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I think it's kinda fitting the thread for today shares a title with an apocalyptic, made-for-TV nuclear weapons movie.
We had about 9 people come in at 5 am for ad set, and had 2 hours to get it all done. We were the only store in the district not to run an overnight team for ad set. Surprisingly, we got done in time, except for a couple odds and ends and we had to make a few more signs. Still, store manager and corporate should be happy, but if they aren't I guess Christmas next year will be ruined by me having to work that night.
And we came in to a hell of a surprise. It's been raining and snowing on and off the past few days, and evidently a bunch of water leaked onto ceiling tiles above toys and sporting goods, and sometime between close Christmas Eve and us coming in today, the tiles gave way and the water went pouring onto the floor.
That roof is in such sad shape. It really needs to be fixed or replaced sometime.
And then right at 7, the hordes started marching on in, carryouts were big right away, so we had a hard time juggling those and autopull.
Then at lunchtime, as we were digging our containers of food out of the refrigerator, one of our lunch bags got caught on somebody's container of enchiladas and they (the enchiladas) fell out of the container onto the disgusting breakroom floor. So we cleaned up the mess as much as we could, left a note with a empty container, and hoped the owner of the enchiladas wouldn't come up on break while we were up there. No such luck. 
She was a little pissed at first, but we all shared portions of our lunches to make up for it, and she seemed to understand it was an accident.
Back from lunch, I was downloading autopulls with my scanner when some lady came up to me wanting a price check. I had to tell her my scanner was busy and I would try to find somebody else with a scanner to help her. Cue a ton of bitching and moaning because she'd been around the store twice and couldn't find anybody, and I was just trying to get out of helping her, and blah blah blah. Fortunately a co-worker with a scanner happened to be walking by so I borrow their scanner and give the lady her price check. But still--do you think I just say these things to be rid of you.
And finally, from the "There's so much in life top look forward to" file--somebody called the service desk and told them they were planning to return a couch and chair Sunday that they had purchased over Thanksgiving weekend, because they didn't like them. Translation: they bought the couch and chair so their holiday guests wouldn't have to sit on the floor, and now that Christmas is over and they've gotten their use out of them, they're going to take advantage of our liberal return policies and return them.
BTW, guess who's working 10:30 to 7 Sunday and will likely have to deal with this return?
We're going to have to mark both items defective, because for all we know somebody with lice or something could've sat on them, and if they just sit in backstock they'll get all dusty and dirty and nobody will want them anyway. All because some asshat confused us for a Rent-A-Center again.
Besides, Sunday afternoons and evenings are death anyway.
We had about 9 people come in at 5 am for ad set, and had 2 hours to get it all done. We were the only store in the district not to run an overnight team for ad set. Surprisingly, we got done in time, except for a couple odds and ends and we had to make a few more signs. Still, store manager and corporate should be happy, but if they aren't I guess Christmas next year will be ruined by me having to work that night.
And we came in to a hell of a surprise. It's been raining and snowing on and off the past few days, and evidently a bunch of water leaked onto ceiling tiles above toys and sporting goods, and sometime between close Christmas Eve and us coming in today, the tiles gave way and the water went pouring onto the floor.
That roof is in such sad shape. It really needs to be fixed or replaced sometime.
And then right at 7, the hordes started marching on in, carryouts were big right away, so we had a hard time juggling those and autopull.
Then at lunchtime, as we were digging our containers of food out of the refrigerator, one of our lunch bags got caught on somebody's container of enchiladas and they (the enchiladas) fell out of the container onto the disgusting breakroom floor.
So we cleaned up the mess as much as we could, left a note with a empty container, and hoped the owner of the enchiladas wouldn't come up on break while we were up there. No such luck. She was a little pissed at first, but we all shared portions of our lunches to make up for it, and she seemed to understand it was an accident.Back from lunch, I was downloading autopulls with my scanner when some lady came up to me wanting a price check. I had to tell her my scanner was busy and I would try to find somebody else with a scanner to help her. Cue a ton of bitching and moaning because she'd been around the store twice and couldn't find anybody, and I was just trying to get out of helping her, and blah blah blah. Fortunately a co-worker with a scanner happened to be walking by so I borrow their scanner and give the lady her price check. But still--do you think I just say these things to be rid of you.
And finally, from the "There's so much in life top look forward to" file--somebody called the service desk and told them they were planning to return a couch and chair Sunday that they had purchased over Thanksgiving weekend, because they didn't like them. Translation: they bought the couch and chair so their holiday guests wouldn't have to sit on the floor, and now that Christmas is over and they've gotten their use out of them, they're going to take advantage of our liberal return policies and return them.
BTW, guess who's working 10:30 to 7 Sunday and will likely have to deal with this return?
We're going to have to mark both items defective, because for all we know somebody with lice or something could've sat on them, and if they just sit in backstock they'll get all dusty and dirty and nobody will want them anyway. All because some asshat confused us for a Rent-A-Center again.Besides, Sunday afternoons and evenings are death anyway.
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