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Turn on the lights! Charge up the motorized shopping carts! Set out the refreshment table! Make sure there's extra toilet paper in the restrooms and have Irv on call in case there are any accidents!
Huh?
Was carrying out some furniture item to some customer when I passed some old skinbag in a t-shirt from some "Passion of the Christ" production or something.
So I passed her, and then I heard a sarcastic "You're welcome!" from the old skinbag in the Passion of the Christ t-shirt. She didn't even have to get out of my way.
When I came back in, I observed Passion of the Christ skinbag making a scene in the pharmacy about...something. Maybe her prescription got messed up. Or she found out the pharmacy dispenses birth control.
Run along now, Church Lady. I think I hear somebody playing an organ.
Playing in dirt
Lawn and garden has been shut down for the year. Sort of. The tent and greenhouse are down, the remaining stock have been moved to the sidewalk in front of the store, and a bunch of dead, crispy plants have been discarded, but we just got in a truckload of new shrubs because corporate wants to continue selling this shit for some reason. Also we still have a few pallets of dirt and soil and mulch in front of the building.
Five times today I got called outside to load up bags of soil or mulch for customers. Just about all the bags of soil and mulch are ripped up and disgorging their contents onto the sidewalk and myself because they've been caught on pallet nails or hit with the forklift or something.
And of course all the customers had to be picky shits. "I don't want that bag! Find me one that isn't ripped!" and I mentally stab the customer in the face whilst shuffling bags around on pallets trying to find one that isn't torn.
And then I come back inside and get my ass ripped because cashiers have been calling with carryouts and I haven't been answering.
On the way back to the backroom, I walk into somebody's rotten egg, mud bog, I-just-crapped-my-pants
It wouldn't be senior day without this.
Pointless busy work
We were expecting another visit from the corporate dignitaries today (Third one in as many weeks), so the managers were running around like headless chickens and demanding all the shelves straightened because nobody on the night shift bothered to do it yesterday.
We got things looking reasonably nice, and then the corporate suits don't show. Must've been a pile-up in the executive washroom or something.
Huh?
Was carrying out some furniture item to some customer when I passed some old skinbag in a t-shirt from some "Passion of the Christ" production or something.
So I passed her, and then I heard a sarcastic "You're welcome!" from the old skinbag in the Passion of the Christ t-shirt. She didn't even have to get out of my way.
When I came back in, I observed Passion of the Christ skinbag making a scene in the pharmacy about...something. Maybe her prescription got messed up. Or she found out the pharmacy dispenses birth control.
Run along now, Church Lady. I think I hear somebody playing an organ.
Playing in dirt
Lawn and garden has been shut down for the year. Sort of. The tent and greenhouse are down, the remaining stock have been moved to the sidewalk in front of the store, and a bunch of dead, crispy plants have been discarded, but we just got in a truckload of new shrubs because corporate wants to continue selling this shit for some reason. Also we still have a few pallets of dirt and soil and mulch in front of the building.
Five times today I got called outside to load up bags of soil or mulch for customers. Just about all the bags of soil and mulch are ripped up and disgorging their contents onto the sidewalk and myself because they've been caught on pallet nails or hit with the forklift or something.
And of course all the customers had to be picky shits. "I don't want that bag! Find me one that isn't ripped!" and I mentally stab the customer in the face whilst shuffling bags around on pallets trying to find one that isn't torn.
And then I come back inside and get my ass ripped because cashiers have been calling with carryouts and I haven't been answering.
On the way back to the backroom, I walk into somebody's rotten egg, mud bog, I-just-crapped-my-pants
It wouldn't be senior day without this.Pointless busy work
We were expecting another visit from the corporate dignitaries today (Third one in as many weeks), so the managers were running around like headless chickens and demanding all the shelves straightened because nobody on the night shift bothered to do it yesterday.
We got things looking reasonably nice, and then the corporate suits don't show. Must've been a pile-up in the executive washroom or something.
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