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1650-piece truck today and almost all of it was ours. 
I don't want to see another bottle of shampoo or bottle of vitamins come in for a long long time.
Moving right along because I can't think of a clever segue at the moment...
How To Win Enemies And Alienate People:
Bring two photo albums full of pictures from this African Safari/hunt you went on. Be sure to include photos of cute, cuddly animals such as monkeys, giraffes and zebras in various stages of bloody death and dismemberment.
When somebody asks you what the pictures are pictures of, offhandedly tell them "If you're not a hunter, you may not want to look at them."
I can respect that you're into big-game hunting and all that, but what possessed you to bring in all the gory pictures and leave them for all to see? Bet corporate HR gets a call or two about this.
How To Win Enemies And Alienate People, Part Deux:
When the carryout guy comes in and is assigned to help me backstock downstairs, call him up and ask him to do 5,817 piddly tasks you could do yourself, but don't want to.
Thus Irv gets no help with his backstock and must work himself almost to a Jawn Henry-ish death trying to get everything put away.
She does this with all the carryout people--except me, because I'll tell her to go screw if I have other things I need to do first. Politely, of course.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No.
The planogram specialist (aka the Queen Bitch of the Swamp, because our manager is her BFF) came up with an idea for handling overfill on the shelves: Put it in shopping carts and push them to the backroom for the morning crew to put away!
Along with the returns that the salesfloor doesn't feel like putting away and sends to the backroom to be passed off as pulls.
When we heard about this, we told out manager in no uncertain terms that we would not be backstocking overfill in addition to our regular duties. Not when we're not the ones causing it.
Owies. I Hurt.
While I was backstocking like a madman, I got a call from the service desk. Some person (let's just reach deep into our Bag of Insults and call them a "felching moron") drove the motorized shopping cart out of the store, through the strip mall, and into Sally Beauty Supply at the far end of the mall.
Where it then died and was abandoned, and the good people at Sally called us to come pick it up.
So I had to drag the fucking thing through Sally's tiny, narrow aisles, out into the mall, through the mall, and back into the store to be charged up again. I had to stop 3 times to catch my breath. That thing is a bitch to push when it's dead because its wheels lock up.
I told my supervisor about this because she had been looking for me, and she said "That could only happen to you." Sadly she's right.
Bet the person who did this didn't even need the motorized cart in the first place. The people who legitimately need it are always good about leaving it in the store, having their other mobility aids ready, and plugging the cart back in to be charged, I've found. They just understand that there's other people like them who need it working too.
I don't want to see another bottle of shampoo or bottle of vitamins come in for a long long time.Moving right along because I can't think of a clever segue at the moment...
How To Win Enemies And Alienate People:
Bring two photo albums full of pictures from this African Safari/hunt you went on. Be sure to include photos of cute, cuddly animals such as monkeys, giraffes and zebras in various stages of bloody death and dismemberment.
When somebody asks you what the pictures are pictures of, offhandedly tell them "If you're not a hunter, you may not want to look at them."
I can respect that you're into big-game hunting and all that, but what possessed you to bring in all the gory pictures and leave them for all to see? Bet corporate HR gets a call or two about this.
How To Win Enemies And Alienate People, Part Deux:
When the carryout guy comes in and is assigned to help me backstock downstairs, call him up and ask him to do 5,817 piddly tasks you could do yourself, but don't want to.
Thus Irv gets no help with his backstock and must work himself almost to a Jawn Henry-ish death trying to get everything put away.
She does this with all the carryout people--except me, because I'll tell her to go screw if I have other things I need to do first. Politely, of course.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No.
The planogram specialist (aka the Queen Bitch of the Swamp, because our manager is her BFF) came up with an idea for handling overfill on the shelves: Put it in shopping carts and push them to the backroom for the morning crew to put away!
Along with the returns that the salesfloor doesn't feel like putting away and sends to the backroom to be passed off as pulls.
When we heard about this, we told out manager in no uncertain terms that we would not be backstocking overfill in addition to our regular duties. Not when we're not the ones causing it.
Owies. I Hurt.
While I was backstocking like a madman, I got a call from the service desk. Some person (let's just reach deep into our Bag of Insults and call them a "felching moron") drove the motorized shopping cart out of the store, through the strip mall, and into Sally Beauty Supply at the far end of the mall.
Where it then died and was abandoned, and the good people at Sally called us to come pick it up.
So I had to drag the fucking thing through Sally's tiny, narrow aisles, out into the mall, through the mall, and back into the store to be charged up again. I had to stop 3 times to catch my breath. That thing is a bitch to push when it's dead because its wheels lock up.
I told my supervisor about this because she had been looking for me, and she said "That could only happen to you." Sadly she's right.
Bet the person who did this didn't even need the motorized cart in the first place. The people who legitimately need it are always good about leaving it in the store, having their other mobility aids ready, and plugging the cart back in to be charged, I've found. They just understand that there's other people like them who need it working too.
I told her that our store would prefer she didn't, because it's a safety hazard and downright dangerous. Cars can't see you, after all. The woman she was with snapped at me "Well it should have headlights then!" I really wanted to tell her it should have an emergency cutoff that prevents carts from leaving, so people would stop taking the damn things outside, having them get run over, crashed into and rained on. Instead I just smiled and went back to bagging.
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