I figured that the utter incompetence of the coworker mentioned above would change. It did. It got worse. I spent from 6:20 until 11:40 shelving, minus a couple of breaks that ate up about an hour (I wouldn't ordinarily have taken that long, but I needed it), and got less than ten shelves done because things were in such atrocious condition. On a cart with two shelves' worth of books, I counted no less than ten items that were categorised in the wrong place. And it was obvious shit. I mean, they had a book about Oregon in the section for Hawaii, and they had a book about Hawaii in the section for the Pacific Northwest, and they had a book about German in the English as a Second Language section, and the list goes on like that. It was so bad that the manager told me to take a portable data device around to scan all the items and make sure that everything was in the right place. Which I did, but needless to say it slowed me down ridiculously.
The fiction cart was even worse. In mystery, sci-fi, and romance, anything not modelled for a specific number of items in the store is supposed to go on a different cart than the one I shelved. I counted at least six such items on the cart. Beyond that, there was of course the matter of authors being put in the wrong section. We had romance authors in sci-fi, sci-fi authors in mystery, mystery authors in fiction, etc.
Anyway, I got maybe ten shelves done total. In a little over four hours' worth of shelving. I have never shelved that slowly, and it is certainly not my fault. Nevertheless, I was getting so pissed off that I was basically reduced to consistently muttering profanity under my breath as a coping mechanism. I don't think I was much help to the customers who asked me for help, either. I was too pissed off to think clearly.
There were at least seven shelves' worth of books that simply did not get shelved. Beyond this, we decided the way to deal with the miscategorisation of books would be to leave them on the carts with the sections they were marked for. Which is fine. Except that it means that they'll be listed as being in the store, and customers won't be able to find them, because they won't be out on the floor.
None of this stuff will probably get shelved until Tuesday, either, unless they take someone from their usual duties and have them handle backlist instead.
I have never disliked a co-worker before. I am pretty much filled with utter loathing for the utter incompetence I am having to deal with. This shit had better get sorted out, and soon.