Just as things seem to be settling down at my Way of the Sub things took a bit of a nosedive this weekend. Just my luck.
Finally, one of the new hires who was being trained for my store is on my schedule. Her first shift at my store was on Saturday from 12-8. It's not a bad shift to start out on, but I have a feeling she was a bit overwhelmed.
When she arrived for the start of her shift I had a bit of a line as it was lunch time, and she made a beeline for the back and hid. Sure, she did dishes but the line would have gone much quicker if she'd helped. And when it was all finished she asked me, "Is it always that busy?" Um, no, not if I could handle it by myself without anybody walking out.
But I figure that maybe she was just unsure of things seeing as how she hasn't actually worked at my location before. So after work I go on my merry way, heading to dinner with some of my friends, only to get a frantic phone call from my counterpart at the training store saying that the new girl went on her break about 30-45 minutes ago and hasn't returned, and that the guy who is now stuck by himself at my store is pissed off. Well, by that time I'd already had a couple of drinks with said friends so obviously I'm in no shape to go into work and do much of anything. Thankfully, the other manager figured something out...even though it meant he put in a 10 hour day yesterday.
I had a feeling that the new girl had essentially quit but if she showed up for her shift today I was going to ask her what happened. If she had a valid reason for not coming back I'd let her work, but if she didn't have a valid reason I was going to show her the door. My gut instinct was right - she didn't show up today either. And the senior manager on call this weekend confirmed that the new girl wasn't coming back. Well, shit. But I got her shifts covered, thankfully
Now, for the past several weeks I've had a bitch of a time getting my allotted two days a week off thanks to the douchecanoe junior manager who was always scheduled to work them. At the beginning of this week he gave his two-week notice. Okay, it was only a matter of time, especially seeing as how he's another of those idiots who want the title and pay that comes with being a junior manager but didn't want any of the responsibility.
Well, Sir Douchecanoe quit this afternoon. No warning or nothing. Just before I am to have my two days off for this schedule (Monday and Tuesday). If his boss hadn't texted me I wouldn't have any clue until I get the phone call tomorrow morning from my overnight guy asking what is going on and if somebody was coming in so he could go home. Colour me pissed right off - I've already had my Effexor increased due to the stress of this damn job and this bullshit isn't helping.
Anyhow, I texted Sir Douchecanoe for confirmation. What I got back was a litany of whining about how he hated his schedule, and having to move between my store and his home store, and how nobody appreciates him. Considering this dickhead routinely would call out sick instead of working his shifts at my store of course I'm not going to appreciate him! I even told him that. And he was one of those management types who figured that he didn't have to do anything...and at the Way of the Sub that just doesn't fly. None of the stores have enough staff to allow the manager to just sit and do nothing - we're all expected to actually work (bake bread, do prep, handle customers, and clean as needed). But he didn't like any of that.
So here I am thinking that I'd be stuck working twelve days straight thanks to Sir Douchecanoe. But the senior management team got together and figured something out so that I get my two days off. It helps that one of them is aware of my mental health issues and knew I was coming close to losing my shit if I don't get some down time. My anxiety was getting back to the point where I wouldn't leave the house unless somebody made me because I couldn't deal with the shite at work...and that's not a good thing.
I can only hope that this sort of weekend doesn't repeat itself any time soon. But it is nice to know that I've got senior management and the owner of the franchise looking out for me. Considering the mess I'd been handed things could always be much worse instead of getting better they way they have been lately.