Incompetent Worker

Monday nights at Blimpie really should be called Panic Monday. The whole store (Blimpie, where I work and Pizzamore on our other end of the store) gets stocked on Monday. This means that Sundays are for stocking so that we make room for Monday's new things. Because we deal with food, everything must be rotated. Chips, for example, are rotated. Best by May 12 chips are in front of Best by June 3 chips. This allows us to get our older products out without ever having the customer get sick from old food or throwing the food out if no one buys it and we discover it's old.

The company that delivers our stocking stuffs is called "CFM". I personally don't know what that stands for but I assume it's something like "Central Food Management". All that aside... considering that our Blimpie is one of the biggest around, they deliver to us last. This means that 20lbs of ham, 20lbs of turkey, 15lbs of salami, 10lbs of cappacola, 15lbs of proscuitinni, 10lbs of provologne, 20lbs of roast beef, etc etc and TONS MORE ... I forgot what I was saying. Either way, they bring us a big order and it's our job to put it all away and also deal with the customers.

Whoever decided it was a great day to have specials on our stock and CFM days should be shot. I'm usually the one running around the store going to the basement and then back up to stock everything so we're ready for Monday. Pizzamore decided that Sundays and Mondays are awesome times to sell pizza for three dollars less. Instead of charging $8.30 per pie, we charge $5.35 per pie on Sundays and Mondays. We get delivery calls and pick up calls and customers rushing in and out in phases all through Sunday and Monday. Needless to say, it's hectic.

It also doesn't help that I have someone completely incompetent as my co-worker for the majority of my work days. This lady's been yelled at so many times that she's afraid of messing up. What does she do to remedy it? She sits there contemplating if what she's thinking of doing would get her in trouble or not. It's fast food. No one needs to contemplate on what kind of soup we should have for three hours (literally). Because of this lady, I end up doubling my workload.

Today was hell just because of her. Because she has seniority over me, she thinks she can boss me around. And no matter how much I fight back, she won't give it up. She will always think she can boss me around. So in an effort to get things done despite her, I end up trying to do everything early so that I'm ready for CFM.

At Blimpie, we require team-work. If I'm busy stocking downstairs, you don't make two customers wait until I dress (put vegetables on) their sandwiches. In fact, that's a big no-no. It got ridiculous last week when CFM came and she just stood by the cash register humming a tune that was playing on the radio. She should have been helping me put things away. And because I was not just putting things away, I was chopping up the boxes, and I was also checking off that we got what we ordered. One customer comes in, orders a small tuna, and she readies the small tuna but doesn't dare dress it. Why? She works Blimpie. Her paycheck comes from Blimpie. If you're a Blimpie worker, you dress. And she didn't dress.

I think my biggest grudge against her right now is STILL that she completely quit working at Blimpie and came back a week and a half later and was able to get all her hours back. I need some money too. I had her hours before she came back. What was her reason? She had to wake up a full thirty minutes earlier than when she usually woke up.

Fast food isn't all it's cracked up to be. And for now, I won't get started on the customers.