Paging MOD to the Deli! Now!!!
My Wednesday up to this point had been fine . . . check in vendors/set up bins and displays for the week's ad, handle reclaim, checked some dates on bagged dog food, etc.
Mid afternoon (round 1:30 or 2, can't recall what time exactly) I hear Ramona (our lead QA person) in the back room cussing up a storm and upset over our Deli Manager, who apparently wants to hog all the boxes of pop up wipes that the fresh departments use for cleaning.
Ramona is working in Produce today (she's closing person since our 2nd full timer is currently out w/2 broken ribs and has to go back to the doctor next week and our Produce Manager was off today) and was looking for a box to use but of course couldn't find any.
This had been a problem before that Ramona has addressed with management. She came back to me complaining about it last week (why does everybody come in the back to whine to ME? I'm not a manager. I can't settle disputes. I can't go and tell another employee to give something back and play nice, etc. IE, I really don't give a crap and just leave me alone and let me get on with my stuff and the only voices I want to hear are the ones arguing with each other in my head, but I digress.)
Anyway, I hear Blondie (our grocery manager) suggest she go to the Deli and remind the dept. manager again about the wipes (turned out last week the Deli Manager had 2 cases stashed away of these things upstairs in a storage room PLUS another 10 or so boxes. WTF???
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I'm in the back, scanning out dog food and boxing it up for reclaim (the empty bags that is after emptying them all in the dumpster right outside my door - I had a floatfull of out of dates that needed to be cleared out) and I hear Daria page Blondie up to the Deli "Blondie come to the Deli immediately!"
Oooh boy, this doesn't sound good at all . . . I have one ear open while a few seconds later I hear a second page for Blondie. It was Ma on the PA "Blondie come to the Deli - NOW!!"
I finish up what I'm doing and then I hear the back room doors in the distance slam open and Ramona's mouth in the breakroom. I walk out of the Receiving area, through the grocery back room, and down the hall to get my water and I see Ramona in the breakroom along w/2 of our stockers and one of the office girls. I stuck my head in and asked Ramona if she's okay.
"No I'm not! That bitch hit me and pulled a knife on me!"
According to Ramona (and I can't verify anything first hand b/c 1) I did not witness what transpired and 2) I've worked with Ramona long enough that I know she's prone to exaggeration and she's a drama llama) but she (Ramona) went to the Deli to talk with the manager about the wipes being missing. She had lightly touched Deli Manager on the shoulder and said "Name, could you come to the back? I'd like to talk to you" and Deli Manager responded by jerking back and hitting Ramona in the jaw while brandishing a knife.
Ramona claims she backed off and yelled at her to put the knife down, yadda yadda. Two stockers came up after hearing the yelling start and got in between the two while Blondie was paged. Ma told me later that she'd seen someone getting in between the two women to separate them until Blondie could get there. Then Ramona came out of the deli through the other side and was still yelling, at which point Blondie told her that was enough and go to the back.
So then Blondie tries to find out what's going on and the Deli Manager told her to get out of her department - that she had no business being back there.
Blondie had to call Baby Jesus (our AM) to come back to the store b/c of this. A short while later, as I was outside at the ice cream checking dates, BJ came up the aisle, shaking his head.
Then a bit later, Grasshopper came in (and he's on vacation this week. Good thing he didn't go out of town, I guess) and, along with BJ, had the Deli Manager in the breakroom (after talking to Ramona privately) to find out from both parties what happened. HR Lady has also been called.
Now they're both threatening to not only call Corporate on each other but also file charges against each other downtown. Guess I'll find out tomorrow if either (or both) were fired over this.
And I've been telling folks if I want drama, I'll write about it . . . now I'm having to deal with it at work. Funny how they forget to mention the live soap opera in the brochures . . .
My Wednesday up to this point had been fine . . . check in vendors/set up bins and displays for the week's ad, handle reclaim, checked some dates on bagged dog food, etc.
Mid afternoon (round 1:30 or 2, can't recall what time exactly) I hear Ramona (our lead QA person) in the back room cussing up a storm and upset over our Deli Manager, who apparently wants to hog all the boxes of pop up wipes that the fresh departments use for cleaning.
Ramona is working in Produce today (she's closing person since our 2nd full timer is currently out w/2 broken ribs and has to go back to the doctor next week and our Produce Manager was off today) and was looking for a box to use but of course couldn't find any.
This had been a problem before that Ramona has addressed with management. She came back to me complaining about it last week (why does everybody come in the back to whine to ME? I'm not a manager. I can't settle disputes. I can't go and tell another employee to give something back and play nice, etc. IE, I really don't give a crap and just leave me alone and let me get on with my stuff and the only voices I want to hear are the ones arguing with each other in my head, but I digress.)
Anyway, I hear Blondie (our grocery manager) suggest she go to the Deli and remind the dept. manager again about the wipes (turned out last week the Deli Manager had 2 cases stashed away of these things upstairs in a storage room PLUS another 10 or so boxes. WTF???

I'm in the back, scanning out dog food and boxing it up for reclaim (the empty bags that is after emptying them all in the dumpster right outside my door - I had a floatfull of out of dates that needed to be cleared out) and I hear Daria page Blondie up to the Deli "Blondie come to the Deli immediately!"
Oooh boy, this doesn't sound good at all . . . I have one ear open while a few seconds later I hear a second page for Blondie. It was Ma on the PA "Blondie come to the Deli - NOW!!"
I finish up what I'm doing and then I hear the back room doors in the distance slam open and Ramona's mouth in the breakroom. I walk out of the Receiving area, through the grocery back room, and down the hall to get my water and I see Ramona in the breakroom along w/2 of our stockers and one of the office girls. I stuck my head in and asked Ramona if she's okay.
"No I'm not! That bitch hit me and pulled a knife on me!"
According to Ramona (and I can't verify anything first hand b/c 1) I did not witness what transpired and 2) I've worked with Ramona long enough that I know she's prone to exaggeration and she's a drama llama) but she (Ramona) went to the Deli to talk with the manager about the wipes being missing. She had lightly touched Deli Manager on the shoulder and said "Name, could you come to the back? I'd like to talk to you" and Deli Manager responded by jerking back and hitting Ramona in the jaw while brandishing a knife.

Ramona claims she backed off and yelled at her to put the knife down, yadda yadda. Two stockers came up after hearing the yelling start and got in between the two while Blondie was paged. Ma told me later that she'd seen someone getting in between the two women to separate them until Blondie could get there. Then Ramona came out of the deli through the other side and was still yelling, at which point Blondie told her that was enough and go to the back.
So then Blondie tries to find out what's going on and the Deli Manager told her to get out of her department - that she had no business being back there.

Blondie had to call Baby Jesus (our AM) to come back to the store b/c of this. A short while later, as I was outside at the ice cream checking dates, BJ came up the aisle, shaking his head.
Then a bit later, Grasshopper came in (and he's on vacation this week. Good thing he didn't go out of town, I guess) and, along with BJ, had the Deli Manager in the breakroom (after talking to Ramona privately) to find out from both parties what happened. HR Lady has also been called.
Now they're both threatening to not only call Corporate on each other but also file charges against each other downtown. Guess I'll find out tomorrow if either (or both) were fired over this.
And I've been telling folks if I want drama, I'll write about it . . . now I'm having to deal with it at work. Funny how they forget to mention the live soap opera in the brochures . . .


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