Oh. I took the day off yesterday and when I walked in today, a couple of the gals started saying “things go to shinola when you’re not around blah blah and we like you on exit!”
That was sweet and all, but I had to remind one of them that “Hey, I don’t like it when you’re not here either, so step off!” Rejoinder: “Oh, well that’s just Sherina, we know she’s never here.”
I don’t know why they thought it was a good idea to let my ego get any bigger.
But, up on the labor board, even though Sherina was slotted in for megaphone duty, she didn’t want to do it (she’s good at it, since I trained her, but it’s not for everybody’s taste, and she doesn’t really like that role…not that many people do like the role, actually), so I teased her a bit and eventually let her off the hook and did it myself. Of course, everyone knew I’d step in, but it was amusing to withold until the last moment.
Genesis (that’s her name) did as usual a killer job at entrance…so, we got through it.
Actually, I’m kind of tired of running exit megaphone all the time, but of course the real joy is doing the Process Assistant’s job for him and counting all late departures…for no extra pay nor extra hours, even though it’s not in my pay grade to do so.
Cute story, though: one of the van drivers said in passing, “you got to wake me up, man, send us off with some high energy! I’m dragging this morning! How much coffee you drink anyway, all that energy?” “Well, son, they got a big bowl of snow behind the managers’ desks, but you gotta ask for it.” Or something.
Don’t these people know? They can’t compliment me or stroke my ego like that! That is not the best thing in the world to encourage people like me. Anyway, I’d still do everything the same way regardless of how I personally feel…it is the job, after all.
/* OH BEST part of today. Dispatch over, and a few of us heard through the two-way Jen saying “There’s a crazy person running around over in bulk!”
So, our manager jaunted over (a very strong, sinewy woman, but still probably 110 pounds soaking wet at about 5’6"), and one of my coworkers and I started walking over slowly, pounding our fists and trying to see how we could justify just heading over to take a look.
No, it was nothing. It was amusing, though. Nobody was in danger, just some dude who apparently looked like he didn’t belong and backed away when Jen did her “I’m a mom of two teenagers” thing about “Can I help you? Because if not, I will end you!” And best believe it, she has what she calls the “mom voice” and probably a really strong foot to back it up.
Very disappointing! Could have been a riot! An intervention! It was not, but it was low-grade excitement." */