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Today's truck was 1800 cartons, and 75% of it turned out to be hardlines stuff. So my supervisor was pushing us all hard today.
Plus this weekend we are having a 50% off sale and it was busier than expected the last two days. Carryouts were through the roof. Yet somehow we managed to get our freight done.
I was on the forklift sending pallets of freight upstairs when a cashier paged for a carryout. She must have done so numerous times with no response; I couldn't hear because I was on the forklift and the baler was running in the background.
And then suddenly my co-worker said to me "Irv, they're paging you to get that carryout."
I said "I'm just going to pretend I don't hear them. I can't hardly hear anyway with the baler going. Numbnuts is here; he should be on top of that."
And then I got paged three more times. The third time it was the front end manager paging me, and she sounded kinda pissed off. Fuck, looks like I have no choice. I picked up the phone and got told I was delivering a bedroom set.
I got it up to the front and the front end manager told me "When I page you, I expect you to answer." I told her I couldn't hear her over the forklift and the baler. She told me "Somehow I don't believe that." And the customer turned out to be a crabass too.
So what happened? Evidently Numbnuts decided to take a break--without telling anybody, as usual, and the two floor people for hardlines had been called up to the registers for backup cashiering. So I became the last resort.
When Numbnuts came back down, I snarled at him "Next time you decide to go on break, you tell somebody. Understand?!" It took everything I had not to pick him up by his shirt collar and slam him against the wall.
Next, I got yelled at by another one of the local yokels, this one complaining because we were out of the laundry detergent in the ad. Bitch, that ad started yesterday. Next time get here sooner.
And then, I was told I probably wouldn't become a key carrier after I was recommended for that job. I was disappointed but not really surprised at this.Technically, our store is only supposed to have 2 key carriers, but we have had 3 just because that's how many key carriers we had before that rule went into effect. Now that the third key carrier is retiring, my supervisor recommended that I get his key, but now corporate is evidently saying we have to go down to 2 key carriers.
Key carriers are paid an extra 50 cents an hour. I'm glad this little bit of selective parsimony on the part of corporate is saving us from Chapter 11, really I am.
So after trudging through my day, I went home--and nearly up hitting some fucktard on a crotch rocket. I just got the Freleighmobile paid off this week, and already I almost ended up with a rice bike in my passenger seat, and the ferret-felching buffoon riding the damn thing splattered across the street because he had to see how fast his little toy would go on a residential street.
Next I went out to run a few errands, which was fairly painless. Then I got home and switched on the TV to see my Badgers leading Michigan 19-0 at halftime. So figuring that game was over, I laid down for a little nap.
When I got up: Wisconsins 25, (sc)UM 27. Plus the Brewers lost today and the Mets won, so it all comes down to tomorrow if I'm going to see the Brwers in the MLB playoffs in this, or any other, lifetime.
I gotta be the only person in the world who has to wake up to have a nightmare.
So, to the deity or deities who decided to put me in a foul mood today: Fuck you, you fucking pieces of shit. Go die in a fire. Kthnxbai.
Plus this weekend we are having a 50% off sale and it was busier than expected the last two days. Carryouts were through the roof. Yet somehow we managed to get our freight done.
I was on the forklift sending pallets of freight upstairs when a cashier paged for a carryout. She must have done so numerous times with no response; I couldn't hear because I was on the forklift and the baler was running in the background.
And then suddenly my co-worker said to me "Irv, they're paging you to get that carryout."
I said "I'm just going to pretend I don't hear them. I can't hardly hear anyway with the baler going. Numbnuts is here; he should be on top of that."
And then I got paged three more times. The third time it was the front end manager paging me, and she sounded kinda pissed off. Fuck, looks like I have no choice. I picked up the phone and got told I was delivering a bedroom set.
I got it up to the front and the front end manager told me "When I page you, I expect you to answer." I told her I couldn't hear her over the forklift and the baler. She told me "Somehow I don't believe that." And the customer turned out to be a crabass too.
So what happened? Evidently Numbnuts decided to take a break--without telling anybody, as usual, and the two floor people for hardlines had been called up to the registers for backup cashiering. So I became the last resort.
When Numbnuts came back down, I snarled at him "Next time you decide to go on break, you tell somebody. Understand?!" It took everything I had not to pick him up by his shirt collar and slam him against the wall.
Next, I got yelled at by another one of the local yokels, this one complaining because we were out of the laundry detergent in the ad. Bitch, that ad started yesterday. Next time get here sooner.
And then, I was told I probably wouldn't become a key carrier after I was recommended for that job. I was disappointed but not really surprised at this.Technically, our store is only supposed to have 2 key carriers, but we have had 3 just because that's how many key carriers we had before that rule went into effect. Now that the third key carrier is retiring, my supervisor recommended that I get his key, but now corporate is evidently saying we have to go down to 2 key carriers.
Key carriers are paid an extra 50 cents an hour. I'm glad this little bit of selective parsimony on the part of corporate is saving us from Chapter 11, really I am.
So after trudging through my day, I went home--and nearly up hitting some fucktard on a crotch rocket. I just got the Freleighmobile paid off this week, and already I almost ended up with a rice bike in my passenger seat, and the ferret-felching buffoon riding the damn thing splattered across the street because he had to see how fast his little toy would go on a residential street.
Next I went out to run a few errands, which was fairly painless. Then I got home and switched on the TV to see my Badgers leading Michigan 19-0 at halftime. So figuring that game was over, I laid down for a little nap.
When I got up: Wisconsins 25, (sc)UM 27. Plus the Brewers lost today and the Mets won, so it all comes down to tomorrow if I'm going to see the Brwers in the MLB playoffs in this, or any other, lifetime.
I gotta be the only person in the world who has to wake up to have a nightmare.
So, to the deity or deities who decided to put me in a foul mood today: Fuck you, you fucking pieces of shit. Go die in a fire. Kthnxbai.
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