Today a guy at work called me the little sister of second shift. Strangely enough that did not upset me, instead it made me feel better. I am not sure why. I have never been the little sister to anyone. In fact I have a younger sister and am the one to look after her when her common sense run the other way in some situations. It does help that I am the youngest girl on my shift, a lot shorter then most of the guys, and I for some reason tag along with the guys rather than the other women on my shift. I guess that to be a little sister is not that bad for in a way that means I have about 10 big brothers (the guys on my shift I talk to) to look out for me.
To become a sister or a brother it is in how we act toward our co-workers, friends ,and neighbors. I feel all of humanity could be one family if we tried.*(*soft moment*)*
On a slightly different note. last friday my shift got cake and ice cream. yummmm, it was good cake too. none of that cheap stuff either. Why did my shift get cake? Well we were celebrating, of a sorts. One of my fellow co-workers quit after she had used the last of her vacation and PTO time, so we got cake. It was unexpected too, she just when on vaction and did not come back. Now the unwritten rule is if we do not like you and you quit we pool money and buy cake to celebrate. Which is what we did. Now I know that sounds mean, but you did not have to work with this woman. Also the other people to leave gave some warning and got some cake as well. Once, one of the people who really did not like the person going bought the whole cake and paid extra for "so long, goodbye" written on the cake. The person going thought it was funny.
Do other jobs have unwritten rules, besides the obvious?
Anyway, the woman who just left was a nightmare to all three shifts for years, but a longest pain to second. Our job is very simple. We select orders out of the system that the sales guys put in. We then take product off the shelves for each of the orders. We then bring the copleted orders to our packers. The packers verify that what we picked is the right product for each order. Then the packer packs the order and loads the truck for shipping. Thats it. We just pull product off shelves and the packers do the rest. The woman could not grasp it for years, then when she does get it she does it wrong. To start if you take to many orders all at once then you have a greater chance mixing them up. This woman did that a lot. Not to mention holding conversations (arguing) out loud with herself, believing we are all going to hell for not believing in GOD as much as she, and thinking that we are all against her. (After awhile she may have been right about that last one.) Well she is gone now and I wish her luck for the future.
Have you ever worked with someone you will never forget?
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