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A pox on holiday weekends!
I hate three-day holiday weekends, because here's what inevitably happens during them:
So here's what happened during this particular Weekend of a Thousand Deaths:
Saturday:
My job was to bring down all the lawn and garden/patio/spring decor stuff from the backroom and force as much of it out to the salesfloor as I could. This meant rearranging aisles and endstands in seasonal to make it all fit. I barely even got this done during my 8-hour shift because I was also responsible for carryouts, which there turned out to be a lot of, and nobody would help me.
My note for that day said I should have time left to do some autopull or deep request housewares. I got around to doing neither of those.
Sunday:
The ad flier in the paper was puny, so we figured ad set would be a breeze. Ha ha ha. I ought to know better than to gauge the workload by how big the ad flier is. Turned out corporate decided to break 7 different ads on Sunday--the weekly ad, bonus buys, a bunch of unadvertised shit, and some other month-long ad on some other items, plus some other stuff. It took us over four hours to get all the signs put up, and that was before we discovered all our signs for seasonal were gone. They all had to be re-printed and put up later.
When that was done we had to do the morning autopulls, which were huge because I didn't get to do any autopull the night before, and by the time we had everything pulled and filled it was time to go home. We didn't even get to take our last break, and we still felt we had accomplished nothing.
Today:
I came in at 7 to do my weekly furniture audit. Somebody else was schedlued to come in at the same time to do autopull. He did a NCNS. So I had to do autopull after I finished furniture. Again, the morning autopulls were huge. We did have somebody working last night who was supposed to be requesting and pulling, but he probably fiddle-farted around all day and night and didn't even do that.
Also, there was only one floor person until 4:30, so every time she wanted to take a break, I had to cover the floor and listen for calls, call boxes and carryouts, in addition to whatever I was doing.
Somebody else was scheduled to come in at 11:00 for carryouts. I called the manager on duty and told her to have the carryout guy start autopull when he came in, so me and him could get it knocked out before I left at 12:45. She said that was fine.
11:00 comes and goes and the carryout guy is nowhere to be found. At 11:30 I had the MOD call him. She did, and told me she got his voicemail. Fuck me delicately with a weed whacker, I guess the carryout guy is going to do a NCNS too.
And then the older couple complaining about a patio set. They said the color of the beige chairs didn't exactly match the color of the beige table. The difference in color was a shade or two, if that. It's a damn good thing they weren't looking for blue tables and chairs. Otherwise I might have had to strangle the wife (who was doing all the complaining) until her husband told me her face was now the color of blue they had in mind for their table and chairs.
And lastly the fuckhorn who bought a three-piece folding patio set, pulled his dinky little Mazda 323 up to the pharmacy doors instead of the main entrance, and then laid on his horn to summon me when he saw I was still waiting at the main entrance for somebody to pull up. Geez, do these people not understand simple directions? Like when we tell them to wait at the main entrance, we mean the place under the canopy with all the doors where people are going in and out?
I am so demanding a three-day weekend off when the 4th of July rolls around. It falls on my weekend off (hopefully).
- Everybody requests time off during the holiday weekend
- Some of the time-off requests have to be denied, because we will be open
- Corporate figures we won't be very busy and management schedules the bare minimum of people they think we can get away with
- Some of the people who had their time off requests refused get pissed off and either call in sick or do NCNSs. They are not replaced.
- We turn out to be busier than anticipated, and everybody who did show up has to run around like headless chickens.
So here's what happened during this particular Weekend of a Thousand Deaths:
Saturday:
My job was to bring down all the lawn and garden/patio/spring decor stuff from the backroom and force as much of it out to the salesfloor as I could. This meant rearranging aisles and endstands in seasonal to make it all fit. I barely even got this done during my 8-hour shift because I was also responsible for carryouts, which there turned out to be a lot of, and nobody would help me.
My note for that day said I should have time left to do some autopull or deep request housewares. I got around to doing neither of those.
Sunday:
The ad flier in the paper was puny, so we figured ad set would be a breeze. Ha ha ha. I ought to know better than to gauge the workload by how big the ad flier is. Turned out corporate decided to break 7 different ads on Sunday--the weekly ad, bonus buys, a bunch of unadvertised shit, and some other month-long ad on some other items, plus some other stuff. It took us over four hours to get all the signs put up, and that was before we discovered all our signs for seasonal were gone. They all had to be re-printed and put up later.
When that was done we had to do the morning autopulls, which were huge because I didn't get to do any autopull the night before, and by the time we had everything pulled and filled it was time to go home. We didn't even get to take our last break, and we still felt we had accomplished nothing.
Today:
I came in at 7 to do my weekly furniture audit. Somebody else was schedlued to come in at the same time to do autopull. He did a NCNS. So I had to do autopull after I finished furniture. Again, the morning autopulls were huge. We did have somebody working last night who was supposed to be requesting and pulling, but he probably fiddle-farted around all day and night and didn't even do that.
Also, there was only one floor person until 4:30, so every time she wanted to take a break, I had to cover the floor and listen for calls, call boxes and carryouts, in addition to whatever I was doing.
Somebody else was scheduled to come in at 11:00 for carryouts. I called the manager on duty and told her to have the carryout guy start autopull when he came in, so me and him could get it knocked out before I left at 12:45. She said that was fine.
11:00 comes and goes and the carryout guy is nowhere to be found. At 11:30 I had the MOD call him. She did, and told me she got his voicemail. Fuck me delicately with a weed whacker, I guess the carryout guy is going to do a NCNS too.
And then the older couple complaining about a patio set. They said the color of the beige chairs didn't exactly match the color of the beige table. The difference in color was a shade or two, if that. It's a damn good thing they weren't looking for blue tables and chairs. Otherwise I might have had to strangle the wife (who was doing all the complaining) until her husband told me her face was now the color of blue they had in mind for their table and chairs.
And lastly the fuckhorn who bought a three-piece folding patio set, pulled his dinky little Mazda 323 up to the pharmacy doors instead of the main entrance, and then laid on his horn to summon me when he saw I was still waiting at the main entrance for somebody to pull up. Geez, do these people not understand simple directions? Like when we tell them to wait at the main entrance, we mean the place under the canopy with all the doors where people are going in and out?
I am so demanding a three-day weekend off when the 4th of July rolls around. It falls on my weekend off (hopefully).
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