Now, as crises go, clearly, this isn’t one in the big picture. I’m not delusional enough to have forgotten that there are people on the east coast whose grocery store shelves are barren. There are mothers of wee babies who would (metaphorically) kill for haphazardly kept shelves of organic pureed fruits and veggies.
But for some reason, my happy-go-lucky-market-girl attitude was being threatened by feelings of frustration and resentment as I sorted and gathered untouched inventory to go make it all nice again. In my head, I sounded like some of the coworkers I cared not to emulate and also there was the quite annoying knowing that those feelings were completely optional.
I know that whatever it is that’s making me crazy… it doesn’t have to be this way. I say that (often) to clients, students, and those who read this blog.
I needed a reality check. This is the nature of the grocery store beast. Customers buy the stuff and trucks deliver more to replace it, so customers can buy it again. Employees from other departments can’t always find where stuff goes, so they set it down somewhere it doesn’t belong. Customers do the same when they change their minds after putting something in their cart. Everybody has their own responsibilities and when they are covering for you, it’s just unlikely they are going to know your job well enough to do it like you do it. And even if they try, it’s unlikely they will have the time because they have to do their job too.
This is “what is” in the grocery world. I could choose to feel all victimized by it or I could dig around in that crafty little skull of mine for a different way to feel about it.