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You know, it takes an inventory at work to remind me how much inventory is like amateur root canal surgery sans happy gas.
My job during inventory is to help pre-count the backroom and a few other things on the salesfloor the inventory flunkies won't be responsible for. Here were the headaches I encountered today:
Other than that, I guess everything went okay. Tomorrow we count the downstairs backstock.
Bonus:
After we finished counting for the day, we organized the paper products backstock so we can have an easier time counting it. As we were doing this, the receiving clerk walked by and told us "Those bikes need to go upstairs" (referring to a couple of bikes in the backroom needing repairs)
I said "Great. Take them upstairs then." At least it would give her something to do other than sitting on her ass in the receiving office and schmoozing with vendors. She doesn't even have to deal with vendors after 2 anymore and she's always scheduled until 3:30. I just love it when people assume we stock people can just do whatever projects they don't feel like doing. Not.
Son of Bonus:
We took our first break at 7:00 in the entrance vestibule. Outside was a guy waiting for the bus--drinking a can of beer. Now this is Wisconsin, and we are well known for our suds-guzzling, but most people don't start imbibing that early in the day. But then again, as they say "Beer isn't just for breakfast anymore."
Upon further inspection, the guy was drinking Coors Light. Which means he wasn't drinking beer. Barley hop grain juice instead.
My job during inventory is to help pre-count the backroom and a few other things on the salesfloor the inventory flunkies won't be responsible for. Here were the headaches I encountered today:
- Those lawn chairs that collapse into their own little bag for you to carry them in--Why, oh why does corporate order these things by the truckload when only 6 fit out on the shelf? I counted about 75 of them, but I'm sure I was off. The only way to count them was to take them all off the shelf, then put them back on the shelf, one by one. And I had to do this in near-total darkness due to the backroom lights in that area being out, and unable to be turned on until the store opened at 8.
- Scotch Tape--I counted almost 1,000 rolls of one kind of Scotch tape alone. That shit keeps coming in displayers or just big cases for back to school and Christmas and doesn't sell quite as fast as envisioned, so they all ended up in backstock. Again, for loose product the only way I could count it was to dump it all onto the floor and then return it to the box. I don't want to see another roll of Scotch tape entering my store for a long time. Yeah right, that'll happen.
- Those uber-cheap paper folders we sell for a nickel at BTS--had almost 2,000 of those. They were pre-counted before we started counting though, with the quantities written on the boxes.
- Flip flops--Due to softlines evidently not having to do jack shit at my store, we had to count softlines backstock too. The flip flops in question come in boxes, with several different sizes in a box, each size is a different SKU. When softlines backstocked the boxes, they didn't write the SKUs on the boxes as a help to us when we pull them--they just wrote a vague description, like "Black sequined flip flop" for example. To count these I had to take them out of the box, separate the different sizes, scan and count the different sizes individually, and then put them back in the box.
Other than that, I guess everything went okay. Tomorrow we count the downstairs backstock.
Bonus:
After we finished counting for the day, we organized the paper products backstock so we can have an easier time counting it. As we were doing this, the receiving clerk walked by and told us "Those bikes need to go upstairs" (referring to a couple of bikes in the backroom needing repairs)
I said "Great. Take them upstairs then." At least it would give her something to do other than sitting on her ass in the receiving office and schmoozing with vendors. She doesn't even have to deal with vendors after 2 anymore and she's always scheduled until 3:30. I just love it when people assume we stock people can just do whatever projects they don't feel like doing. Not.
Son of Bonus:
We took our first break at 7:00 in the entrance vestibule. Outside was a guy waiting for the bus--drinking a can of beer. Now this is Wisconsin, and we are well known for our suds-guzzling, but most people don't start imbibing that early in the day. But then again, as they say "Beer isn't just for breakfast anymore."
Upon further inspection, the guy was drinking Coors Light. Which means he wasn't drinking beer. Barley hop grain juice instead.
, and all because I had to use the restroom
1976-ish, Coors was marketed/delivered/sold refrigerated only, and was not yet available in WI. My aunt (near Wausau) desperately wanted to try it. She finally managed to finagle a friend into bringing her some (from I don't know where), and promptly declared that it tasted like "horse piss." Mind you, her normal beer was Pabst Blue Ribbon, which I think is pretty awful. What I really wondered at the time, though, was how she knew just what horse piss tasted like...
- Angelspit, '100%'
You bring the booze, I'll provide the nachos.
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