As expected

I sent out all the details of the staff rotas for December and people reacted as if I’d asked them to eat their own spleen for Christmas dinner.

One of the joys of management is having to deal with individuals and their foibles. What seems ultra-important to one of them is just an insignificance to another, and it’s up to me to juggle all that and keep them all happy.  What hasn’t helped is the fact that we’re now committed to this awful money-saving ‘staff sharing’ scheme between the garages and the supermarkets. We have a few ‘floating’ members of staff who are there to plug in any gaps in the schedules. They work 2 or 3 days a week each and get moved around different departments depending on where they’re needed. It’s helpful, but you never know if you’ll get the same person from one day to the next, so you might have to take time out to train them on the tills every time. Jesus, there were a lot of ‘t’s in that sentence.

I think I dealt with it all in my usual calm, professional manner. By which I mean, I huffed, sighed and shrugged a lot and then swore at my office wall for an hour.

RC 1-11-19