I had to work alone this morning. This is because the two morning people who worked this weekend got today off, and the other two work overnight tonight because a crew is coming in to change all our light bulbs. Working alone sucks.
At 5 am, I walked in to discover the following:
And as if my mood weren't bad enough already, I had a run-in with some crotchety old skinbag who can't die soon enough:
COS: WHERE'S YOUR Q-TIPS!
Me: They're on the wall back here, if you want to follow me...
COS: WHAT ARE THEY DOING OVER HERE?! I ALWAYS THOUGHT THEY WERE BY THE DIAPERS!
Me: They are; it's just that some people got confused so we put some Q-tips over by...
COS: ARE YOU SAYING I'M CONFUSED?!
Me: (You already know the Q-tips are by the diapers and you're still asking me where they are, so....) No, not you, we just thought it might be more convenient. Here are the Q-tips.
COS: I GUESS I'M SORRY IF I BOTHERED YOU.
Me: (Yeah, right)
And then the bitch put in a complaint about me at the service desk, which I found out about later.
Tomorrow I have to work 11:30 to 8 with the gang of cognitively-deceased, mouth-breathing kids we call the truck unload crew, and then come back in at 5 am Wednesday for stocking. Please fire me.
At 5 am, I walked in to discover the following:
- 164 SKUs in autopull, because Captain Jackass was working, and probably dragged his hungover ass in late, left early, and did nothing in between. Sunday afternoons and evenings are unbearably slow; why couldn't he at least do a little autopull? I got it all pulled, but had to beg the floor people to help fill it because I had to count furniture at 7:30.
- Paper and detergent not filled. The toilet paper that's on loyalty this week was completely wiped out. I did not get a chance to fill it until after furniture was done.
- Seven different furniture items not in backstock but still located.
- Three flatbeds full of random shit, and no indication as to whether they were fill or backstock, until I went up to the offices and found a note on my manager's desk, from whoever was setting planograms yesterday, stating that they "ran out of time" before they could backstock their excess stuff (How convenient
), next to a note from my manager telling me to backstock all that shit when I finished furniture.
- Numerous holding forms, filled out by the breathing meat working the service desk this weekend, missing important information such as customer names, phone numbers, SKUs, and whether or not the items the forms were attached to were paid for.
- Two carts full of returns just left sitting on the salesfloor.
- A bunch of shelves, probably from a planogram reset, piled on a flatbed and not put away. I let those sit.
- The baler just about full of cardboard, and numerous cardboard boxes and carts full of cardboard left sitting around the baler. Captain Jackass knows how to make bales, but he refuses to put this skill to use. So I let the baler get even fuller still; it can be emptied overnight.
- Some dry-pool diving team member threw styrofoam in the baler, because the "Cardboard only" sign on the baler evidently left some room for interpretation. So now I have free-range bits or styrofoam flying around all over.
And as if my mood weren't bad enough already, I had a run-in with some crotchety old skinbag who can't die soon enough:
COS: WHERE'S YOUR Q-TIPS!
Me: They're on the wall back here, if you want to follow me...
COS: WHAT ARE THEY DOING OVER HERE?! I ALWAYS THOUGHT THEY WERE BY THE DIAPERS!
Me: They are; it's just that some people got confused so we put some Q-tips over by...
COS: ARE YOU SAYING I'M CONFUSED?!
Me: (You already know the Q-tips are by the diapers and you're still asking me where they are, so....) No, not you, we just thought it might be more convenient. Here are the Q-tips.
COS: I GUESS I'M SORRY IF I BOTHERED YOU.
Me: (Yeah, right)
And then the bitch put in a complaint about me at the service desk, which I found out about later.
Tomorrow I have to work 11:30 to 8 with the gang of cognitively-deceased, mouth-breathing kids we call the truck unload crew, and then come back in at 5 am Wednesday for stocking. Please fire me.
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