Random stories from today/yesterday...
I'm bleeding here!
FES S, having had a sudden emotional outburst yesterday, after being told she was responsible for: Inventorying the front end overstock; Updating the tower baskets; and, had to make sure the registers were up to 5S code (the events coordinator had a list of things that needed to be done) for DM's return on Thursday...
I saw the list, and realized a lot of it was easy peasy, three second fixes, and I was just standing around otherwise, so I started to dig in on the list, to keep S from crying again, and to have something to do.
While cleaning my register, I jammed my finger on a bit of the wall that was bent the wrong way, and started bleeding (with chemicals in hand, too...) So, I called S for help, and asked if we had bandages... she said, "Yes," and went to get some for me. Huzzah.
And of course, today, I did some other stuff that kept aggravating the wound...
I stabbed myself with a pre-made display for our floral center...
I scraped my finger over one of our baskets... (Yeah, I still don't know how I did that)
And, as part of my next story... I broke a glass shelf suddenly, luckily, I didn't get cut by it...
I was in pain more often than not today.
I did NOT break that shelf!
So, our custom floral items are displayed on a series of glass shelves. I had on my worklist today to clean them, so, I did, and got two shelves in, and was moving the displays off a shelf, when the shelf suddenly snapped in half and fell on the shelf below it. My hands were nowhere near the shelf when it happened. There was no way I could've broken it. Plus, as I found out later from the floral designer, they're tempered glass. I couldn't have broken it with anything short of a sledgehammer.
I'm sorry, you're calling Texas, not France
The last phone call I took as my drawer was being shut down was someone calling about "Creh-Pay" paper.
*blink, blink* "I'm sorry, what kind of paper?"
*louder* "Creh-pay paper!"
"I don't think I've ever heard of that..."
"Crep`e paper!"
So, you knew I wouldn't recognize your horrible pronunciation of "Crehp", and you feel like being superior to a craft store worker, so you can't call it "Cray Paper" like everyone else? Do you call it Tarzay, too?
"I'm sorry, we don't carry that."
I'm bleeding here!
FES S, having had a sudden emotional outburst yesterday, after being told she was responsible for: Inventorying the front end overstock; Updating the tower baskets; and, had to make sure the registers were up to 5S code (the events coordinator had a list of things that needed to be done) for DM's return on Thursday...
I saw the list, and realized a lot of it was easy peasy, three second fixes, and I was just standing around otherwise, so I started to dig in on the list, to keep S from crying again, and to have something to do.
While cleaning my register, I jammed my finger on a bit of the wall that was bent the wrong way, and started bleeding (with chemicals in hand, too...) So, I called S for help, and asked if we had bandages... she said, "Yes," and went to get some for me. Huzzah.
And of course, today, I did some other stuff that kept aggravating the wound...
I stabbed myself with a pre-made display for our floral center...
I scraped my finger over one of our baskets... (Yeah, I still don't know how I did that)
And, as part of my next story... I broke a glass shelf suddenly, luckily, I didn't get cut by it...
I was in pain more often than not today.
I did NOT break that shelf!
So, our custom floral items are displayed on a series of glass shelves. I had on my worklist today to clean them, so, I did, and got two shelves in, and was moving the displays off a shelf, when the shelf suddenly snapped in half and fell on the shelf below it. My hands were nowhere near the shelf when it happened. There was no way I could've broken it. Plus, as I found out later from the floral designer, they're tempered glass. I couldn't have broken it with anything short of a sledgehammer.
I'm sorry, you're calling Texas, not France
The last phone call I took as my drawer was being shut down was someone calling about "Creh-Pay" paper.
*blink, blink* "I'm sorry, what kind of paper?"
*louder* "Creh-pay paper!"
"I don't think I've ever heard of that..."
"Crep`e paper!"
So, you knew I wouldn't recognize your horrible pronunciation of "Crehp", and you feel like being superior to a craft store worker, so you can't call it "Cray Paper" like everyone else? Do you call it Tarzay, too?
"I'm sorry, we don't carry that."
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