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Ever since that damn book came out, my Front End Manager has not done anything. He will sit there and complain that I'm not busy 100% of the time or because I took a 20 min. break instead of a 15 min. one, or because I accidentally came in 5 minutes late.
He supposed to be at work at 9:00. He gets in at 9:30, 10:30, or sometimes even 11:00. He'll do about...45 minutes of "working" (AKA work on the schedule that's practically already made for him) and then take a lunch. How long of a lunch? An hour and a half a day. Our lunches are supposed to be 30 minutes, and our breaks 15. I've seen him take 45 minute "smoke breaks," and then go yell at a fellow cashier because that particular cashier took a 25 min. break.
I was incredibly frustrated one day because we were short one cashier, forcing me to get on a register, go back to bagging, get carts every hour (they were full every single time I went out there, making it really long work), and repeat. We did not have a second bagger for some reason. I looked around wondering where the hell the front end manager was so he could jump on a register to help out. I checked in the break room, and there he was: reading the new Harry Potter book. I asked someone when he went to his lunch, and they said an hour and a half ago. Needless to say, I was incredibly pissed off.
He hasn't worked at all ever since that book came out. He's come in late, barely done shit, and left early. He even has the nerve to sit there and complain about how we don't do enough work, or how our shirts are untucked.
Should I complain to the store manager?
He supposed to be at work at 9:00. He gets in at 9:30, 10:30, or sometimes even 11:00. He'll do about...45 minutes of "working" (AKA work on the schedule that's practically already made for him) and then take a lunch. How long of a lunch? An hour and a half a day. Our lunches are supposed to be 30 minutes, and our breaks 15. I've seen him take 45 minute "smoke breaks," and then go yell at a fellow cashier because that particular cashier took a 25 min. break.
I was incredibly frustrated one day because we were short one cashier, forcing me to get on a register, go back to bagging, get carts every hour (they were full every single time I went out there, making it really long work), and repeat. We did not have a second bagger for some reason. I looked around wondering where the hell the front end manager was so he could jump on a register to help out. I checked in the break room, and there he was: reading the new Harry Potter book. I asked someone when he went to his lunch, and they said an hour and a half ago. Needless to say, I was incredibly pissed off.
He hasn't worked at all ever since that book came out. He's come in late, barely done shit, and left early. He even has the nerve to sit there and complain about how we don't do enough work, or how our shirts are untucked.
Should I complain to the store manager?
but I remember when I was in the eighth grade, I was constantly reading books and my algebra teacher told me to record all the books I read in one month and tell her the exact number of books I read in that month. The results? 103. I recently did that test again just out of curiousity, and the result was 117 books per month. I'm a real bookworm, aren't I?
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