This week, the guy who sprained his back a month ago may finally come back. Every Monday, he's called to say he's feeling much better, but then he calls back a few days later to tell us the doctor thinks he should take another week.

So, OK. Every week, the store director said we had to cut hours, but then, magically, the deli manager received a bonus 30 hours from BackSprainGuy's misery. Everyone wins! Well, except for BSG.

Friday night, K, one of the part-time workers, told me that our store director had transferred her to another store, starting Sunday. She didn't particularly want to transfer, of course. (M, another part-timer, had actually requested a transfer. Not to K's new store, but to the one right down the street from her house instead of 20 miles away. M was denied.)

Saturday, I came in, and saw the store-wide schedule had a large "REVISED!" sign taped to the top. K was off, and I had picked up an extra shift. A typed note in the corner listed the new schedules of the five people who now worked somewhere else.

Also Saturday, the Store Director called all the department managers to an emergency meeting. Apparently, he'd just been transferred to the same store he had sent everyone else. That guy who's been following him around for the last week? Yeah, he's in charge now.
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First of all, that's gotta suck. I didn't seriously think companies really did the "Train your replacement" thing.

It's also really fucking alarming to realize this could happen at any time. I'm even slightly paranoid that the new guy is some sort of corporate shill, sent specifically to clean house. I'm pretty sure I'm one of the better people in the deli, if not in the whole damn store. He doesn't know that, though. All it might take is one bad impression....

Meh. Gonna stop thinking about this for now. With the schedule rewrite, this is my one day off this week. I shouldn't spend it stressing about work.

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