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Living through a holiday is like cramming a month worth of stuff into a week. Last week, the one leading to Mother's Day, all our help was taken (to replace people on vacation or injured or out sick or on family medical leave for a sick relative), so there were only four of us all week (and one of those could only work 5 hours in the evening for three of the days and was sick for another), so I worked 52 hours and so did the woman who is training to be Floral manager including 8-7:45 (she was 7am-7:45pm) on Friday to be ready on Saturday (as ready as we should have been on Friday).
Getting up on Saturday was easier knowing I was making time and a half.
We used up 168 hours when we had 274 to spend (plus courtesy clerks coming to help us or a few hours here and there). I need to write out exactly how many people/hours were taken and for where in hopes no one will decide that if we are doing this well on so few hours, then that's all we need. (I also need to figure out how much money one guy cost us–his boss special ordered something and he not only refused to pay for it, but ended up paying half price for what he did get.)
But all in all, despite the long hours, this was probably the funnest holiday I've ever worked. The manager was off at her other job (for the company) last week, so we did our best and that best was a lot of jokes and silly lines and talking each other out of stressing and buying rounds of Starbucks, and generally keeping a good attitude no matter what was thrown at us (or taken away). We all remarked on how much less stressful this holiday was compared to Valentines' Day. We agreed it was the lack of a certain person. The floral manager flew in Saturday, so she came by on Sunday and after a general happy few minutes praising us, she took on that tone of voice with me about something I'd had nothing to do with and I was suddenly a new, know-nothing employee again, but the other ladies stepped in and explained what they'd done and why.Technically I was in charge, but that doesn't mean I butt into other people's decisions. We sold a lot of half price tulip plants (for $8) instead of throwing them away. And we also sold through almost all our plants, most of our roses, a lot of our cut tulips, all of our bouquets, the azalea trees we're normally stuck with, and an oodle of arrangements (including ones in the "ugly" vase the department has had longer than I've worked here), so I don't think that really hurt our bottom line.
I'm pretty much dead to the world today (I worked over 61 hours between days off. I don't know how other people do this on the regular. Or why.) I woke up two hours before my alarm, earlier than I needed to get up even for those last few early days, but my fitbit says I got almost eight hours, so maybe it was enough, despite how tired I feel.
Getting up on Saturday was easier knowing I was making time and a half.
We used up 168 hours when we had 274 to spend (plus courtesy clerks coming to help us or a few hours here and there). I need to write out exactly how many people/hours were taken and for where in hopes no one will decide that if we are doing this well on so few hours, then that's all we need. (I also need to figure out how much money one guy cost us–his boss special ordered something and he not only refused to pay for it, but ended up paying half price for what he did get.)
But all in all, despite the long hours, this was probably the funnest holiday I've ever worked. The manager was off at her other job (for the company) last week, so we did our best and that best was a lot of jokes and silly lines and talking each other out of stressing and buying rounds of Starbucks, and generally keeping a good attitude no matter what was thrown at us (or taken away). We all remarked on how much less stressful this holiday was compared to Valentines' Day. We agreed it was the lack of a certain person. The floral manager flew in Saturday, so she came by on Sunday and after a general happy few minutes praising us, she took on that tone of voice with me about something I'd had nothing to do with and I was suddenly a new, know-nothing employee again, but the other ladies stepped in and explained what they'd done and why.Technically I was in charge, but that doesn't mean I butt into other people's decisions. We sold a lot of half price tulip plants (for $8) instead of throwing them away. And we also sold through almost all our plants, most of our roses, a lot of our cut tulips, all of our bouquets, the azalea trees we're normally stuck with, and an oodle of arrangements (including ones in the "ugly" vase the department has had longer than I've worked here), so I don't think that really hurt our bottom line.
I'm pretty much dead to the world today (I worked over 61 hours between days off. I don't know how other people do this on the regular. Or why.) I woke up two hours before my alarm, earlier than I needed to get up even for those last few early days, but my fitbit says I got almost eight hours, so maybe it was enough, despite how tired I feel.
