Something is going on in my work place. Last night it was supposed to take 40 hours to get things done so four people in our ten hour shift plus a manager to cover breaks and herd us but with seven people in we struggled right up until the end. Our rates were slightly down because we had to prepare the store for a full stock count but it still doesn't add up. There is no way five people could have done what we had to in the time given. The productivity planner must be broken, or being read wrong, or even deliberately messed with.
On top of this the rules for what needs security tagging has changed yet again. Every so often we get a complaint from the second in charge about us not tagging things correctly and that there needs to be change so we change. After about a week we notice we're the only ones doing it and complain only to be told that the rules had changed again. It's like we can't do it right but they can't do it wrong.
I know I shouldn't let this all get to me but I can't help but feel stressed out.
Finally, all the strange people in my house left, but now there's a bunch of fireworks going off outside at almost midnight. This has really become my least favorite holiday. At least this is one of those problems I can solve by moving to a different country.
Come to the UK and swap the fireworks for the 5th of November! Or perhaps I should say the week around the 5th as the fireworks often start early. Even though it's my Dad's dog's birthday she hates it and goes crazy every year. I think the fright might have been what caused her mother to give birth.