It is a sad fact of life that all good things must come to an end, and that includes vacations from work, so today I was back at it for the first time in a week. 
I went to punch in on the computer, and the time clock program went tits-up. None of us knew how to restart it. Not a good omen.
Backroom Buffoonery
While I was gone, the stock people continued straightening up the backroom. It looks marvelous. All the furniture is organized and together so counting it was a snap this morning.
Except for the 8 items on my list that weren't in the backroom but still had locations, because the idiots doing the carryouts don't delete items when they take the last of them. The past few weeks we've only had 2-3 items that were gone but still had locations. I'd like it to be zero, but that will never happen.
And then I caught our lazy slug of a salesfloor supervisor taking the last of a certain office chair for a carryout and not deleting the location. When she came back I asked her why she didn't delete the location. She said "Oh, doesn't it do that automatically when you take the last of something?"
I should mention this woman has several years experience working for my company at another store. Items never did automatically delete from the backroom when the last one was taken, they never will and they never should. Given that the on-hands get gradually fucked up as time goes by, we'd have nothing but headaches. So either she lied about her experience or she's just unbelievably dense.
I WANT KLEENEX!!!11!
With older people, there are those who are very sweet, kindly and polite, and those who are organic vessels for transporting entitlement cheap. So guess which kind asked me for Kleenex this morning?
She wanted the stuff that was on ad. I looked for her and it turned out we were sold out.
: WHY ISDN'T THERE ANY KLEENEX! IT JUST WENT ON SALE YESTERDAY!
: Well, Kleenex is frequently on sale and might have been last week. We haven't gotten any more in.
: Well why do you advertise stuff and never have it?
: The ads are planned months in advance and corporate doesn't know what they will be able to get. We can't control that at the store.
: Well you should!
: If you want to file a complaint, you can go to the service desk and get a survey and contact corporate personally.
:You should be doing that!
: You should go screw.
Geez lady, you're 75 going on 4 for chrissakes. I'm surprised I didn't get an "I know you are but what am I?" out of you. It's just stupid Kleenex. It isn't my problem we're only getting one truck a week and people are catching colds and the flu. You can buy it anyplace. You just blow your schnozz with it and throw it away, or at least I hope you do. With the way some people get over Kleenex or Puffs I wonder if they're insulating their homes with the stuff.
Oh, and Numbnuts is still festering around the store and even more ripe since I last encountered him. He came down the aisle where I was stocking shampoo to ask me where the Ziploc bags were, and his smell nearly made my eyes water. I just pointed and told him to go to household supplies. Nowadays whenever I'm near him I hold my breath and make no effort to hide the fact I'm doing so.

I went to punch in on the computer, and the time clock program went tits-up. None of us knew how to restart it. Not a good omen.
Backroom Buffoonery
While I was gone, the stock people continued straightening up the backroom. It looks marvelous. All the furniture is organized and together so counting it was a snap this morning.
Except for the 8 items on my list that weren't in the backroom but still had locations, because the idiots doing the carryouts don't delete items when they take the last of them. The past few weeks we've only had 2-3 items that were gone but still had locations. I'd like it to be zero, but that will never happen.
And then I caught our lazy slug of a salesfloor supervisor taking the last of a certain office chair for a carryout and not deleting the location. When she came back I asked her why she didn't delete the location. She said "Oh, doesn't it do that automatically when you take the last of something?"

I WANT KLEENEX!!!11!
With older people, there are those who are very sweet, kindly and polite, and those who are organic vessels for transporting entitlement cheap. So guess which kind asked me for Kleenex this morning?
She wanted the stuff that was on ad. I looked for her and it turned out we were sold out.








Geez lady, you're 75 going on 4 for chrissakes. I'm surprised I didn't get an "I know you are but what am I?" out of you. It's just stupid Kleenex. It isn't my problem we're only getting one truck a week and people are catching colds and the flu. You can buy it anyplace. You just blow your schnozz with it and throw it away, or at least I hope you do. With the way some people get over Kleenex or Puffs I wonder if they're insulating their homes with the stuff.
Oh, and Numbnuts is still festering around the store and even more ripe since I last encountered him. He came down the aisle where I was stocking shampoo to ask me where the Ziploc bags were, and his smell nearly made my eyes water. I just pointed and told him to go to household supplies. Nowadays whenever I'm near him I hold my breath and make no effort to hide the fact I'm doing so.
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