Well, congrats, modernization. You're turning us all against each other. This used to be the place where we came to vent, but also to help each other. Lately, it seems that all we're doing is sniping at each other. It's too bad.
It's worth noting here that ASANTS still very much exists. At my store, we're still responsible for everything up front (Bullseye, checklanes, etc.), despite the fact that the Almighty Book clearly states that's supposed to fall under GM's umbrella. We aren't "there" yet. That's not the fault of GM, who's also groaning under their workload, and GM payroll has yet to be allocated for the front--a situation that's not the fault of the people working in GM, either. Things are what they are. I don't have the time or energy to finger-point. Every job in that store's important. Full stop.
We aren't rotating TMs among work centers like we should be up front, either, because they're too resistant to change. They "don't feel comfortable" with GS. They "don't want to" cashier because it's a "waste of their talents." Well, I didn't go to college for any of this, but my degree field's gone contract and I need a steady paycheck. So until I can successfully pivot, guess what? I suck it up and do the thing. I have to flat-out tell my peers when I'm there that I'm not a GSA anymore, and that while I'm happy to offer guidance, I'm not a TL/ETL/whatever they're called today. If you're SCO, you've got the keys until the TL comes in. Trust yourself to make decisions, including asking me to cover someone's break/get on a lane/whatever. (I think they think they'll offend me since they're used to me asking them to do XYZ. They won't.)
We're told by the SD to call for backup only as a last line of defense, and to alternate between Style and GM, calling by name. Once the CL takes over, they decide who's coming up if we send up the distress signal.
Spot's hell-bent on this new process, however egregiously flawed it is. The only constant in life is change, so I'll roll with it. I have no other choice while I'm still there. What I find increasingly harder to stomach is the cultural change accompanying it. The day I care more about metrics than people is the day I'll quit without a net.
And on that note, I'll take my constantly aching stomach to work for another day of fun and live for going into the CO this afternoon for an hour and 15 of peace and quiet.