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07 September 2006 @ 12:07 am
Retail Hell - The Management Game
I don't mention RL stuff here that often, but I feel a need to vent, so brace yourselves.

For those who don't know, I live in a tiny ancient town (first settled 500BC) on the edge of Dartmoor in England - Hound of the Baskervilles country. I work in one of the two small grocery stores in town. I have worked there for 7.5 years, mainly because it's 2 minutes walk from my home and I don't drive so employment opportunities are limited.

In those 7.5 years I have had 6 'permanent' managers and have lost count of the temporary trolls who have passed through. I was hoping that the latest one, Simon, would be here for a while. He has a family, a mortgage, is stable, cheerful, honest, a good worker, etc etc.

He also had a hernia, which was operated on during the last week of July, and has been recovering ever since. He was due back next week.

Today I get in to work to find a sign on the notice board - Simon is no longer the manager. The position will be advertised in the press and until then, we are to struggle on as we have been doing for the past weeks. That is to say badly. Note the complete lack of explanation as to why Simon is no longer manager.

I hate breaking in new managers. They screw up the ordering, try to mess with my shifts, and always come up with 'new' ideas that I've already seen fail over and over again.

So, here's waiting for manager #7 to show up. This one has to be a keeper, right?
katbcollkatbcoll on September 7th, 2006 01:56 pm (UTC)
So, here's waiting for manager #7 to show up. This one has to be a keeper, right?
Dude, I'll cross my toes and hope!

*laughs* I saw that Tabaqui got excited about the age of the town (and wow *mind boggles*... that is old), but I gotta say, I squeed over the Hound of the Baskervilles comment. *laughs* It was the first "non-kid" book I read (I was 8).
darkhavensdarkhavens on September 7th, 2006 07:07 pm (UTC)
A few years ago it was the 100th anniversary or something of the Hound of the Baskervilles. The official fanclub arranged a coach trip to Dartmoor and the coaches pulled up outside our shop one summer Sunday after noon and disgorged Americans, Japanse, Germans, Danish, Italian - and others that I never got a chance to identify. They were all wearing something to identify them as part of the tour - official fan club caps, sweatshirts, teeshirts, enamel pins, etc. There were even a couple of people in deerstalker hats and others carrying Meerschaum pipes.

It was totally unexpected and highly entertaining. And very very busy. They were all so excited to be in Sherlock Holmes country. *g*
katbcollkatbcoll on September 7th, 2006 07:15 pm (UTC)
*cracks up* I'd have loved to have watched the tourists!