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Whadda I do now?
I used to come in at 5 am to do the weekly furniture audit, but asked to come in at 7 am or later because for some reason the pull tag report, which I need to do the audit, was never at the printer when I arrived at work. I always had to sit around for an hour or more to get it, or find something else to do.
Came in today and found no pull tag report at the printer for me. This is the third week in a row that's happened. Each time I do the following:
I didn't have my report until almost 8:30. Guess I'll have to ask to come in later, like 9-ish.
Furniture Fuckdumpling
Had a lady call the store today to find out if we had a certain bed and mattress in, how much both pieces cost, what the boxes look like, how many of each we had in stock, what kind of vehicle these items might fit in, blah blah blah bling bling bling blah.
This wouldn't be so annoying if it weren't for the fact that it took four calls, over the course of about an hour, for the lady to get all this information because she couldn't remember to ask it all the first time.
So I went to the back, got her bed and mattress together on a flatbed, and held it in the back. She came in about 11:30 to pick them up. I wheeled the flatbed out and....
"That's not what I wanted!"
ID 10 T
On my daily task list was a note from Numbknockers: "Replace the bulbs in all the lamp displays, they are burned out."
After finishing up the furniture audit, I took a look at the lamps, and found the reason why the display lamps weren't lit: They weren't plugged in.
Furniture Fuckdumpling Part Deux:
Why why why why oh Cthulu WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP TAKING THE DISPLAY CARD TABLES INSTEAD OF TAKING A PULL TAG TO THE REGISTERS ARRRRGGGHHHDIEDIEDIEKILLKILLDIE.
This is about the third week out of four I've had to replace a display card table because some fuckbucket took the display. If it were up to me, those displays would be permanently attached to the rack.
Yet Another Furniture Fuckdumpling:
About ten minutes before I was to leave, a carryout call came in for two big, clearance bedroom dressers. I grabbed somebody off the floor to help me, loaded up the dressers, and brought them up to the front.
The lady making the purchase told me "Aren't these nightstands? I wanted nightstands!"
There were no tags out for the nightstands BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE ANY MORE FUCKING NIGHTSTANDS. The only tags out were for the dressers.
This is at least the third time somebody has bought these dressers, and then told me they thought they were getting something else. Don't you people know how to read? NO! Of course you don't! You just go "Ugggh, thing! Must buy!" and flail your arms until you get a pull tag in your hand and run it up to the cashier! I hate you people. Die in a fire.
So I had to take the damn things back AGAIN. This caused me to leave five minutes later than I should have. It's no big thing if the company gets five extra minutes of work out of me, but I dare not try to leave five minutes early because Moon Unit the Break Nazi might catch me.
Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
And after work it was off to the DMV to get my drivers license renewed because it's close to expiration. I got there at about 1:30 and left at 3:00. There were two people behind the counter and a line extending out the door. The line stayed about that long the entire time I was there, and there wasn't even a chair in the waiting area for me at first, so I sat on the floor. There's nothing like a trip to the DMV to make you wish you didn't drive.
Shortly after I first got there, some other guy came in behind me and said "What the hell is this?" It's just your wonderfully efficient government at work.
Whadda I do now?
I used to come in at 5 am to do the weekly furniture audit, but asked to come in at 7 am or later because for some reason the pull tag report, which I need to do the audit, was never at the printer when I arrived at work. I always had to sit around for an hour or more to get it, or find something else to do.
Came in today and found no pull tag report at the printer for me. This is the third week in a row that's happened. Each time I do the following:
- Call up the help(less) desk
- Get told all the reports are running late for some reason and they have no idea when they'll be ready.
- Get told the above in a rather snippy manner because they've probably been getting calls from other stores all morning.
- Hang up
- Bang head against desk.
I didn't have my report until almost 8:30. Guess I'll have to ask to come in later, like 9-ish.
Furniture Fuckdumpling
Had a lady call the store today to find out if we had a certain bed and mattress in, how much both pieces cost, what the boxes look like, how many of each we had in stock, what kind of vehicle these items might fit in, blah blah blah bling bling bling blah.
This wouldn't be so annoying if it weren't for the fact that it took four calls, over the course of about an hour, for the lady to get all this information because she couldn't remember to ask it all the first time.
So I went to the back, got her bed and mattress together on a flatbed, and held it in the back. She came in about 11:30 to pick them up. I wheeled the flatbed out and....
"That's not what I wanted!"
ID 10 T
On my daily task list was a note from Numbknockers: "Replace the bulbs in all the lamp displays, they are burned out."
After finishing up the furniture audit, I took a look at the lamps, and found the reason why the display lamps weren't lit: They weren't plugged in.
Furniture Fuckdumpling Part Deux:
Why why why why oh Cthulu WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP TAKING THE DISPLAY CARD TABLES INSTEAD OF TAKING A PULL TAG TO THE REGISTERS ARRRRGGGHHHDIEDIEDIEKILLKILLDIE.
This is about the third week out of four I've had to replace a display card table because some fuckbucket took the display. If it were up to me, those displays would be permanently attached to the rack.
Yet Another Furniture Fuckdumpling:
About ten minutes before I was to leave, a carryout call came in for two big, clearance bedroom dressers. I grabbed somebody off the floor to help me, loaded up the dressers, and brought them up to the front.
The lady making the purchase told me "Aren't these nightstands? I wanted nightstands!"
There were no tags out for the nightstands BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE ANY MORE FUCKING NIGHTSTANDS. The only tags out were for the dressers.
This is at least the third time somebody has bought these dressers, and then told me they thought they were getting something else. Don't you people know how to read? NO! Of course you don't! You just go "Ugggh, thing! Must buy!" and flail your arms until you get a pull tag in your hand and run it up to the cashier! I hate you people. Die in a fire.
So I had to take the damn things back AGAIN. This caused me to leave five minutes later than I should have. It's no big thing if the company gets five extra minutes of work out of me, but I dare not try to leave five minutes early because Moon Unit the Break Nazi might catch me.
Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
And after work it was off to the DMV to get my drivers license renewed because it's close to expiration. I got there at about 1:30 and left at 3:00. There were two people behind the counter and a line extending out the door. The line stayed about that long the entire time I was there, and there wasn't even a chair in the waiting area for me at first, so I sat on the floor. There's nothing like a trip to the DMV to make you wish you didn't drive.
Shortly after I first got there, some other guy came in behind me and said "What the hell is this?" It's just your wonderfully efficient government at work.
Actually, the only people on earth who can have fun at the DMV are me, my mom, and my brother.
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