Turn of the crank
May. 23rd, 2003 02:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220Tired... so, so tired...
It's usually busy on a Friday, of course, but Rachel was off on an extended Bank Holiday leave, so Jane, the chick who fills in for whichever of us is absent, was working with me today.
(I've not mentioned Jane before. I only met her when I got back off holiday. She only recently started and usually helps Lesley with the dining/kitchen/lounge/bar-esque front of house areas.
Now, Jane is a very nice lady. Kinda' dumb (That pink hair of yours... is it spray-on or something...?), but very nice. Only problem is that, as I discovered today, I can't stand working with her. Usually this is not an issue because our jobs are totally different, but today...
I discovered that she's the most disorganised person EVER.
(Those snickering right now about the chaos in my room can shut it, that's home. At work I'm edging on deadly... well at least moderately dangerous)
Usually at work we do the rooms solo. We split them down the middle and go off to do our own thing, and if one of us finishes before the other then we help each other out.
Now Jane doesn't really know the rooms that well so she can't do them on her own (doesn't know how to change the zip-locks from double to single beds, for starters) so naturally we worked together through the whole list instead of dividing it.
The thing is though, that she flits from one job to another while never quite finishing either.
Rachel and I have a working synergy. We work at about the same pace in about the same order and, let's face it, we've been working there long enough to know pretty much all we need to know about everything that goes on. On the occasions we have worked together to do the Friday change overs as a whole it has taken us roughly the same amount of time as it takes to do a half each.
Man-hours it works out equal, obviously. We just split it in half vertially instead of horizontally.
Five hours it took today... five bleeding hours. I am so fucking exhausted it's not even funny. It took LONGER in fact, than the few occasions when I've had to do a Friday change entirely by myself.
How does that work?
Answers on a postcard, please.
Then I get home and find JR's left me a huge pile of things he wants taking up to the post office cause he can't seem to do it himself, and mum's left me this huge pile of exam papers she wants checking through before she gets home and it's quarter to three already and I've not even had any lunch yet.
Fuck you all, I think I'm going back to bed.
It's usually busy on a Friday, of course, but Rachel was off on an extended Bank Holiday leave, so Jane, the chick who fills in for whichever of us is absent, was working with me today.
(I've not mentioned Jane before. I only met her when I got back off holiday. She only recently started and usually helps Lesley with the dining/kitchen/lounge/bar-esque front of house areas.
Now, Jane is a very nice lady. Kinda' dumb (That pink hair of yours... is it spray-on or something...?), but very nice. Only problem is that, as I discovered today, I can't stand working with her. Usually this is not an issue because our jobs are totally different, but today...
I discovered that she's the most disorganised person EVER.
(Those snickering right now about the chaos in my room can shut it, that's home. At work I'm edging on deadly... well at least moderately dangerous)
Usually at work we do the rooms solo. We split them down the middle and go off to do our own thing, and if one of us finishes before the other then we help each other out.
Now Jane doesn't really know the rooms that well so she can't do them on her own (doesn't know how to change the zip-locks from double to single beds, for starters) so naturally we worked together through the whole list instead of dividing it.
The thing is though, that she flits from one job to another while never quite finishing either.
Rachel and I have a working synergy. We work at about the same pace in about the same order and, let's face it, we've been working there long enough to know pretty much all we need to know about everything that goes on. On the occasions we have worked together to do the Friday change overs as a whole it has taken us roughly the same amount of time as it takes to do a half each.
Man-hours it works out equal, obviously. We just split it in half vertially instead of horizontally.
Five hours it took today... five bleeding hours. I am so fucking exhausted it's not even funny. It took LONGER in fact, than the few occasions when I've had to do a Friday change entirely by myself.
How does that work?
Answers on a postcard, please.
Then I get home and find JR's left me a huge pile of things he wants taking up to the post office cause he can't seem to do it himself, and mum's left me this huge pile of exam papers she wants checking through before she gets home and it's quarter to three already and I've not even had any lunch yet.
Fuck you all, I think I'm going back to bed.
