“Now listen to me…
Jo-LENE. I’ve got an army to raise and I must get to Nicaragua. I
require a window seat and an in-flight Happy Meal- and no pickles. Oh, God help you if I find pickles!”
The pic was from last summer. I no longer have my head shaved, much to my brother’s delight.
So they’re renovating the Safeway store I work at (making it what they
call a “lifestyle” store- you’ve more than likely seen the ads), and
construction is going on during the night. Coming in at six in the
morning for an early produce shift, we have to work around them. That,
and I can’t find anything now. Our aisle layout literally changes from
day to day. They’re doing it piecemeal over the next couple of months,
with an eye towards being done in September.
They could close down the store for a week or two, do it in one shot,
but apparently they can’t lose the buisness (or pay wages to
full-timers to do nothing). I guess I understand that end of it, but it
does make for a more irritating time of it while we change everything.
And, according to our manager,
they’re already behind, having been at it for less than a week.
This bodes well for future productivity- both for us and the construction crew.