.
Oh yeah, for those who are bound to ask: This is at a premium pay of 75ยข higher than my base pay. Not too bad, even if it's not much. I have to wonder, though. First, the Zone Manager gets me to do his Sunday reports, and I impress him and his two immediate undermanagers, then I'm asked to MIC several nights a week. I may be reading a lot into this, but I can't help but wonder if I'm being covertly groomed to go into LCI, Kroger Delta's management training program? Makes me wonder, and not entirely negatively.
So, the rest of the day went pretty well, and I no longer felt like I was doing something wrong around her. Right before I left, I started the schedule for the Co-Manager, and got the basics put in. Let me tell you: Sunday is going to suck worse than Friday and Saturday put together, because EVERYONE is asking off. Oh, the Co-Manager is making it a point to schedule some, because full-timers get priority on time off, but I doubt half of those people are going to show. *sigh* My one consolation is that I'm going to be doing payroll and the Zone Reports until noon. Whew!
I came home from work, and cleaned my room. I put away my clothes. I sorted my D&D miniatures, and got them in an order I can live with. Also, I'm leaving about half of them at home now. No matter. I have plenty. Now, I'm going to relax some, and reassemble my notebook I always keep handy whenever I'm running a game. I haven't done anything with it yet, but I'm getting ideas already,such as prerolling the d20s for my side. Then, I'll just glance at the paper, mentally add the attack/save/skill check modifier, and continue. I suspect that it'll be faster in the long run.
Anyway, I'm tired, I've had a full day, and tomorrow promises more of the same. The major difference tomorrow is that I'm going back to Charles' to go walking/jogging with Charles and Melissa. It'll be fun, though I better get a shower this time. (Long story short: after walking/jogging, Charles wanted to install a fan in the attic, and I helped. By the time it was over, it was nearly 10pm, so I just came right home.)
So naturally, I was late. This was exacerbated by the fact that the new manager was there, and she intimidated me for some reason. Monday, when I left, I cut and ran instead of saying goodbye to the Co-Manager, because he was standing by the manager. I don't know why she intimidated me so, but I was a bundle of nerves this morning. Things weren't helped in another way, but I'll go into that later.
So, around 10am, the manager pages me in Guest Care, and says that she'd like to talk to me as soon as I can manage. I knew it, I was in for a world of trouble. I mean, I started getting nauseous. The union representative came in at that point, and told me that she was really laid back and fair, and to calm down. He went up to see her, and I concentrated on keeping things flowing on the Front End, as well as freeing myself up to go see her, since I was told to.
I got up there, and she was on the phone. She motioned me to a seat, and I gladly took it. Since I had nothing to occupy my time, I kept my eyes on the monitors watching the receiving dock. I tried to look like I was keeping a sharp eye open for things not being kosher (which I really was, BTW). Finally, she got off the phone, and we talked. She apologized for not talking to me sooner, and said that she had some questions that she wanted me to answer truthfully.
What were the questions? Stuff like how long I had been with Kroger, how much of my experience is Front End, and such. Just about three or four questions. The purpose? She wants to train me to be an M.I.C. That is, Manager In Charge. I wouldn't be a real manager in name; I'd just be the literal person who's calling the shots in the evening. Yeah, it'd be evening. I still do payroll, though, so I'd have Sunday afternoons, and either Friday or Saturday off.
This is apparently serious enough that I felt required to voice my biggest reservation about doing something like that: lack of proper training. You know what she said? "You'd be scheduled with Greg for a few nights, and scheduled with me a few days, so that you can train." She may be a good BSer, but I honestly felt like this was her plan from the get-go. I was put at ease. I decided to get a little brave, and told her how stressed out I get sometimes, and she merely said that it's because I care. WTF?!? Can this be real?
Anyway, I'd have to wear khakis, dress shirt, and tie while I was MIC. Can you say, "Hell yeah!?" I miss the days when I'd go to work wearing khaki pants, a light blue long-sleeve Van Heusen shirt, and a Tobasco tie. I felt.. good, dammit. :) So, this part won't bother me at all.
Oh yeah, for those who are bound to ask: This is at a premium pay of 75ยข higher than my base pay. Not too bad, even if it's not much. I have to wonder, though. First, the Zone Manager gets me to do his Sunday reports, and I impress him and his two immediate undermanagers, then I'm asked to MIC several nights a week. I may be reading a lot into this, but I can't help but wonder if I'm being covertly groomed to go into LCI, Kroger Delta's management training program? Makes me wonder, and not entirely negatively.
So, the rest of the day went pretty well, and I no longer felt like I was doing something wrong around her. Right before I left, I started the schedule for the Co-Manager, and got the basics put in. Let me tell you: Sunday is going to suck worse than Friday and Saturday put together, because EVERYONE is asking off. Oh, the Co-Manager is making it a point to schedule some, because full-timers get priority on time off, but I doubt half of those people are going to show. *sigh* My one consolation is that I'm going to be doing payroll and the Zone Reports until noon. Whew!
I came home from work, and cleaned my room. I put away my clothes. I sorted my D&D miniatures, and got them in an order I can live with. Also, I'm leaving about half of them at home now. No matter. I have plenty. Now, I'm going to relax some, and reassemble my notebook I always keep handy whenever I'm running a game. I haven't done anything with it yet, but I'm getting ideas already,such as prerolling the d20s for my side. Then, I'll just glance at the paper, mentally add the attack/save/skill check modifier, and continue. I suspect that it'll be faster in the long run.
Anyway, I'm tired, I've had a full day, and tomorrow promises more of the same. The major difference tomorrow is that I'm going back to Charles' to go walking/jogging with Charles and Melissa. It'll be fun, though I better get a shower this time. (Long story short: after walking/jogging, Charles wanted to install a fan in the attic, and I helped. By the time it was over, it was nearly 10pm, so I just came right home.)
