and it's only half done.
Today was the second day of our Lowest Prices of the Season sale, and it was a madhouse again.
I have to come in at 8 tomorrow morning and do it all again. Damn high school proms costing me my weekend off!
Today was the second day of our Lowest Prices of the Season sale, and it was a madhouse again.
- My job today was to pull things from the backroom and fill them on the salesfloor. Only I didn't spend much time doing this because we had an insane number of furniture carryouts. At times we had three and four people doing carryouts simultaneously. Eventually I decided to just pull stuff so there would be no pulls in the system, so we had carts and carts of merchandise piled up in the backroom. The manager told me to have all the pulls out of the system before I left, and I managed to get them all done by 6:30. Then at 6:45, 30 more pulls downloaded. . So needless to say, I didn't get them all done (I left at 7:00), and what's left will probably not get done tonight and we'll end up on the shit list (Orwellianly-named the "autopull non-compliance list"), and tomorrow I'll end up taking the heat for nothing getting filled either.
- Sometime this afternoon, we got a call from another store asking if we had a certain kind of chair in stock for a customer. The caller did not tell which store he/she was from, and ended up handing off the call-taker at my store to three different people, all asking different questions. Eventually, the call-taker said we had the chairs in stock because the scanner showed we did (on-hands don't update until the store has closed and end-of-day processing takes place). The customer came to pick up her chairs, which we did not have because we sold them all. Guess who ended up on the recieving end of her screaming, profanity-laced tirade?
- We also had our usual bunch of carryout cretins, barstool dumbasses, and blissfully inobservant schlubs. To wit:
- The family that bought a kitchen table, 4 chairs, and a bench, and made us cram it into two subcompact cars. Glad you didn't just come with one subcompact car; that might have sucked! HERE'S YOUR SIGN!
- The lady who called up saying she had bought 4 29-inch barstools of a certain style, got them home, and discovered they were the wrong size . I had to pry the description of the stools out of her, because she didn't want to bring them back because she lived 45 minutes away. The long commute would seem to be a nice reason to measure your bar before your come in and throw money at us in exchange for barstools, no? HERE'S YOUR SIGN!
- The guy who asked me where the lightbulbs were--while standing right in front of them. People like this crack me up instead of infuriating me, so no sign for him.
I have to come in at 8 tomorrow morning and do it all again. Damn high school proms costing me my weekend off!
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