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butterflydreaming Trying to write here with a cat walking on me. The same buttface who woke me up about 40 minutes ago with insistent meowing and claws. He wanted food, not the crunchy but the soft, and while I don't usually negotiate with terrorists, this time I got up in case something less apparent was going on.
Nope. He just wanted to eat a few bites of what he wanted to eat. (Argh!)
There's a point where I've had not enough sleep to feel rested, but too much to drop right back in. And like after a too-long nap, I feel like crud. I made a cup of mint tea and have since drunk said cup of hot soother. I've spent this time awake reading and lurking on DW. Also thinking about work. Seeing the inner workings of a place at which I have shopped for nearly twenty years is... enlightening. Many of the staff have been there as long as that. Co-worker (11 years) gave me a rundown yesterday.
I find it perplexing, the idea of being satisfied doing shift work for over a decade, although I can understand that this is a family run business rather than a national chain, and that may build in loyalty. Shift work is not a vocation. Grocery doesn't seem like a career field, I mean, not as a cog in the machine.
With all the lifers, there is a culture here, but not the sense of teamwork that I wish I could find (again), and don't think I will find unless I am in an environment where I can create it. The culture is not welcoming to new people. We're in an unusual situation with four new cashiers, plus a new crop of courtesy clerks (baggers) who are mostly high schoolers, and new folks in the deli, which seems to be the department with highest turnover.
I'm certainly an odd duck. I intend to collect my work experience and move on, not camp in this employment for the next decade or more. Unless something big changes, I can't see how I'll do any better than getting by, not with the cost of rent in Seattle, relative to this income.
The 3AMs have me thinking like a Disney (Renaissance era) princess, running out onto the crest of a hill or other high place and singing about how I want something more, to strive. It also has me wondering about how restless those princesses would be even after attaining their fairy tale endings. Or is it the lot of a Disney princess to peak in life while they are still essentially children?
Belle at middle age and older. Happily evering after -- in what way? Now there's a contemplation.
Nope. He just wanted to eat a few bites of what he wanted to eat. (Argh!)
There's a point where I've had not enough sleep to feel rested, but too much to drop right back in. And like after a too-long nap, I feel like crud. I made a cup of mint tea and have since drunk said cup of hot soother. I've spent this time awake reading and lurking on DW. Also thinking about work. Seeing the inner workings of a place at which I have shopped for nearly twenty years is... enlightening. Many of the staff have been there as long as that. Co-worker (11 years) gave me a rundown yesterday.
I find it perplexing, the idea of being satisfied doing shift work for over a decade, although I can understand that this is a family run business rather than a national chain, and that may build in loyalty. Shift work is not a vocation. Grocery doesn't seem like a career field, I mean, not as a cog in the machine.
With all the lifers, there is a culture here, but not the sense of teamwork that I wish I could find (again), and don't think I will find unless I am in an environment where I can create it. The culture is not welcoming to new people. We're in an unusual situation with four new cashiers, plus a new crop of courtesy clerks (baggers) who are mostly high schoolers, and new folks in the deli, which seems to be the department with highest turnover.
I'm certainly an odd duck. I intend to collect my work experience and move on, not camp in this employment for the next decade or more. Unless something big changes, I can't see how I'll do any better than getting by, not with the cost of rent in Seattle, relative to this income.
The 3AMs have me thinking like a Disney (Renaissance era) princess, running out onto the crest of a hill or other high place and singing about how I want something more, to strive. It also has me wondering about how restless those princesses would be even after attaining their fairy tale endings. Or is it the lot of a Disney princess to peak in life while they are still essentially children?
Belle at middle age and older. Happily evering after -- in what way? Now there's a contemplation.
not as a cog in the machine.
Date: 2017-09-29 11:28 am (UTC)Re: not as a cog in the machine.
Date: 2017-09-29 06:15 pm (UTC)The image I like for teamwork is a circus trapeze. The troupe performs, catching each other, weaving a seamless spectacle. The audience is wowed, and the troupe knows they put on a good show.