Today was my evals. My entire 6 months of work layed out before me for someone else to decide what it worthy of. In a way I felt pretty proud reading all my accomplishments and good deeds but in the end it was just labeled and given a monetary value. This is Antarctica! It’s been 6 months. I can’t believe I spent half a year in winter and now I will go home for another half year of winter. Sheesh.
I was thinking about the DA job and what sort of things I would have been subjecting you guys to if I was “talking shop”. Maybe I can just give a “day in the life” sort of description. It’s a lot differant now. We try to keep track of what we have gotten used to. One is the shocks. You can’t escape the little static shocks when you get your coat, touch a light switch, the wall, a stair rail, etc. We used to jump every time but now I just accept that it’s coming, grab my coat, get zapped, head out.
I am on my second day of morning shift. I was all ready to complain about it but night shift has changed too. There are so many changes as we get ready for Winfly. All depressing. All the cool hangout rooms are turning into dorm rooms with rows of bunk beds, they took down the light room and the little lounge area in the dining room. Really though, the biggest change is the scheduling. All winter we DAs have had the best time, everyone was able to compromise and get the schedule that they wanted. I was all nights with one morning for variety and for the opportunity to do evening activities, Sandy was all mornings so she could be with her husband at night, etc. Well, now it’s to fairness. We will go from having a total of 7 DAs to 16 in a couple weeks.
Anyways, to make it all fair and even and back to normal I was put on mornings where I get to open and be by myself for an hour and a half. Now this has been the norm in past years but we have only done it once or twice and on weekends when it’s slower. I found out what I was walking into the night before. Imagine me up and working at 6 in the morning. It’s seems to be the time when everyone’s greeting is to ask me how I’m doing. How am I doing? I forgot to start Bertha right away, I think we’re almost out of coffee again, I need to go back and get the key to the juice machines, and I still have a pile of dishes to do from last niht.
Well, it can be handled. Like I said, it’s been done before, I just had to get into the groove. Today I found out that I have nothing to complain about. Night shift is all differant too. Now the rest of the DAs are working nights together and the supervisors want to get them used to staying later, as in, getting off at the time they were originally supposed to. That means that tonight at 7:30 when they usually get done with work they are tasked to do another hour of deep cleaning.
Today, I was functioning a lot better than yesterday. I accepted that I didn’t want to hear any cheery morning music, I turned Bertha on immediately to begin filling, there was more coffee, less dishes. I’ve been working on restocking the salt, peppers and sugars on all the tables. Yesterday was sugar, today was pepper, the first day that it made me sneeze. Usually we are given enough time to do take care of all the shakers on the table but I was also supposed to go around restock and wipe down all the traffic areas. Too much in an hour.
This is my 5th or 6th day in a row on milk prep. We mix skim, whole, goop for the soft serve ice cream and then New Zealand versions of Kool-aid. Anyways, it’s supper time. I’ll never finish this so I am just posting as is. Tough luck for you.