I work at a thrift store. A non-profit organization. I work with disabled people, or should we say physically handicapped? They can only do so much. And some of them are excellent workers. They try their best.
I don't remember when we found out we're not putting out enough clothes. We have to hang a certain amount of clothes per day. The crew I work with has never met our goal. I don't know why. My supervisor has missed her breaks because she's afraid to loose her job. I personally don't care anymore. I've been with the company over nine years and have seen this before, at least two or three other times. Somehow the stores always manage to get out the clothes the higher ups want.
We've also run out of hangers the past week and had to go home a little earlier than normal. Fine by me. We can't do our job if we don't have the supplies. Besides, I like being sent home early. It gives me more sit down time. I hate standing.
The company does not seem to be doing all that good anyway. I was working 8 hours a day, 40 hours a week, but they took 5 hours away from me. Fine. I work 35 hours a week and still get benefits. Fine by me.
They're threatening to give me back my 5 hours. Right now, that's all it is, is talk. I'll take them back if I have to. That would be more money for me. So either way, I win.
Maybe I should start looking around for an office job when I go on vacation. I don't have anything exciting planned except to go to church because we're having a week long meeting. I'm looking forward to that. Plenty of sit down time then.