I have to tell you I am not a whiner or a moaner. I am not one to cry if I am in pain, nor do I bitch about every little thing that does not go my way. That to me is all a part of life on the job. That is why they call it a job in the first place. You go in to work, do what is expected of you, in the allotted time given, and go home. However, there are times, quite a few of them I will add. I go in to work (especially on my Monday) and the place is in disarray. I work at a grocery store. My main job, most of the time, is “throwing the load” in other words, I put away the groceries. What ever was ordered to come in that day. I get some carts and break down the pallets of goods. This is all done in a back area that is pretty good sized. That size is, from time to time, cut down by a number of pallets and/or carts of items, usually for other departments. My department (the deli) uses a small section of this room to keep our dry goods, various containers, and paper products. We also have bread and hamburger buns that we sell out in front of the deli. We keep the racks of extras in that same area. Along with any extra carts we may have sitting around. I am a firm believer that organization makes work smoother and easier. I am the one that will end my day making sure the back room is organized. Everything is easier to find, people don’t have to come to you and ask where something is, and when the people that do the ordering go back to see what is needed, they can do so easily. WOW!! You notice how many times I have used some form of the word easy? Because, organization and easy go hand in hand. Here comes the point this whole rant is about, when I come in on my Monday and the area is a mess, I get frustrated. It is an every week occurrence, and it doesn’t seem to matter who is doing the work on my days off. Sometimes it is a little mess, that takes me about ten minutes to straighten up. Not a big deal as far as the time spent, or the amount of effort it takes. It does make me wonder though, if it is not a tough job for me to keep it organized, (I am 51 years old, a lot of the people I work around are younger) why is it too hard for everyone else. I will admit there are times when I look at the mess and tell myself “I am not cleaning it up this time, people are too lazy to organize it, or throw out their empty boxes than I sure as hell ain’t gonna do it either. A short time later, either my conscience kicks in, or the mess just gets on my nerves I end up taking care of it anyway. I have asked this question before, and I am asking it again. What the heck has happened to the pride that founded this country?