for a week. Once again I was paired with Mr. Know It All. I just cannot begin to tell you how many of my crazy buttons that man pushes from one minute to the next.
Here's an example of the inanity I dealt with for 8 hours. We were leaving. The lady who works graveyard commented that she had wondered about why he had a heavy jacket there. He tells her it's for when he works in the cooler. Now that answers the question and would have been fine. BUT, no............. He goes on to name some material that we desert dwellers don't recognize (and have absolutely no need or desire to know) and from which the jacket is made. He goes on to explain it's from Korea and it's made to keep you warm when the cold winds blow in from Siberia. Now surely that's enough, right? No............. He goes on to say "Siberia, that's in Russia." It was all I could do to keep from saying "Duh!" out loud. I swear, if my feet would have cooperated, I'd have run to the van about then, if only to get away from him. He behaves like he is talking to idiots. Oh, my Lord, he is SO condescending.........
When I went in today, he made a big deal of telling me Mr. Owner was expecting a package from UPS and when it came in we were supposed to call the owner at home. Well, it came in. Actually there were two packages delivered. I signed for them because, as usual, Mr. KIA/MIA was off doing only God knows what. I walked into the backroom to call Mr. Owner and Mr. Know It All materializes from wherever he'd been and announces HE will call Mr. Owner. I finally made the considered decision that he needed to be put in his place. When the store was empty, briefly, I told him "I have been using the telephone now for over 50 years. I am capable of calling Mr. Owner without you butting in. I just wanted to be sure you knew that." Probably I should have just prayed for the Lord to take care of it, but............at least I managed to say it in a nice tone of voice. Does that count for anything?
We were busy this evening. Steady all night til about 10:15 when it finally slowed down. I am pretty sure, if you viewed the security camera tapes and added up all the minutes he spent up front helping customers, you couldn't get to 60 minutes. I was on the register alone almost the whole night. So, at one point, he appears from whatever hidey hole he was hiding in. I had been using register #1. Most of us prefer it, I think. To me it seems it is set up more in a way that suits someone who has a dominant right hand which is probably why we're more comfortable there. He deals with a customer or two on register 2. Then, next thing I know, I step back 3 steps to grab a bag for a customer's purchases and he is digging in my drawer. Now, let me just stop and tell you, when you are on the register alone, you don't necessarily want to stop helping customers so you can drop $20 bills. So they mount up in your drawer til you get a moment and then you dump what you can. Most of us will try to keep about $80 in the drawer (4 20s) just so we can efficiently make change for $100 bills. I had just dropped a bunch of $20 bills. And there he is, digging in my drawer. It's not that he needs 20's. We grab from the other drawer if we need to. He is "supervising" my cash management. Now, he has been hiding wherever but, in front of customers (tomorrow's potential robbers????), he announces "you have way too many 20's in your drawer". I had 6--The 4 I try to maintain in there and 2 that I had JUST taken from customers. It was all I could to to keep from slamming his hand in the drawer. At that point, I asked him which register he preferred. He said he prefers #1. I gathered up my water and moved over to #2. Then I said: "I will be responsible for the cash in this register. I will do my best not to touch that one. You be responsible for the cash in that one. And leave this one alone." And the interesting thing is, I did ALL of the vault drops for the night and dumped countless $20 bills and hundreds while I saw him do it maybe 3 times all evening. The difference is partly due to the fact that he wasn't at his favorite register; the rest of the difference, I think, can be explained by "cash management" and you get to guess who was doing it well and who wasn't.
One thing that is just nutso is that customers pick up on his personality. I cannot tell you how many times I've watched customers walk out of there just rolling their eyes at his nonsense. At one point this evening he was going on and on with a customer about how he only recommends products he's had good feedback on. Well, gee, I would hope so. You should have seen the look on the customer's face. And in the meantime, while he's spouting nonsense, people are lined up, shifting their weight from side to side, waiting to check out and looking REALLY disgusted. Sometimes, I wouldn't blame them if they just walked out with stuff because he is so intolerable.
Of course, I worked through the dinner hour. I decided to try our "nachos" and "cheese". Let me preface this by saying I sincerely doubt this is "cheese". I think it is much more likely it is some sort of gloppy "cheese food product". I wouldn't ordinarily go near it. But I wanted to try it to see if I could recommend it to anyone. (Really, I can't.......). It comes with the corn chips in a bag. The bag is inside a lidded plastic container. One is supposed to pay for the corn chips/container, tear open the bag of chips and dump them into the plastic container, and then there is chili and the gloppy "cheese food product" which can be dispensed from a machine onto the nachos. So, Mr. Know it All was in hiding again. I bought the corn chips, opened the container, opened the bag, and put gloppy "cheese food product" on the chips. Suddenly Mr. Know It All appears and tries to take it all from me. He has decided it needs to "go back". Go back where? You can't put opened food back for sale. And, besides, if we have stuff a customer can't pay for, we have a place where we put that. My dinner was definitely NOT in that place. I swear the man's nose is into everything, even my "dinner".
Earlier, while he was MIA (are you noticing this MIA thing as a theme yet????), I ran out of pennies in my drawer. So, I went and pulled a roll of pennies from the area where they are stored and brought them back to the register. Suddenly, there he and his nose are again and he's trying to take the roll of pennies from me. Why? I don't have a clue...... Geez........
This is all little stuff. But it does mount up over 8 hours. I have honestly been spending time just praying God would shut him up. I kept thinking of John the Baptist's father who expressed words of doubt and disbelief during the early part of his wife's pregnancy. And then God stopped him from speaking for the duration. No more words of doubt and disbelief from him! While Mr. KIA is jabbering away, I have secret visions of stripping off one of my expensive "no seam" socks, stuffing it in his mouth, and taping his mouth shut with packing tape. What a relief it would be..........
Layer all this "little stuff", one episode on another, and then on top of a layer of pain, and then on top of a layer of anger at being left to deal with pretty much ALL the customers while he is missing, and it becomes SO difficult to cope with. Yes, I am hurting big time again. Tonight, I have some back pain. In addition, my hips are hurting and the pain extends up into my buttocks and from my outer thighs to my inner thighs. I don't mind the hip/thigh pain as much as I can tell myself muscles are being tightened and toned. But, the foot pain is SO bad. I have prayed about this a lot. I noticed today two "heel cup" type things on my dresser. I am going to try those in my shoes. The theory being that if my heels are elevated, it might relieve some of the pressure on my arches. Hey, I'll gladly try it because the next step in this mess is much more expensive--either different shoes or a visit to a podiatrist or orthotics or some combination of the three. Anyway, I've been home for about an hour and a half and I'm sitting down and my feet STILL hurt.
I am so glad I gave up on the dream of attending that big religious meeting this weekend. Actually I more or less gave up last week when I saw the schedule. I figured then that either God was going to perform a miracle or I wasn't going to be able to go. So, at least, I am not disappointed now because I can't go. But, I promise you, someone would have to pay me A LOT to do that amount of walking.
Well, I am going to go to bed. I am in pain and out of patience for now. I don't think I'll feel much better tomorrow, but maybe the Lord will intervene on my behalf.