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Whyisit whenever I'm responsible for furniture carryouts, they always come in right as I'm ready to go on break?
And whyisit the people purchasing the merchandise for these carryouts always end up to be a double pain in the ass with fries and a Coke?
This happened not once, but twice to me today. The first time, I was ready to go on lunch when I was called to bring down three dining chairs a customer had a raincheck on.
I bring them down for him and he insists I open every box for him so he can inspect all the parts, even though the boxes were sealed and had no rips, tears, gashes or dents in them. Then, he decides he doesn't want the chairs after all, because (gasp!) he has to assemble them. What, attaching the seats to the backs and the legs to the seats is too much trouble?
So then I get to try and repackage the chairs as best I can, and haul them back to the backroom and upstairs by hand because lawn and garden was using the forklift outside. This caused me to take lunch half an hour late.
Then...I was getting ready to take my last 15-minute break when I got called to deliver a patio set. Dining table, umbrella, umbrella stand, and 4 chairs. Get all the pieces together and outside, where I am greeted by two elderly women, and elderly man and their minivan.
The bench seat and the two seats in front of it have to be folded down to get the table in. The umbrella stand is a smaller box, so that fits in easily. However, that leaves the umbrella and the chairs, which don't fit.
However, the customers don't want us to hold anything so they can pick it up later. No, they have to take it all now. They have to take their patio set to Door County, which is about an hour away from where I am. So for 15 minutes I get to listen to the elderly man bark out order to myself, my helper and his two female companions.
"Marion, pick the table up so we can try to slide the chairs under it! Okay, you, the guy in the green shirt (I have a name you know
), shove the chair legs under the table!"
"Take the umbrella out and shove it in sideways!" (Oh, believe me, I'd love to do that right about now.)"
"Carol take the umbrella stand off of the table! You can hold that in your lap!"
As this is going on, I start humming the "You Are An Idiot" song. Out loud.
Finally, we get everything sorta into the van, but the hatchback has to be tied down.
However, there is still the third passenger, who does not have a seat belt, or even a seat to sit in, for the trip up to Door County. No problem, the man says, she'll just sit with all the patio furniture in back.
Now then, who is this guy Darwin I hear snickering in the background? And why do I get the feeling I'll be reading about these dry-pool diving team members in the paper?
I sure meet the idiots in this job.
And whyisit the people purchasing the merchandise for these carryouts always end up to be a double pain in the ass with fries and a Coke?
This happened not once, but twice to me today. The first time, I was ready to go on lunch when I was called to bring down three dining chairs a customer had a raincheck on.
I bring them down for him and he insists I open every box for him so he can inspect all the parts, even though the boxes were sealed and had no rips, tears, gashes or dents in them. Then, he decides he doesn't want the chairs after all, because (gasp!) he has to assemble them. What, attaching the seats to the backs and the legs to the seats is too much trouble?
So then I get to try and repackage the chairs as best I can, and haul them back to the backroom and upstairs by hand because lawn and garden was using the forklift outside. This caused me to take lunch half an hour late.
Then...I was getting ready to take my last 15-minute break when I got called to deliver a patio set. Dining table, umbrella, umbrella stand, and 4 chairs. Get all the pieces together and outside, where I am greeted by two elderly women, and elderly man and their minivan.
The bench seat and the two seats in front of it have to be folded down to get the table in. The umbrella stand is a smaller box, so that fits in easily. However, that leaves the umbrella and the chairs, which don't fit.
However, the customers don't want us to hold anything so they can pick it up later. No, they have to take it all now. They have to take their patio set to Door County, which is about an hour away from where I am. So for 15 minutes I get to listen to the elderly man bark out order to myself, my helper and his two female companions.
"Marion, pick the table up so we can try to slide the chairs under it! Okay, you, the guy in the green shirt (I have a name you know
), shove the chair legs under the table!""Take the umbrella out and shove it in sideways!" (Oh, believe me, I'd love to do that right about now.)"
"Carol take the umbrella stand off of the table! You can hold that in your lap!"
As this is going on, I start humming the "You Are An Idiot" song. Out loud.
Finally, we get everything sorta into the van, but the hatchback has to be tied down.
However, there is still the third passenger, who does not have a seat belt, or even a seat to sit in, for the trip up to Door County. No problem, the man says, she'll just sit with all the patio furniture in back.
Now then, who is this guy Darwin I hear snickering in the background? And why do I get the feeling I'll be reading about these dry-pool diving team members in the paper?
I sure meet the idiots in this job.
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