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It is just a circus with this cleaning company, I tells ya.
Today, the cleaning people were Trainer and Trainee from this thread.
My coworker and I started the day by sorting the HBA/ Grocery repack totes. To do this we line up shopping carts down each aisle in HBA, and a few extras for baby HBA, pharmacy, grocery and register candy, take the totes off the cart or pallet, and sort the items within by aisle, tossing them into the appropriate shopping cart. The full carts are then brought to the backroom for somebody to fill after all the totes are sorted out.
No sooner than we started this, Trainer took two of our carts to put his garbage in.
Co-worker: Did you take our carts we had over here?
Trainer: Yeah, I'll bring them right back.
Co-worker: We need them. Please bring them back and take some carts from over by the door there if you need them.
Note: The carts by the door are just a few steps away from where he was.
Trainer: I'll bring them back when I'm done.
Co-worker: You bring them back now please. I told you we need them.
Trainer: You doan talk to me like that.
Co-worker: I'll talk to you how I want to, now get your trash out of them and bring those carts back so we can sort our totes into them!
Voices get raised and the argument continues. "You doan talk to me like that! You talk to me better than that!" "I told you several times we need those carts, give them back already!" The other people in the store heard it plain as day and started making their way over to see what the fuss was about.
Pretty soon Trainer and Co-worker are in each other's faces and I'm thinking punches are about to be thrown.
Trainer: Who do you think I am, stupid? I like this store, but yo need to talk to me better than that!
Co-worker: I don't care who you are, we're taking those carts back. You can go get all the carts you want over there! (Dumps the trash out of the carts and goes to take them back).
Trainer: You askin' fo it!
And then I snapped. This is probably extremely sucky of me, but we had an 1800-piece truck, a shorthanded crew, and a wide array of FUBARS left for us by last night's unload crew, which I'll detail in a different post, so I was in no mood to engage in an extended pissing match:
Me: Give us back those fucking carts and get the fuck out of here. I don't have time for this shit.
Trainer: Yo doan talk to me like that, honky.
Me: I do, and I will. You don't get to tell us what to do. We're shorthanded and we don't have time to argue with you. There are plenty of carts over by that door there. If you can't walk 15 feet over there to grab some, there's a problem. We had these carts out for a reason.
Other Co-worker who ventured over to see what the ruckus was about: Here. I'll go bring you some carts. (Gets two carts from by the door and brings them over to Trainer.)
Trainer finally retreated, with his carts, and then waltzed back up front to loudly complain to Trainee about what a bunch of arrogant asshats we are. He apparently also called up his company's office (whoever they are) to complain, and they called up the SM, and he hauled us into his office to get our side of the story. None of us are going to get in any trouble, and he's going to complain to the maintenance contractor again. Besides, he's more than had it with them anyway. I didn't bring up the racial slur from Trainer since I did swear at him first.
Seriously, they can't fire these people soon enough.
Today, the cleaning people were Trainer and Trainee from this thread.
My coworker and I started the day by sorting the HBA/ Grocery repack totes. To do this we line up shopping carts down each aisle in HBA, and a few extras for baby HBA, pharmacy, grocery and register candy, take the totes off the cart or pallet, and sort the items within by aisle, tossing them into the appropriate shopping cart. The full carts are then brought to the backroom for somebody to fill after all the totes are sorted out.
No sooner than we started this, Trainer took two of our carts to put his garbage in.
Co-worker: Did you take our carts we had over here?
Trainer: Yeah, I'll bring them right back.
Co-worker: We need them. Please bring them back and take some carts from over by the door there if you need them.
Note: The carts by the door are just a few steps away from where he was.
Trainer: I'll bring them back when I'm done.
Co-worker: You bring them back now please. I told you we need them.
Trainer: You doan talk to me like that.
Co-worker: I'll talk to you how I want to, now get your trash out of them and bring those carts back so we can sort our totes into them!
Voices get raised and the argument continues. "You doan talk to me like that! You talk to me better than that!" "I told you several times we need those carts, give them back already!" The other people in the store heard it plain as day and started making their way over to see what the fuss was about.
Pretty soon Trainer and Co-worker are in each other's faces and I'm thinking punches are about to be thrown.
Trainer: Who do you think I am, stupid? I like this store, but yo need to talk to me better than that!
Co-worker: I don't care who you are, we're taking those carts back. You can go get all the carts you want over there! (Dumps the trash out of the carts and goes to take them back).
Trainer: You askin' fo it!
And then I snapped. This is probably extremely sucky of me, but we had an 1800-piece truck, a shorthanded crew, and a wide array of FUBARS left for us by last night's unload crew, which I'll detail in a different post, so I was in no mood to engage in an extended pissing match:
Me: Give us back those fucking carts and get the fuck out of here. I don't have time for this shit.
Trainer: Yo doan talk to me like that, honky.
Me: I do, and I will. You don't get to tell us what to do. We're shorthanded and we don't have time to argue with you. There are plenty of carts over by that door there. If you can't walk 15 feet over there to grab some, there's a problem. We had these carts out for a reason.
Other Co-worker who ventured over to see what the ruckus was about: Here. I'll go bring you some carts. (Gets two carts from by the door and brings them over to Trainer.)
Trainer finally retreated, with his carts, and then waltzed back up front to loudly complain to Trainee about what a bunch of arrogant asshats we are. He apparently also called up his company's office (whoever they are) to complain, and they called up the SM, and he hauled us into his office to get our side of the story. None of us are going to get in any trouble, and he's going to complain to the maintenance contractor again. Besides, he's more than had it with them anyway. I didn't bring up the racial slur from Trainer since I did swear at him first.
Seriously, they can't fire these people soon enough.
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