The last two days, the store was in a panic due to the DTL-LOG and the DTL-F&B coming on the same day. FILL FILL FILL ZONE ZONE ZONE forget your normal routine we're going to work your bum off and add extra hours and pester you until you say you can come in.
My TL has been on vacay. Back today. I thought the panic would be somewhat subsided but it seemed worse since we left 9 vehicles of rollover and what were the morning people doing? (MANCAFs which were huge because we didn't do them yesterday) And a call-in (the usual suspect) and who knows what else.
TL is under pressure to keep us all on task. I am not one not to be on task. I got asked where I was several times (in the can, helping a guest, in the can). I had 90 minutes left after my break and I was to be responsible for two very full vehicles. It was not pleasant.
I ended up having a breakdown after I went to the little team member's room and the vehicle I was working on disappeared. I thought it was finished, (TL was helping me b/s_) so I went out to do what I could on the other vehicle. TL calls me back and asked if I'd finished the b/s. Told her I had thought it was done since I'd seen TL wander away with the cardboard. Nope, it had been moved to a pallet under the racking.
So I. Broke. Down. Cried, hissed, got very upset. I was Just Done. I said I felt like there was no trust in me, no faith in my work ethic, and I had thought I was finally "getting" the new system but things were not being followed through on other folks' parts (ie, not following fillgroups or sectioning, b/s full cases in wacos, certain TMs following other TMs around like puppies instead of working, one TM a consistent jerk) and I was getting to be overwhelmed at trying to be a good TM and I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, I was a failure and I was done trying.
I'm home now with a sub, cookies, and Martha Stewart on TV. I still need to decide what's next.