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Well to be more precise, this is a mix of praising managers and general work chat.
Praising Managers:
As I've mentioned before, we have a rule at work that we are NOT to split transactions purely for the purpose of getting petrol vouchers. This includes when you buy <amount> of <product> and get extra petrol vouchers.
In the past, the rule has been enforced by the manager and the two assistant managers, but the other supervisors are all in between.
Tonight, we had a walkout when I refused to split transactions for a lady simply because we were that flat out and I could not afford to hold up my line. Management did not cave, but as a result of said walkout, from now on, the rule is flat and final and any supervisor caught allowing it to go ahead will get in trouble! (*)
Closing time antics:
This is a short rundown of the events that transpired after closing time.
Picture if you will, 2 of the supervisors counting the express lane drawers. the other 2 supervisors counting the larger lane drawers. Three of us running around doing whatever other jobs are available. This will set up the basis.
-One of the guys held a garbage bag up against his neck while he went to the bins to change the bin liner over. The bag billowed out, making him look like a fishman. The two girls counting the express lanes at that point started laughing. One was doubled over in laughing, which set me, the other guy and one of the supervisors counting the larger lane drawers into a fit of laughter over how funny she found the whole situation.
-As we had to run back and forth between the receiving area quite a bit, we'd encounter a few other staff from different departments. when I went to drop off some rubbish, I ran into one of the produce guys talking to the baler. What made it funny was that he sounded almost exactly like Gollum while doing it! I just stopped, almost dropped the load and went "What the FRELL (not the word I used)?" He started laughing.
-When I had to drop off a security load as well with the Fishman from earlier, I started making glub glub noises like a fish. Somehow we both started singing "Galumph went the little green frog" between the registers and the receiving area. (for the non-Aussies, it's from Play School, a kid's TV show, sorta similar to Romper Room)
-And finally, when I attempted to swing a bag of rubbish onto my back hobo-style, the bag broke. Given we were still in the wake of the Fishman moment, this just set everyone else off again.
So how was everyone else's night?
Praising Managers:
As I've mentioned before, we have a rule at work that we are NOT to split transactions purely for the purpose of getting petrol vouchers. This includes when you buy <amount> of <product> and get extra petrol vouchers.
In the past, the rule has been enforced by the manager and the two assistant managers, but the other supervisors are all in between.
Tonight, we had a walkout when I refused to split transactions for a lady simply because we were that flat out and I could not afford to hold up my line. Management did not cave, but as a result of said walkout, from now on, the rule is flat and final and any supervisor caught allowing it to go ahead will get in trouble! (*)
Closing time antics:
This is a short rundown of the events that transpired after closing time.
Picture if you will, 2 of the supervisors counting the express lane drawers. the other 2 supervisors counting the larger lane drawers. Three of us running around doing whatever other jobs are available. This will set up the basis.
-One of the guys held a garbage bag up against his neck while he went to the bins to change the bin liner over. The bag billowed out, making him look like a fishman. The two girls counting the express lanes at that point started laughing. One was doubled over in laughing, which set me, the other guy and one of the supervisors counting the larger lane drawers into a fit of laughter over how funny she found the whole situation.
-As we had to run back and forth between the receiving area quite a bit, we'd encounter a few other staff from different departments. when I went to drop off some rubbish, I ran into one of the produce guys talking to the baler. What made it funny was that he sounded almost exactly like Gollum while doing it! I just stopped, almost dropped the load and went "What the FRELL (not the word I used)?" He started laughing.
-When I had to drop off a security load as well with the Fishman from earlier, I started making glub glub noises like a fish. Somehow we both started singing "Galumph went the little green frog" between the registers and the receiving area. (for the non-Aussies, it's from Play School, a kid's TV show, sorta similar to Romper Room)
-And finally, when I attempted to swing a bag of rubbish onto my back hobo-style, the bag broke. Given we were still in the wake of the Fishman moment, this just set everyone else off again.
So how was everyone else's night?
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