Or more specifically...I hate handling summer merchandise.
Summer merchandise means patio furniture that comes in ginormous boxes and requires us to rip apart the entire backroom to make space for it because the backroom's so damn small. It also means trying to unload stacked plastic patio chairs, which come 24 or 36 to a stack and are too high to fit under the ceiling (I say my store was constructed as either a joke or an exercise in how not to build one). When those stacked chairs come in we either have to tip them to move them and hope they don't fall or else unstack them so we can fit them under the ceiling.
It also means pallets of potting soil/mulch/lava rock/bark for outdoor lawn and garden, which have to be unloaded by forklift and taken outside right away, thus disrupting truck unloads.
It also means stocking ugly-ass garden sculptures and statues, which are about as overpackaged as Christmas ornaments. Styrofoam chunks in your hair and clothes=not fun.
We have 3 trucks this week so all this crap is going to be coming in.
Seriously, preparing for summer and lawn and garden stuff is just about as big a pain in the anal regions as Christmas.
Summer merchandise means patio furniture that comes in ginormous boxes and requires us to rip apart the entire backroom to make space for it because the backroom's so damn small. It also means trying to unload stacked plastic patio chairs, which come 24 or 36 to a stack and are too high to fit under the ceiling (I say my store was constructed as either a joke or an exercise in how not to build one). When those stacked chairs come in we either have to tip them to move them and hope they don't fall or else unstack them so we can fit them under the ceiling.
It also means pallets of potting soil/mulch/lava rock/bark for outdoor lawn and garden, which have to be unloaded by forklift and taken outside right away, thus disrupting truck unloads.
It also means stocking ugly-ass garden sculptures and statues, which are about as overpackaged as Christmas ornaments. Styrofoam chunks in your hair and clothes=not fun.
We have 3 trucks this week so all this crap is going to be coming in.
Seriously, preparing for summer and lawn and garden stuff is just about as big a pain in the anal regions as Christmas.
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