I work at one of those "family-oriented" Hardware stores where the husbands go into the tools section and grunt to each other, and the housewives go to pick out an entirely new set of furnishing for their house or decide to repaint the house in polkadots using a single can of "Polka-dot Paint" that they insist the paint guy can and will mix for them lest they get it at some other identical store.
1) (Boring One) We have a compactor. It's one of the more interesting activities in the building, as the opportunity to crush things is obviously highly alluring to its workers. (I do happen to enjoy crushing boxes as well.) We recently had a large compactor jam, and everyone just kept the button held in the hopes that it'd crush things. I climbed into the compactor's "lobby" and began to punch at random boxes, when I saw the problem. Someone had shoved in a -very- long box, which basically acted as a cross-beam across the area above the actual compactor part. It was supporting all of the boxes. No boxes could reach the lower area to be compacted.
Know how your compactor works. All our compactor does is move boxes a bit to the left and then retract again to repeat. Nothing is really crushed; just shoved to the side a little.
2) The middle of the store is where we keep all of the furniture sets. In the summer, we'd get all manner of people coming in and just sitting down without a care in the world. There are some pretty awesome sets there, actually. There is everything from hammocks to an odd circular cushioned chair that faces every direction, that you'd see in a lobby of some fancy marble corporate office building. People would just come in and sit down. The paint guy, who has direct line of sight to these folks all day long, has definitely reported that a few of them have been there for many hours at a time without even getting up. There was this old man who walked in and sat down, and didn't move for (Seriously) eight hours. I think he got up once to visit the restroom. If even.
3) We have a small break room upstairs. Not much to it; a table, three chairs, a microwave, and a li'l fridge. Bland, really. There are glue traps in every corner. We have had mice up there, of course, because some people are messy. A few weeks ago, there was a pigeon in one of them. I have no idea how a pigeon got upstairs, much less into the building in the first place. Although technically the compactor is next to the stairs leading to the break room. The odd part is, the pigeon was on its side, legs sticking out opposite its head, not on the glue trap.
4) I think there is a ghost in the store. Someone keeps coming in and cleaning up one of the aisles in the middle of the night, but only one of them. Aisle 4, with all of the scented candles, ... people keep coming in and messing up the aisle beyond repair every night. I'm usually one of the last ones out of the building, as I like to help my awesome manager tidy up the front areas while he counts the change in the registers. We leave together, and I am in constant sight of aisle 4. When I get in there first thing in the morning with the manager, the aisle is entirely tidy, while every aisle adjacent to it looks exactly as it was the night before. Perhaps there are some odd magnetic forces at work that only scented candles can feel.
1) (Boring One) We have a compactor. It's one of the more interesting activities in the building, as the opportunity to crush things is obviously highly alluring to its workers. (I do happen to enjoy crushing boxes as well.) We recently had a large compactor jam, and everyone just kept the button held in the hopes that it'd crush things. I climbed into the compactor's "lobby" and began to punch at random boxes, when I saw the problem. Someone had shoved in a -very- long box, which basically acted as a cross-beam across the area above the actual compactor part. It was supporting all of the boxes. No boxes could reach the lower area to be compacted.
Know how your compactor works. All our compactor does is move boxes a bit to the left and then retract again to repeat. Nothing is really crushed; just shoved to the side a little.
2) The middle of the store is where we keep all of the furniture sets. In the summer, we'd get all manner of people coming in and just sitting down without a care in the world. There are some pretty awesome sets there, actually. There is everything from hammocks to an odd circular cushioned chair that faces every direction, that you'd see in a lobby of some fancy marble corporate office building. People would just come in and sit down. The paint guy, who has direct line of sight to these folks all day long, has definitely reported that a few of them have been there for many hours at a time without even getting up. There was this old man who walked in and sat down, and didn't move for (Seriously) eight hours. I think he got up once to visit the restroom. If even.
3) We have a small break room upstairs. Not much to it; a table, three chairs, a microwave, and a li'l fridge. Bland, really. There are glue traps in every corner. We have had mice up there, of course, because some people are messy. A few weeks ago, there was a pigeon in one of them. I have no idea how a pigeon got upstairs, much less into the building in the first place. Although technically the compactor is next to the stairs leading to the break room. The odd part is, the pigeon was on its side, legs sticking out opposite its head, not on the glue trap.
4) I think there is a ghost in the store. Someone keeps coming in and cleaning up one of the aisles in the middle of the night, but only one of them. Aisle 4, with all of the scented candles, ... people keep coming in and messing up the aisle beyond repair every night. I'm usually one of the last ones out of the building, as I like to help my awesome manager tidy up the front areas while he counts the change in the registers. We leave together, and I am in constant sight of aisle 4. When I get in there first thing in the morning with the manager, the aisle is entirely tidy, while every aisle adjacent to it looks exactly as it was the night before. Perhaps there are some odd magnetic forces at work that only scented candles can feel.
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