Supervisor is on vacation for the rest of the week, but trucks don't stop coming because she's gone...
Found out that the truck would be about 1150 cartons Monday so I was looking forward to an easy day today. Ha ha ha ha ha.
First, there were two manifests for this truck. Sometimes, for reasons such as the DC is staffed by brain-dead drunks, they'll close a manifest with the truck half loaded, and fill out the rest under a different manifest. The second manifest was for 650 cartons. So our 1150-piece easy truck turned into an 1800-piece monster.
And one of the truck guys called in sick last night. Had his wisdom teeth taken out and was zonked out on happy pills. So I'm not sure I can count on him showing up tomorrow when I work 11:30 to 8 unloading another truck.
And another truck person forgot he was working and showed up two hours late. I don't know if he made up his missed time or not. Result: trailer was half full of bulk and furniture needing to be put away.
Plus about half the truck was halloween and Christmas chotchkies. Have I told you I really really really really really really fucking hate Christmas chotchkie trucks? Especially the ornaments. Teeny tiny eentsy-weentsy little boxes of Christmas ornaments. And the DC doesn't have the brains or the consideration or the blood in their alcohol stream to consolidate the little boxes into repack totes or several little boxes, or the red-and-green-striped tote boxes they used to use for ornaments that we flattened and sent back when emptied. So that means all the little ornament boxes have to be taken off the truck by hand, and sent bouncing down the conveyor belt because they don't roll decent, and waiting an eternity for the other unloaders to get them off the belt because it hasn't yet dawned on them that it is humanly possible to take more than one box off the belt before making the trip over to the pallet. Seriously, I hate unloading Christmas shit with the fury of a million billion blazing suns.
And there were three shittily-stacked pallets of Christmas and three more of Halloween. Those just got shoved in the bulk area, which is very much against procedure and will delay the Halloween stuff from getting to the floor, but putting the stuff there was the store manager's call. He put a bigger priority on getting the trailer emptied.
So that means sometime we have to go back through all those pallets and locate everything on them on shelves when we have time. Which we won't, because supervisor left us a big list of other projects she wants us to do, and I doubt we'll gt those done either. So when she gets back to work on Sunday or Monday I'll get to see her flip out and accuse us of slacking off, because "shit happens" is not an acceptable excuse to her.
Yay. Not.
Found out that the truck would be about 1150 cartons Monday so I was looking forward to an easy day today. Ha ha ha ha ha.
First, there were two manifests for this truck. Sometimes, for reasons such as the DC is staffed by brain-dead drunks, they'll close a manifest with the truck half loaded, and fill out the rest under a different manifest. The second manifest was for 650 cartons. So our 1150-piece easy truck turned into an 1800-piece monster.
And one of the truck guys called in sick last night. Had his wisdom teeth taken out and was zonked out on happy pills. So I'm not sure I can count on him showing up tomorrow when I work 11:30 to 8 unloading another truck.
And another truck person forgot he was working and showed up two hours late. I don't know if he made up his missed time or not. Result: trailer was half full of bulk and furniture needing to be put away.
Plus about half the truck was halloween and Christmas chotchkies. Have I told you I really really really really really really fucking hate Christmas chotchkie trucks? Especially the ornaments. Teeny tiny eentsy-weentsy little boxes of Christmas ornaments. And the DC doesn't have the brains or the consideration or the blood in their alcohol stream to consolidate the little boxes into repack totes or several little boxes, or the red-and-green-striped tote boxes they used to use for ornaments that we flattened and sent back when emptied. So that means all the little ornament boxes have to be taken off the truck by hand, and sent bouncing down the conveyor belt because they don't roll decent, and waiting an eternity for the other unloaders to get them off the belt because it hasn't yet dawned on them that it is humanly possible to take more than one box off the belt before making the trip over to the pallet. Seriously, I hate unloading Christmas shit with the fury of a million billion blazing suns.
And there were three shittily-stacked pallets of Christmas and three more of Halloween. Those just got shoved in the bulk area, which is very much against procedure and will delay the Halloween stuff from getting to the floor, but putting the stuff there was the store manager's call. He put a bigger priority on getting the trailer emptied.
So that means sometime we have to go back through all those pallets and locate everything on them on shelves when we have time. Which we won't, because supervisor left us a big list of other projects she wants us to do, and I doubt we'll gt those done either. So when she gets back to work on Sunday or Monday I'll get to see her flip out and accuse us of slacking off, because "shit happens" is not an acceptable excuse to her.
Yay. Not.
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