Thursday, October 6, 2011
This just in.... Mobile reports
Greetings from the dungeon of despair. I downloaded the mobile app today, so I can report from in the field of failure. Today has been typical, only one extreme assaholic. Even when your nice to some people they are just crappy. Although this guy who was up there in the meanness category actually admitted he was wrong and apologized! I guess he may be making steps to becoming a better person, the first step is supposed to be admitting your an ass.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Sharing Is Not Caring
My days at my big box bonanza have to be numbered! Things are just getting more bizarre and more retarded. Yesterday the closing manager who is a nice person, but lacks in motivation to do anything work related decided she was sick. So she left work early. Then another of my coworkers called in. This had the potential to be a horrifying evening, leaving one me to cover about half of the store. The poor guy who tried to call in was actually sick, but they made him come in because the other manager had left. He needed a box of Kleenex to make it through his shift and they wouldn't even let him go early. Talk about mean Corporate America, they would rather have you in misery on the clock spreading germs, than let you stay home so that you can return and be more productive.
Friday night I had to work at night again, my least favorite shift. And before I took a snickers break I decided to wash my hands. As I approached the restroom there was some strange yelling and a waft of unpleasant odor. Yes, it is a toilet and people do poop there. But this was a mix of flame broiled with Lysol and nasty. As, I turned the corner into the sink area I notice there was a rather drug influenced gentleman in the ladies room. He was on his cell phone and yelling at someone. His phone was plugged into the wall underneath the soap dispenser, which was dripping on the cord because in his adamant gestures he kept pulling the cord against the flipper that releases the soap. As he was talking he is flopping his Whopper around releasing bits of lettuce and chewing on a Twizzler in which its Twizzler friends were scattered on the floor and in the sinks. This guy was highly under the influence of a controlled substance, my guess crack. So I did a 180 and walked back out to find a co worker to help me confront his guy. One thing I am certain of is to not confront crack heads in confined quarters without the buddy system. When I found a friend to give me a hand he was like, "That's a guy in the ladies room! Sir you can't be in the ladies room". It took a minute for the guy to gather up his whopper and errant Twizzlers, and while he did he just set his phone in the soap pile. He picked it up and put the soapy thing in his pocket with the Twizzlers, and took off.
One more brief candy related story. Again during a snickers break (they happen daily), I had an encounter with a less than savory individual. As I walked outside the store to more car and I was snacking he asked me for a bite of my candy bar. This wasn't a little kid, or a homeless person. It was a certifiable pervert. Maybe my lesson should be to not have a snickers break. Maybe the big on chocolate not on fat three musketeers would be a better option.
Friday night I had to work at night again, my least favorite shift. And before I took a snickers break I decided to wash my hands. As I approached the restroom there was some strange yelling and a waft of unpleasant odor. Yes, it is a toilet and people do poop there. But this was a mix of flame broiled with Lysol and nasty. As, I turned the corner into the sink area I notice there was a rather drug influenced gentleman in the ladies room. He was on his cell phone and yelling at someone. His phone was plugged into the wall underneath the soap dispenser, which was dripping on the cord because in his adamant gestures he kept pulling the cord against the flipper that releases the soap. As he was talking he is flopping his Whopper around releasing bits of lettuce and chewing on a Twizzler in which its Twizzler friends were scattered on the floor and in the sinks. This guy was highly under the influence of a controlled substance, my guess crack. So I did a 180 and walked back out to find a co worker to help me confront his guy. One thing I am certain of is to not confront crack heads in confined quarters without the buddy system. When I found a friend to give me a hand he was like, "That's a guy in the ladies room! Sir you can't be in the ladies room". It took a minute for the guy to gather up his whopper and errant Twizzlers, and while he did he just set his phone in the soap pile. He picked it up and put the soapy thing in his pocket with the Twizzlers, and took off.
One more brief candy related story. Again during a snickers break (they happen daily), I had an encounter with a less than savory individual. As I walked outside the store to more car and I was snacking he asked me for a bite of my candy bar. This wasn't a little kid, or a homeless person. It was a certifiable pervert. Maybe my lesson should be to not have a snickers break. Maybe the big on chocolate not on fat three musketeers would be a better option.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Wacky Weekend
So usually I don't write about all the details of working, just the off the wall parts. So i thought I would just give you a slice of a typical day. Today was a very average day of ups and downs in the world of retail. I started a nice quiet Sunday morning picking up pots that were a strewn about the garden center, very typical. Then I was asked to mover some bird baths. This in itself is not terrible, the problem developed when I went to pick one up. Yep they were concrete with a total weight as assembled of 180 lbs. Naturally being a smart cookie I took them apart and created a 40lb piece and an 140 lb piece. Right off the bat I dropped one of the 40lb pieces, and in the juggling and rolling and tipping of the heavier part I managed to break two bases in half. They were so much easier to pick up and put in the garbage that way!
I spent most of the rest of the day assembling generators. Pretty fun stuff actually. Except when both of the other team members on the clock go on lunch at the same time, which happens to be at 12:30 when we are getting a rush. It makes me so happy to rush around the store like a crazy person trying to answer the phone, help people in person and make sure the front end gets the right numbers to check out people.
During the craziness, there was a really nice customer. She drove to our store from another store that was about a half hour away looking for a product that the other store told her we had. We didn't have it, and I looked everywhere, which I really rarely do for someone. She was so nice and polite and such a change from our stores typical clientle.
Sadly, immediately after I had a lady ask for help with mouse traps that are on rebate. She was the opposite of the nice lady. She grabbed this weeks ad from my hands, folded it to what she wanted and then threw it on the desk in front of me. At that point I was ready to make a break for the door, but I took her to the product, reassuring her that I was going to help her get the mouse traps. I took her right to the item, and put it in her cart, and she continued to be evil. As she complained about my coworkers intelligence I was expecting her head to begin spinning and pea soup to come out. As I left her I told her that I hope the full case of mouse traps that she was purchasing would be enough to handle her infestation, and that if needed we have rat traps.
The rest of my day was full of unremarkable people who were looking for bedbug spray, flag holders, car jacks and weed whackers. Yesterday I did have a woman call from a suburban store looking for a weed whacker that we have and another store was lacking. As I gave her directions to the hood, she asked if it was a safe neighborhood. After talking to this lady for way too longer with all her annoying questions, I didn't sugar coat it. I told her that someone was killed behind the store earlier this summer, but that was OK because he was shot by the police. I could just hear her face drop over the phone. Then she asked me " Why do you work there"? I answered that I need a job and that the checks don't bounce, but it made me think. Really why do I work there?
I spent most of the rest of the day assembling generators. Pretty fun stuff actually. Except when both of the other team members on the clock go on lunch at the same time, which happens to be at 12:30 when we are getting a rush. It makes me so happy to rush around the store like a crazy person trying to answer the phone, help people in person and make sure the front end gets the right numbers to check out people.
During the craziness, there was a really nice customer. She drove to our store from another store that was about a half hour away looking for a product that the other store told her we had. We didn't have it, and I looked everywhere, which I really rarely do for someone. She was so nice and polite and such a change from our stores typical clientle.
Sadly, immediately after I had a lady ask for help with mouse traps that are on rebate. She was the opposite of the nice lady. She grabbed this weeks ad from my hands, folded it to what she wanted and then threw it on the desk in front of me. At that point I was ready to make a break for the door, but I took her to the product, reassuring her that I was going to help her get the mouse traps. I took her right to the item, and put it in her cart, and she continued to be evil. As she complained about my coworkers intelligence I was expecting her head to begin spinning and pea soup to come out. As I left her I told her that I hope the full case of mouse traps that she was purchasing would be enough to handle her infestation, and that if needed we have rat traps.
The rest of my day was full of unremarkable people who were looking for bedbug spray, flag holders, car jacks and weed whackers. Yesterday I did have a woman call from a suburban store looking for a weed whacker that we have and another store was lacking. As I gave her directions to the hood, she asked if it was a safe neighborhood. After talking to this lady for way too longer with all her annoying questions, I didn't sugar coat it. I told her that someone was killed behind the store earlier this summer, but that was OK because he was shot by the police. I could just hear her face drop over the phone. Then she asked me " Why do you work there"? I answered that I need a job and that the checks don't bounce, but it made me think. Really why do I work there?
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