Just when I’ve begun to question just how stupid people can be…Jen goes to work for Morrison’s. Honestly, I NEVER imagined that a company could survive under such poor local management. The fact that corporate has to visit this site on a regular basis should have been a red flag to the problems, but….

She needs a job.

That is possibly the only reason that I’ve kept my mouth shut until now.

I will not interfere…I will resist the urge to tell her employers exactly what I think of their shoddy management practices. With great difficulty, I will refrain from writing letters to the home office to give them my opinion…not that they would care, anyway. I will not put myself in a position to jeopardize her job. It is not my place.

What I will do is wait and hope that she can find a better position with a better-managed company than this one that runs the hospital cafeteria. Never have I seen a place where employees have so many supervisors who don’t work together…they don’t talk with one another…they have NO idea what the others are doing or saying to employees. They don’t even give her an actual schedule to work until the last possible minute. She was told to come in today only to find that no hours were posted for her on the schedule.

She had to go to ALL THREE supervisors before one of them finally told her that she would be working every day this week for 11 hours a day. How on earth can anyone be expected to plan a life outside of work when the supervisors won’t even let the employee know their scheduled hours in advance? She would be thrilled to know a week in advance…heck, she’d settle for knowing 2 days in advance…but the day of? That’s nothing but poor management.

When they told the employees that they had to park on the deck and walk completely around the hospital to avoid coming in the front doors….I giggled at their absurdity.

When one of them told my daughter that she was off for the weekend and another turned around less than ten minutes later and told her that she was working….I sighed.

When they offered her three positions that would work with my hours (since I’m the one who has to drive her to and from work) only to turn around and tell her that she would have to work 12 hour shifts because those original positions never actually existed….I grumbled under my breath.

But now….when they are working her 55 hours a week and I am stuck at this hospital for 12 hours a day for the next 5 days straight….I’m flat out mad and chomping at the bit.

Still, I will say nothing. Talking to them will accomplish nothing except to put her job in jeopardy. Instead, I am devoting my time to poking around for other possible jobs for her. It will be up to her to decide which (if any) of the other jobs she will investigate; however, given the fact that she is quickly reaching the end of her rope with Morrisons, I’m fairly certain that she will find something else.

Until then, I will do both her and myself a big favor….I will stay away. I will remind myself that this is her issue and that she has to work it through. In spite of the fact that I secretly consider it grossly unfair that I’m basically held hostage by her hours…I will not grumble to her.

After all….things will work out in time.

arkmomy