farm drama part deux
well, blogger was down on friday and so i typed my blog in word and then when blogger was up i pasted it in. well, it looks like crap...don'tit? what the hell?
ok so to continue the saga...
friday was sooooo slow. so slow. but we had plenty to do of course because of the list. besides the normal list of "fill" work and the normal list of "hourly" work, there is the list. and on it are other projects he wants done during the day. which is fine. i actually like checking things off the list. but we're dealing with art here. and i've learned that if i do things on the list, i make sure i write them on the list and then check them off otherwise if for some reason you couldnt accomplish something on the list, but something else got done, he would obsess over the thing that didn't get done and not recognize that you took initiative to take care of a problem or what not.
so friday was slow. we had our list. and we worked all day. and when we work, we dont' get breaks. we work 9 hours straight. we get about 10-15 minutes to grab something to eat and that's it. if you need to "take a lunch" then you have to take it off your time card. if you can eat in 10-15 minutes then he'll pay you for it. because he wants you to work. which is fine. so we work.
well, something was apparently up his ass because we WORKED all day. we did the fill work. we did the hourly work. we did the list. and we did things not on the list. but for some reason this was not enough for him.
so to start off, i already mentioned the picnic table incident and the tossing of things out of the loft. then i guess he had said to k that he wanted the boxes broken down and put in the dumpster. well, i didn't know this. and i know k and it would have gotten done if we had the time. and the thing about the farm is that the register is a major bottleneck. when people come back from picking berries, if they've picked into a flat we have to weigh it and then we have to take each of the little baskets out of the flat and put lids on them and then bag them. well, this is not a DIFFICULT task but it is a time consuming and delicate task because you have to take the baskets out of the flat carefully and then put the lids on without squishing the berries. and some people fill their baskets nicely and they're easy to lid. and others heap the berries all over the place and you have to carefully remove them jostle the berries a bit, move some into other baskets because the lids won't fit and it just takes time. that's all. time. not hard. just time consuming. the other odd thing about the farm is that we can have NOONE in the store. NOBODY! and then all of a sudden the three families we sent out hours ago come back and then another three families show up to pick berries. and you just can't let them grab buckets and go out and pick. nooooooooooooooooooooooooo. you have to give them the spiel. you have to show them the paper with the rules and hazards on one side and the map of the farm on the other. you have to go into great detail regarding the rules and hazards if the family has young children, if the family consists of any ethnic group of concern (african-americans, asians, middle-eastern....) or if they're "white-trashy."
these are his concerns and not ours. and it sucks. i have avoided doing the things he has asked me to do under these "special" circumstances. if any of the groups he is concerned about are in the store i treat them like any other customer, because to me they are. but he has after the fact gone up to them when i have pleasantly sent them off to pick berries and they are smiling and excited about picking and grabbed their little pink piece of paper with the rules and hazards and the map and said and we would appreciate it if you would make sure that everyone in your group understands these rules and hazards.
ASS
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L
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so i could go on and on about the "profiling" but the point is that we could be just fine. getting work done, helping customers, checking off the list...
hold on, i'm going to post this so i can look into the "invitation log" of this blog to appease my monkey. so i will continue in a minute....
ok so to continue the saga...
friday was sooooo slow. so slow. but we had plenty to do of course because of the list. besides the normal list of "fill" work and the normal list of "hourly" work, there is the list. and on it are other projects he wants done during the day. which is fine. i actually like checking things off the list. but we're dealing with art here. and i've learned that if i do things on the list, i make sure i write them on the list and then check them off otherwise if for some reason you couldnt accomplish something on the list, but something else got done, he would obsess over the thing that didn't get done and not recognize that you took initiative to take care of a problem or what not.
so friday was slow. we had our list. and we worked all day. and when we work, we dont' get breaks. we work 9 hours straight. we get about 10-15 minutes to grab something to eat and that's it. if you need to "take a lunch" then you have to take it off your time card. if you can eat in 10-15 minutes then he'll pay you for it. because he wants you to work. which is fine. so we work.
well, something was apparently up his ass because we WORKED all day. we did the fill work. we did the hourly work. we did the list. and we did things not on the list. but for some reason this was not enough for him.
so to start off, i already mentioned the picnic table incident and the tossing of things out of the loft. then i guess he had said to k that he wanted the boxes broken down and put in the dumpster. well, i didn't know this. and i know k and it would have gotten done if we had the time. and the thing about the farm is that the register is a major bottleneck. when people come back from picking berries, if they've picked into a flat we have to weigh it and then we have to take each of the little baskets out of the flat and put lids on them and then bag them. well, this is not a DIFFICULT task but it is a time consuming and delicate task because you have to take the baskets out of the flat carefully and then put the lids on without squishing the berries. and some people fill their baskets nicely and they're easy to lid. and others heap the berries all over the place and you have to carefully remove them jostle the berries a bit, move some into other baskets because the lids won't fit and it just takes time. that's all. time. not hard. just time consuming. the other odd thing about the farm is that we can have NOONE in the store. NOBODY! and then all of a sudden the three families we sent out hours ago come back and then another three families show up to pick berries. and you just can't let them grab buckets and go out and pick. nooooooooooooooooooooooooo. you have to give them the spiel. you have to show them the paper with the rules and hazards on one side and the map of the farm on the other. you have to go into great detail regarding the rules and hazards if the family has young children, if the family consists of any ethnic group of concern (african-americans, asians, middle-eastern....) or if they're "white-trashy."
these are his concerns and not ours. and it sucks. i have avoided doing the things he has asked me to do under these "special" circumstances. if any of the groups he is concerned about are in the store i treat them like any other customer, because to me they are. but he has after the fact gone up to them when i have pleasantly sent them off to pick berries and they are smiling and excited about picking and grabbed their little pink piece of paper with the rules and hazards and the map and said and we would appreciate it if you would make sure that everyone in your group understands these rules and hazards.
ASS
H
O
L
E
so i could go on and on about the "profiling" but the point is that we could be just fine. getting work done, helping customers, checking off the list...
hold on, i'm going to post this so i can look into the "invitation log" of this blog to appease my monkey. so i will continue in a minute....
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