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Sex and Candy
aka Just Another Day At Work. 
Sex (or at least something used in it)
One of my projects today after the weekly Herding Of The Furniture was to purge out the section of backstock containing digestive health items, family planning and vitamins.
While doing this, I managed to drop a bottle of Warm Lovin' personal lubricant, and the bottle broke at the spout.
Result: Warm Lovin' all over the backroom floor, and then my hands when I went to pick it up.
Let's just say this particular product definitely delivers the warm it promises. I didn't test out the lovin' part though. There are cameras in the backroom, after all.
Candy
Then when I finished that I went through a section of candy backstock to purge it out.
Last week, salesfloor supervisor, who's as useful as boobs on a wall, supposedly went through the entire grocery section and checked expiration dates and threw out expired items and set aside items close to expiration so they could be marked down.
The several bags of candy I found bearing expiration dates of November 2008, December 2008, and even July 2008, say otherwise.
So I guess by "checked expiration dates in all of grocery," she meant "parked my big butt in electronics and looked busy"
Well, that answers that:
T-shirt I observed on the torso on a young woman with something of a gut: "I'm not fat, I'm knocked up."
How to royally piss off the store manager:
A mitigating factor here could be that there was a corporate suit in the store; however he was the corporate LP guy, in to check out the LP side of things as he does a couple times a year or so. Still, I guess he could've ratted us out to the other suits for not keeping an eye on the checkout lines.
Sex (or at least something used in it)
One of my projects today after the weekly Herding Of The Furniture was to purge out the section of backstock containing digestive health items, family planning and vitamins.
While doing this, I managed to drop a bottle of Warm Lovin' personal lubricant, and the bottle broke at the spout.
Result: Warm Lovin' all over the backroom floor, and then my hands when I went to pick it up.
Let's just say this particular product definitely delivers the warm it promises. I didn't test out the lovin' part though. There are cameras in the backroom, after all.
Candy
Then when I finished that I went through a section of candy backstock to purge it out.
Last week, salesfloor supervisor, who's as useful as boobs on a wall, supposedly went through the entire grocery section and checked expiration dates and threw out expired items and set aside items close to expiration so they could be marked down.
The several bags of candy I found bearing expiration dates of November 2008, December 2008, and even July 2008, say otherwise.
So I guess by "checked expiration dates in all of grocery," she meant "parked my big butt in electronics and looked busy"
Well, that answers that:
T-shirt I observed on the torso on a young woman with something of a gut: "I'm not fat, I'm knocked up."
How to royally piss off the store manager:
- Be working at the service desk today, and thus one of your tasks is to monitor the checkout lines and call for backup cashiers when the lines get long enough
- Do nothing and say nothing when the line at the one open register starts to resemble the line at your average DMV. Some of the front-end people are vigilant almost to a fault about the checkout lines, and are paging for backup right as the third person enters each available line. Others let the lines back right up into girls before paging for backup, or ignore it altogether. We had two of the latter variety at the desk today.)
- Store manager comes down to the floor, sees the long-ass checkout line, gets bitched at by several people in the line, and promptly gets on the PA and barks for the apparel manager (whose butt is parked at her desk reading a celebrity magazine, as is normal for her) and somebody else to "swarm the lanes"
- Store manager is then overheard grumbling as he returns to his office "Some days I could strangle those two (service desk people)
A mitigating factor here could be that there was a corporate suit in the store; however he was the corporate LP guy, in to check out the LP side of things as he does a couple times a year or so. Still, I guess he could've ratted us out to the other suits for not keeping an eye on the checkout lines.
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