Oh wait...I already did.
Take A Letter Maria
To the Hosebag Who Bitched Me Out Because We Had Valentines Day Products On The Shelves, The Very Nerve:
This is because Christmas is only 4 days away, we have fuck-all left for Christmas stuff left to sell, and we can't just leave the shelves go empty to spare you the pain and mental anguish of looking at hearts and cupids and love things that you probably have no use for anyway.
What's that, you say? I should get coal in my stocking this Christmas? Well then, I hope you get Slim Fast, whitening strips and Jillian Michaels DVDs in yours. Be gone.
Take Another Letter Maria:
To The Crotchety Old Geezer Complaining To Me Because Our Store Is Too Big And You Can't Find Anything You Poor Old Skinbag:
Our sherpas are on vacation. Your only other choices for dish towels in this town are Walmart, which is even larger and more confusing that we are, and Kohls which is probably outside of your price range anyway.
I offered to walk you over to the dish towels and you snapped at me and turned on your heel and walked away. Merry Christmas to you too. I hope you find an elf impaled on your white picket fence.
Grab a Coffee Maria; I've Got This:
To My Co-workers, Particularly The Useless Meat Byproducts I Call Seasonal Help:
Each and every day you remind me why homicide should not only be legal in some cases but also justified.
I had a big list of projects to get to today, most of them involving shoving as many toys, electronics, and appliances as possible out to the salesfloor because people are mindlessly throwing their money at the first shiny object they see so they can cross another name off their gift-giving lists. I did not get to them, because of the 550 SKUs in autopull, the three flatbeds and shopping carts filled with stuff pulled last night and not filled, and the two carts of returns shoved in the backroom instead of reshelved last night.
All of which I had to do All By Myself. In addition to carryouts and carts, because nobody else felt like doing them today.
Once again, as I have pretty much since the minute I got back here in time for Thanksgiving and Black Friday, I find myself wishing you'd be run over by a reindeer. Or a speeding bus.
Two more days, two more days.....I'm not going to make it.
Take A Letter Maria
To the Hosebag Who Bitched Me Out Because We Had Valentines Day Products On The Shelves, The Very Nerve:
This is because Christmas is only 4 days away, we have fuck-all left for Christmas stuff left to sell, and we can't just leave the shelves go empty to spare you the pain and mental anguish of looking at hearts and cupids and love things that you probably have no use for anyway.
What's that, you say? I should get coal in my stocking this Christmas? Well then, I hope you get Slim Fast, whitening strips and Jillian Michaels DVDs in yours. Be gone.
Take Another Letter Maria:
To The Crotchety Old Geezer Complaining To Me Because Our Store Is Too Big And You Can't Find Anything You Poor Old Skinbag:
Our sherpas are on vacation. Your only other choices for dish towels in this town are Walmart, which is even larger and more confusing that we are, and Kohls which is probably outside of your price range anyway.
I offered to walk you over to the dish towels and you snapped at me and turned on your heel and walked away. Merry Christmas to you too. I hope you find an elf impaled on your white picket fence.
Grab a Coffee Maria; I've Got This:
To My Co-workers, Particularly The Useless Meat Byproducts I Call Seasonal Help:
Each and every day you remind me why homicide should not only be legal in some cases but also justified.
I had a big list of projects to get to today, most of them involving shoving as many toys, electronics, and appliances as possible out to the salesfloor because people are mindlessly throwing their money at the first shiny object they see so they can cross another name off their gift-giving lists. I did not get to them, because of the 550 SKUs in autopull, the three flatbeds and shopping carts filled with stuff pulled last night and not filled, and the two carts of returns shoved in the backroom instead of reshelved last night.
All of which I had to do All By Myself. In addition to carryouts and carts, because nobody else felt like doing them today.
Once again, as I have pretty much since the minute I got back here in time for Thanksgiving and Black Friday, I find myself wishing you'd be run over by a reindeer. Or a speeding bus.
Two more days, two more days.....I'm not going to make it.
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