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Okay local yokels, I am just as stoked as you are that Local Football Team (LFT) won its latest game again Arch Rival Team, and consequently won its division and gets to go to the playoffs. But apparently, when it comes to the t-shirts, hoodies, and hats commemorating LFT's division championship, bitches be crazy.
It all started Sunday evening minutes, if not seconds, after the game ended. Some guy called up the swamp asking if we had LFT division championship shirts in. When told we did not, he indignantly huffed "Didn't you know they were going to win?"
In all likelihood, no. The service desk people don't have access to TV or a radio and are generally too busy to be checking the game score on their phones. And they're not allowed to have their cell phones on them while working anyway. Plus it appeared LFT would lose until they scored the winning touchdown with less than a minute left in the game.
Corporate sent down a memo saying LFT shirts and hats would be coming to the store either today or tomorrow, and they put an ad in the local newsrag announcing this as well. But the last couple of days the service desk has been inundated with calls from people wanting to know when we're getting in our LFT merchandise.
Including several more from the first guy I mentioned, all of them slightly less good-mannered than his first call.
Today comes, I have to substitute for the receiving clerk as she uses up the last of her vacation time. It's just about time for me to go to lunch, but then Frito-Lay rolls in, quickly followed by Little Debbie. So I have to check in their merchandise and their returns before I can go. There's a problem with the Little Debbie invoice, my stomach is rumbling, my leftovers from Little Caesars are calling to me from the break room fridge. Finally I get the Little Debbie stuff checked in, the rep goes to stock it all, and I go to lunch.
I no sooner get my pizza out of the microwave and the apparel manager is clomping up the stairs telling me I have to come back down. UPS just dropped off the LFT shirts, and they have to be checked in. Also a photographer from the local newsrag is stopping by so the shirts have to be check in and put out for sale NAO.
Trololololol.
It turned out the UPS guy hit the buzzer for the back door, waited approximately 10 milliseconds, and then went around to drop off the packages at the service desk. And probably complained that he'd been waiting back there ten minutes. Whatev.
And then as she was signing for the packages, the service desk girl, who resembles nothing so much as Dwight Shrute in drag, mentioned "Oh! Those must be the LFT shirts!" So the people lined up at the desk were pestering apparel manager to put them out for sale already.
The actual checking-in of the shirts is uneventful, apparel manager wrangles up one of her girls to help get them put on the racks, and they're pushed out to apparel. And a couple customers go running right over to the rack, nearly knocking over some poor old woman in the process.
When I left today that rack was nearly empty.
And this is just for a relatively meaningless division championship! LFT still must win three more games to get to the Superb Owl, and I doubt they will even win the next game. God help me if they do.
It all started Sunday evening minutes, if not seconds, after the game ended. Some guy called up the swamp asking if we had LFT division championship shirts in. When told we did not, he indignantly huffed "Didn't you know they were going to win?"
In all likelihood, no. The service desk people don't have access to TV or a radio and are generally too busy to be checking the game score on their phones. And they're not allowed to have their cell phones on them while working anyway. Plus it appeared LFT would lose until they scored the winning touchdown with less than a minute left in the game.
Corporate sent down a memo saying LFT shirts and hats would be coming to the store either today or tomorrow, and they put an ad in the local newsrag announcing this as well. But the last couple of days the service desk has been inundated with calls from people wanting to know when we're getting in our LFT merchandise.
Including several more from the first guy I mentioned, all of them slightly less good-mannered than his first call.
Today comes, I have to substitute for the receiving clerk as she uses up the last of her vacation time. It's just about time for me to go to lunch, but then Frito-Lay rolls in, quickly followed by Little Debbie. So I have to check in their merchandise and their returns before I can go. There's a problem with the Little Debbie invoice, my stomach is rumbling, my leftovers from Little Caesars are calling to me from the break room fridge. Finally I get the Little Debbie stuff checked in, the rep goes to stock it all, and I go to lunch.
I no sooner get my pizza out of the microwave and the apparel manager is clomping up the stairs telling me I have to come back down. UPS just dropped off the LFT shirts, and they have to be checked in. Also a photographer from the local newsrag is stopping by so the shirts have to be check in and put out for sale NAO.
Trololololol.
It turned out the UPS guy hit the buzzer for the back door, waited approximately 10 milliseconds, and then went around to drop off the packages at the service desk. And probably complained that he'd been waiting back there ten minutes. Whatev.
And then as she was signing for the packages, the service desk girl, who resembles nothing so much as Dwight Shrute in drag, mentioned "Oh! Those must be the LFT shirts!" So the people lined up at the desk were pestering apparel manager to put them out for sale already.
The actual checking-in of the shirts is uneventful, apparel manager wrangles up one of her girls to help get them put on the racks, and they're pushed out to apparel. And a couple customers go running right over to the rack, nearly knocking over some poor old woman in the process.
When I left today that rack was nearly empty.
And this is just for a relatively meaningless division championship! LFT still must win three more games to get to the Superb Owl, and I doubt they will even win the next game. God help me if they do.
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