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Sticks and stones
While speed-walking up and down action alley while setting the candy isle today, I encountered a second shift temp worker with a customer who wanted to know where the Gatorade was. He and I were both drawing complete blanks, as some of the drinks have been relocated this week and neither of us were on the teams that did it, so we had no clue where it was. Wonderful 'Lady' dramatically slapped her cell phone to her face to let us know she was SO IMPORTANT, said we were good for nothing but standing around and looking like 'mushfaces' and that she would just keep walking and find it herself.
Danger + Shouting = customer magnet
Found out yesterday that one of the gondolas in Housewares was not exactly where it should be. Solution: Remove heavy items from shelves, have ten guys each tie a rope to the legs, five on each side, place me and another coworker at each end to safety spot, and heave. Remod lead is shouting loud enough to be heard halfway across the store, giving the count, making sure everyone is on the same page before they pull, etc. It was 8:30 in the morning and no one was shopping in this department until the yelling and screaming and laughing started. Then they all showed up. Not to stare at the slight hilarity of what was going on; I could actually see the bizarre appeal in that. No, these people decided, at that very moment, when the entire unit was shaking and lighter peghook items were falling off of it, that they wanted to SHOP down that isle. And I got stinkeye from them because I asked them to please go around the isle, not down it, as we didn't want anything falling on them, and that we would be finished in just a few minutes. They still scooted this way and that, seeing if they would be able to navigate their way down the isle without one of us stopping them. Maybe they were hoping for a lawsuit . . .
Ex-sceeeeeeewwz me!
There were a half-dozen of us, at the very least, at any given time, in the new candy isle for most of today. Most of us had a shopping cart filled with product we were setting on the new modules, so the isle was extremely crowded. Thanks for being so polite, saying 'Excuse me' with cat-butt-face before you unceremoniously rammed your cart into our feet, legs, and hips.
Open for business
Ah, you're so sure of yourselves. But I assure you, we are not closing the store. We. Are. Not. Closing. The. Store. Why would the 'Mart spend millions of dollars buying all new shelving and fixtures, and hiring temp workers and outsourcing through day labor companies to shut down shop?
COFFEE? IS THAT YOU?!?!
"Excuse me. EXCUSE ME!!!! Do you work here??"
No, he doesn't. He just wears a tag that says "Store Manager", grubs around on the floor on his knees in dress clothes, stocking endcaps for shits and giggles. He was really very kind in response to your assumption that his name was 'Coffee???!?!?!' and responded in the best way he knew how, by pointing out the new coffee and tea module to you.
I'm honestly not sure if I should feel disheartened or relieved to discover that there are people who treat our manager like the same level of crap they do us.
Machine good. Cashier bad.
Since I used to work the front, I'm friends with a lot of the morning cashiers. Pretty much all of them have gotten at least one complaint about the removal of their precious self checkout lanes. (Good riddance!) One person even told a 10+ year employee "I hate dealing with you cashiers!" while going through her line. I guess I should just be thankful that I don't let so much hate fill me that I would actually walk up to a person and say something like that.
And thus comes the end of my more memorable moments this week . . .
While speed-walking up and down action alley while setting the candy isle today, I encountered a second shift temp worker with a customer who wanted to know where the Gatorade was. He and I were both drawing complete blanks, as some of the drinks have been relocated this week and neither of us were on the teams that did it, so we had no clue where it was. Wonderful 'Lady' dramatically slapped her cell phone to her face to let us know she was SO IMPORTANT, said we were good for nothing but standing around and looking like 'mushfaces' and that she would just keep walking and find it herself.
Danger + Shouting = customer magnet
Found out yesterday that one of the gondolas in Housewares was not exactly where it should be. Solution: Remove heavy items from shelves, have ten guys each tie a rope to the legs, five on each side, place me and another coworker at each end to safety spot, and heave. Remod lead is shouting loud enough to be heard halfway across the store, giving the count, making sure everyone is on the same page before they pull, etc. It was 8:30 in the morning and no one was shopping in this department until the yelling and screaming and laughing started. Then they all showed up. Not to stare at the slight hilarity of what was going on; I could actually see the bizarre appeal in that. No, these people decided, at that very moment, when the entire unit was shaking and lighter peghook items were falling off of it, that they wanted to SHOP down that isle. And I got stinkeye from them because I asked them to please go around the isle, not down it, as we didn't want anything falling on them, and that we would be finished in just a few minutes. They still scooted this way and that, seeing if they would be able to navigate their way down the isle without one of us stopping them. Maybe they were hoping for a lawsuit . . .
Ex-sceeeeeeewwz me!
There were a half-dozen of us, at the very least, at any given time, in the new candy isle for most of today. Most of us had a shopping cart filled with product we were setting on the new modules, so the isle was extremely crowded. Thanks for being so polite, saying 'Excuse me' with cat-butt-face before you unceremoniously rammed your cart into our feet, legs, and hips.
Open for business
Ah, you're so sure of yourselves. But I assure you, we are not closing the store. We. Are. Not. Closing. The. Store. Why would the 'Mart spend millions of dollars buying all new shelving and fixtures, and hiring temp workers and outsourcing through day labor companies to shut down shop?
COFFEE? IS THAT YOU?!?!
"Excuse me. EXCUSE ME!!!! Do you work here??"
No, he doesn't. He just wears a tag that says "Store Manager", grubs around on the floor on his knees in dress clothes, stocking endcaps for shits and giggles. He was really very kind in response to your assumption that his name was 'Coffee???!?!?!' and responded in the best way he knew how, by pointing out the new coffee and tea module to you.
I'm honestly not sure if I should feel disheartened or relieved to discover that there are people who treat our manager like the same level of crap they do us.
Machine good. Cashier bad.
Since I used to work the front, I'm friends with a lot of the morning cashiers. Pretty much all of them have gotten at least one complaint about the removal of their precious self checkout lanes. (Good riddance!) One person even told a 10+ year employee "I hate dealing with you cashiers!" while going through her line. I guess I should just be thankful that I don't let so much hate fill me that I would actually walk up to a person and say something like that.
And thus comes the end of my more memorable moments this week . . .
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