I'm an organizer, there's no doubt about it! Bosses I work for usually recognize this pretty fast and take advantage of it. When I got into one place things were a total disaster! The stock room was simply indescribable! They were losing money constantly because expensive spices were left all over the kitchen with no tops on them, they either got dumped, or, stuff got spilled in them, and they were contaminated. The tops were not being kept on the storage bins, and the products in them was constantly being contaminated. I found the tops, cleaned them, the boss began to insist they be used.
As I had worked stock in other places, I knew the salesmen in the area. I asked the spice suppliers if they still provided the wall mounted spice racks. He said they did and brought us in two of them, which we mounted in strategic positions around the kitchen with notices on the wall under them that the spices were to be put back in the racks and the covers remain on them. The afternoon cooks grumbled but all really realized the necessity.
When I came in in the morning however, to my surprise I found the spice racks on the top of the trash bin! I brought them in, cleaned them off, and began to remount them. The morning cook came up.
"Don't bother with them! Those aren't staying. Put 'em right back out in the trash! We put the spices where we want them. You're not a cook! You don't come in here and start telling us what to do!"
"If you've got a problem with it," I told him, "talk to the boss! I follow his directions, not yours!"
The cook literally growled and walked off. When the boss came in a couple of hours later the cook went over to him and began to rant and rave that he wasn't going to be told what to do like a child. He didn't want the spice racks, and they weren't going to stay!
"They're staying!" the boss told him, "No argument about it! We've got to cut down on the waste. People are going to start cooperating. No discussion, that's it! Do your job!"
The cook walked off in a huff and I thought the problem was over. When I came in the next morning the spice racks were gone! I went out to the trash bin and the trash man was just emptying it. "Sorry to bother you," I remarked, "but we're missing something. I've got to check the trash."
"Wouldn't be these, would it?" the driver remarked, going to a bin on the side of the truck and removing the spice racks.
"It most certainly would!" I answered.
"Save the nice stuff!" the driver admitted. "Want it back?"
"'Fraid so!" I told him. "They weren't supposed to be thrown out."
I carried the racks back into the kitchen, again cleaned them, and put them back up. If looks could kill I would've died a dozen times as the cook watched me! When the boss came in I informed him that the racks had been thrown out again, and I had barely rescued them. The boss came over to the cook and a heated argument ensued. Finally the boss remarked, "Well, where you can't be trusted by yourself, I'll put you on the night shift. where there's supervision, and I'll put someone else on in the morning. Let's see how you like a few less hours!"
"You can't treat me like that," the cook screamed, "simply because I have a different opinion!'
"When you throw away equipment," the boss screamed back, "and refuse to follow orders, I should fire you! But as you're my sister's husband I have to put up with you! But dammit, I'll see to it you do as you're told! You start on nights tomorrow! Tom is a better breakfast cook, anyway."
The boss walked by me. "Wish you were older, Gerald!" he remarked, "Wish you were older!" and headed out front.
The new morning cook and I got along fine. He loved having things in the same place, and he also enjoyed the fact that I had managed to get the old morning cook put in his place for a change. It sure made work a lot more pleasant! I don't really like working in places that have in laws on the payroll. It was usually always a problem. They always tended not to work very hard. But this boss expected his relatives to work, and when they didn't he did something about it! That makes life alot easier.

It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.
( Sir Arthur Conan Doyle )