Thursday night at work was fun.
First, I'm closing with CW "Candy", whom I do not care for. She's weird, flaky, disappears at times, and she seems to have a crush on me (though that ended Saturday when she and I got into an argument)
Anyway, she and I were supposed to switch some stock near the door, clean up the concrete aisle, and of course all other closing duties.
We were bringing down everything from top stock first so we could deal with it all at once. This however was taking a while due to customer interruptions.
Candy had to take the forkilft to help load a customer's order, I was left on the floor to help customers.
A very nice lady needed some boards cut, in the middle of cutting this my pants ripped down the back, exposing my lucky rocket ship underpants to the world.
The lady was nice about it, but she was uncomfortable. She wandered off and told me she'd come back to get her stuff.
Candy calls. She's stuck at the other end of the store, needs a spotter, can I come get her? Well no, I'm helping a customer.
Candy proceeds to call me again 2 minutes later "hello dear, it's your wifey, are you coming yet" is what she says to me. (WTF?) No, I'm not I'm still helping a customer.
I go back to cutting, my tape measure slips off the board, when I grabbed it I got a very nice cut in my finger, and it's bleeding heavily.
So I put my gloves on (I wish I had them on before this) and finish cutting.
Then I notice I had bled on a board, so I had to replace it.
I start to head down to get Candy, she's found a spotter. Woo hoo, I don't have to walk the distance of the store with my ass hanging out.
New customer needs help. I help him pick his plywood, now he needs it cut, of course he does.
Candy's back, telling me she's going to "divorce me" if I leave her like that again. Then she sees my pants.
She laughs, I laugh, the customer laughs.
I tell her I'm going to go to the locker room and tie a sweatshirt around my waist. She thinks this is a good idea, but first, she's taking a break, and basically runs away!
So I get to help another customer with my ripped pants dangling.
I finally finish, I abandon the sales floor and take the back way (through the fire exits) to the locker room.
Epilogue:
I tell/show zone manager what happened with my pants and the customers. He laughs and says if they complain he'll "gladly take that call and stick up for me".
On Saturday I tell my department manager about her leaving me alone, he agrees that she's a flake, and not a good worker.
First, I'm closing with CW "Candy", whom I do not care for. She's weird, flaky, disappears at times, and she seems to have a crush on me (though that ended Saturday when she and I got into an argument)
Anyway, she and I were supposed to switch some stock near the door, clean up the concrete aisle, and of course all other closing duties.
We were bringing down everything from top stock first so we could deal with it all at once. This however was taking a while due to customer interruptions.
Candy had to take the forkilft to help load a customer's order, I was left on the floor to help customers.
A very nice lady needed some boards cut, in the middle of cutting this my pants ripped down the back, exposing my lucky rocket ship underpants to the world.
The lady was nice about it, but she was uncomfortable. She wandered off and told me she'd come back to get her stuff.
Candy calls. She's stuck at the other end of the store, needs a spotter, can I come get her? Well no, I'm helping a customer.
Candy proceeds to call me again 2 minutes later "hello dear, it's your wifey, are you coming yet" is what she says to me. (WTF?) No, I'm not I'm still helping a customer.
I go back to cutting, my tape measure slips off the board, when I grabbed it I got a very nice cut in my finger, and it's bleeding heavily.
So I put my gloves on (I wish I had them on before this) and finish cutting.
Then I notice I had bled on a board, so I had to replace it.
I start to head down to get Candy, she's found a spotter. Woo hoo, I don't have to walk the distance of the store with my ass hanging out.
New customer needs help. I help him pick his plywood, now he needs it cut, of course he does.
Candy's back, telling me she's going to "divorce me" if I leave her like that again. Then she sees my pants.
She laughs, I laugh, the customer laughs.
I tell her I'm going to go to the locker room and tie a sweatshirt around my waist. She thinks this is a good idea, but first, she's taking a break, and basically runs away!
So I get to help another customer with my ripped pants dangling.
I finally finish, I abandon the sales floor and take the back way (through the fire exits) to the locker room.
Epilogue:
I tell/show zone manager what happened with my pants and the customers. He laughs and says if they complain he'll "gladly take that call and stick up for me".
On Saturday I tell my department manager about her leaving me alone, he agrees that she's a flake, and not a good worker.
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