I USED TO DANCE HERE.
|A recent tip declaration sheet, reflecting a bunch of weirdness - lame excuses, new employees, and some scratched out.|
Here at W. D. Deli our pay period is every two weeks. This morning, as Mr. Beers was working on our payroll, he made this observation: "I had to enter new hire information for six (SIX!) new employees! And of those six new employees, only one (ONE!) is still employed." It's been a rough spell here in the area of Human Resources, people. Don't get me wrong. We have a wonderful good strong core group of people who have weathered a lot here at the deli. But for the past month and a half or so, there's been a steady stream of people who come in and apply. They interview with us. They may even come back for a second interview. We explain the job to them. They will call and email and call again and email again to see if they've gotten the job. They start work. We start training them. They talk about how much they like working at the deli. And then they stop showing up for work after one or two or three days. It's disheartening. And I've asked around. I've tried to find out if we are doing something wrong or crazy or what - - and more than one source has told us that other businesses are experiencing the same kind of stuff. We've been around long enough to know that things like this go in cycles. And this little bit of this little cycle is no fun.
And just this past weekend I got a few more people to pose for a picture or two when Mr. Beers and I made the road trip to D/FW for Mama Liz's Birthday Weekend Super Fun Time. It was a sweet time, the highlight of which was getting to spend some hugging time with mom and the siblings. We had a great time. We went to a piano bar in Ft. Worth. We enjoyed a big old hamburger dinner with everybody. We even got to go to a "Singing" at a senior center in North Richland Hills.
Don't let those sweet faces fool you. Everyone in this picture is a special kind of crazy. And I can't wait to see them again.