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Ok, Most of what happened tonight, I'm more or less resigned to, the second half I could see coming a mile away, but this first part has me incensed.
I was walking along the aisles on the way to the evening huddle('cause you know, ice cream! or something, usually.) and happened to notice that someone had a dog on a leash down the pet food aisle. As we are not petco, or petsmart, and did in fact have a great deal of people food, this was a major "nuh-uh" Health hazards, safety hazards...you know the drill.
Now, this dog was a black something. Probably had some lab in him somewhere. He was on a simple leash, with no other adornments other then the collar. But when I went up to the customer in question, with the dog looking up at me and then walking around behind the guy to hide from me, the customer told me he was a service dog. a SERVICE DOG. They'd just forgotten his vest.
I grew up with large dogs. I can read doggy behavior better then I can read most human. IF that dog had been service trained, I'm a poodle. "In training" I might have accepted. Service dogs on the job act quite a bit less doggy than he was.
But, alas, I am a mere peon, so I continued on to the back to the huddle and told the LOD about him. He was unwilling to do anything for fear of repercussions.
I don't really know why the idea of an imitation service dog, just to be able to bring your dog into a store, has me seeing red, but it does. It's horrible, unsafe, unsanitary and frankly can and probably will end up giving REAL service dogs an undeserved bad reputation among those that can't tell the difference. Which, actually come to think, might be enough of a reason to get annoyed over it. I'm also reasonably sure it's against the law, but that might be only in some regions...
The second part, like I said, I'm more or less resigned to this sort of thing, but it still drives me crazy. The dangled carrot. At the huddle the LOD gave the normal "work hard, lets get finished early" speech. Also said something about when we're finished to call him and he'd walk the area and "Talk about letting you leave."
Well, instantly in my mind was the thought that THAT talk would play out like "You're funny, now go over to <problem department that I am really suspecting of abusing the everyone leaves together policy to get out of doing actual work> and help them. There, we talked about it."
Which is more or less how it played out. My department finished up by 11:15, and were told to go to the section of <problem department> that they always leave for us, Infant/basics. After we finished that up, we went to help them in their other sections too, ended up leaving at midnight.
Every time the closing LOD does that, dangling a hint of a reward that they have no intention on ever following through on(and the LOD today was notorious for it) simply as bait to get people to work harder, my respect for them dwindles and dwindles.(This particular one doesn't have a lot left) Really, what is our motivation to work hard, when our reward is to go and do the work of people that have had customer complaints for just sitting around chatting instead of working?
I was walking along the aisles on the way to the evening huddle('cause you know, ice cream! or something, usually.) and happened to notice that someone had a dog on a leash down the pet food aisle. As we are not petco, or petsmart, and did in fact have a great deal of people food, this was a major "nuh-uh" Health hazards, safety hazards...you know the drill.
Now, this dog was a black something. Probably had some lab in him somewhere. He was on a simple leash, with no other adornments other then the collar. But when I went up to the customer in question, with the dog looking up at me and then walking around behind the guy to hide from me, the customer told me he was a service dog. a SERVICE DOG. They'd just forgotten his vest.
I grew up with large dogs. I can read doggy behavior better then I can read most human. IF that dog had been service trained, I'm a poodle. "In training" I might have accepted. Service dogs on the job act quite a bit less doggy than he was.
But, alas, I am a mere peon, so I continued on to the back to the huddle and told the LOD about him. He was unwilling to do anything for fear of repercussions.
I don't really know why the idea of an imitation service dog, just to be able to bring your dog into a store, has me seeing red, but it does. It's horrible, unsafe, unsanitary and frankly can and probably will end up giving REAL service dogs an undeserved bad reputation among those that can't tell the difference. Which, actually come to think, might be enough of a reason to get annoyed over it. I'm also reasonably sure it's against the law, but that might be only in some regions...
The second part, like I said, I'm more or less resigned to this sort of thing, but it still drives me crazy. The dangled carrot. At the huddle the LOD gave the normal "work hard, lets get finished early" speech. Also said something about when we're finished to call him and he'd walk the area and "Talk about letting you leave."
Well, instantly in my mind was the thought that THAT talk would play out like "You're funny, now go over to <problem department that I am really suspecting of abusing the everyone leaves together policy to get out of doing actual work> and help them. There, we talked about it."
Which is more or less how it played out. My department finished up by 11:15, and were told to go to the section of <problem department> that they always leave for us, Infant/basics. After we finished that up, we went to help them in their other sections too, ended up leaving at midnight.
Every time the closing LOD does that, dangling a hint of a reward that they have no intention on ever following through on(and the LOD today was notorious for it) simply as bait to get people to work harder, my respect for them dwindles and dwindles.(This particular one doesn't have a lot left) Really, what is our motivation to work hard, when our reward is to go and do the work of people that have had customer complaints for just sitting around chatting instead of working?
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
Worse is when whatever they are encouraging with the lie also fits in with what I was going to do anyway and it looks like I swallowed it. I rarely 'cut off my nose to spite my face' but it's very tempting sometimes.
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