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Today...was not good.
I can haz hernia?
Came to the backroom this morning to find--one of our display sofas sitting on a cart in the backroom, marked defective for...some reason.
There were still boxed sofas of the same kind in back. My guess is Queen Shit Planogram Specialist, who fancies herself an ad hoc manager in charge of making the store look gooder. Or something. She's exactly the kind of person who shouldn't be allowed to have any power whatsoever because it goes straight to her head. She thinks she's management when she's just one of us, just a slob like one of us, a stranger on the bus. I apologize if that crappy song is stuck in your head now.
So she probably had some people take the sofa off the floor, but didn't think to have anybody unpack and put out a new one for display. That job fell to my co-worker in the backroom and myself.
Three minutes into the day and already I want to facestab somebody. >.<
Queen Shit (Probably) Strikes Again
There was a note left by somebody over the weekend. She took a call from somebody who lives a significant distance away from the store, who wanted to buy a couple pieces of bedroom furniture from us. They have been on clearance for a while and evidently weren't available at any clearance swamp stores near her; we're apparently the closest store that has this furniture.
She went to start the process of transferring the furniture to this other store, when somebody stepped in and stopped her, saying we do not transfer clearance to other stores.
This cannot possibly be right. I know we have had clearance merchandise transferred to our store. Further, we can't sell this shit, we have somebody in another town wanting to buy but isn't going to make the trip here to do it. Why not get rid of it and actually get something for it, even if the sale is credited to another store?
I suspect Planogram Specialist is the one who made this decision. It sounds like something she'd say.
Frustration ventage
WHY WHY WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY DOESN'T ANYBODY STRAIGHTEN UP THIS PIG STY?!
I had to do price changes today. I had even less luck finding things than I normally do. The store looks like a tornado went through and I ended up fudging at least half my price changes today.
This probably isn't good. We're expecting an important-ish store audit in the coming days and every part of the store is going under the microscope. Including price accuracy. I just hope they don't scan any items I fudged and find out the price on the tag doesn't match what the scanner says. >.<
More frustration ventage
WHY WHY WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY CAN'T ANYBODY COMMIT TO THE SHIT THEY BUY?
Because it's Monday, the first thing I did was count furniture and pull tags. Right after I got done with that, the service desk paged for a furniture return. Somebody returned a couple of end tables, unassembled, still in the box, because they "changed their mind." So I had to return them to the backroom and print out two new pull tags for them, so the tags on the floor match what we have in back. Remember, we have an audit coming, this WILL be checked.
About an hour after that, service desk pages for a furniture return again. This time it's a couple of hicks, in a noisy souped-up diesel pickup truck with straight pipes. It's a common thing around here for guys to jack up, soup up, or otherwise pimp their pickups with lights, noisy engine geegaws, and straight pipes. I guess it makes people think you have a penis or something.
Anyhow, they were returning a recliner because they decided they didn't want it any more. Actually, I suspect a flowmaster for the pickup came in and it was that or the recliner. So again I had to haul the recliner back and make a new pull tag.
Half an hour before I was supposed to leave, somebody else returned some bar stools for some reason. Guess who got to deal with those too?
I Suggest You Need More Help In The Gender Identification Department
As I was coming down from break and heading to the back again, some old guy started chasing me down hollering "Ma'am! Ma'am! Do you work here?"
In front of all the cashiers, the service desk, and the LP guy. >.<
I'm told I pretty much disemboweled him with my eyes.
I dunno. Maybe I oughta just get a sex change and put an end to this mistaken gender identification nonsense.
And lastly, thanks to a post on fratching, I now have the song "Just Wanna Play Video Games" by the Black Out Band stuck in my head. My brain is now tormented by the tuneless bleats of bratty pre-teens proclaiming they want to skip school and play Xbox. If anybody needs me, I'll be hitting myself in the head with an axe. Nighty-night.
I can haz hernia?
Came to the backroom this morning to find--one of our display sofas sitting on a cart in the backroom, marked defective for...some reason.
There were still boxed sofas of the same kind in back. My guess is Queen Shit Planogram Specialist, who fancies herself an ad hoc manager in charge of making the store look gooder. Or something. She's exactly the kind of person who shouldn't be allowed to have any power whatsoever because it goes straight to her head. She thinks she's management when she's just one of us, just a slob like one of us, a stranger on the bus. I apologize if that crappy song is stuck in your head now.
So she probably had some people take the sofa off the floor, but didn't think to have anybody unpack and put out a new one for display. That job fell to my co-worker in the backroom and myself.
Three minutes into the day and already I want to facestab somebody. >.<
Queen Shit (Probably) Strikes Again
There was a note left by somebody over the weekend. She took a call from somebody who lives a significant distance away from the store, who wanted to buy a couple pieces of bedroom furniture from us. They have been on clearance for a while and evidently weren't available at any clearance swamp stores near her; we're apparently the closest store that has this furniture.
She went to start the process of transferring the furniture to this other store, when somebody stepped in and stopped her, saying we do not transfer clearance to other stores.
This cannot possibly be right. I know we have had clearance merchandise transferred to our store. Further, we can't sell this shit, we have somebody in another town wanting to buy but isn't going to make the trip here to do it. Why not get rid of it and actually get something for it, even if the sale is credited to another store?
I suspect Planogram Specialist is the one who made this decision. It sounds like something she'd say.
Frustration ventage
WHY WHY WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY DOESN'T ANYBODY STRAIGHTEN UP THIS PIG STY?!
I had to do price changes today. I had even less luck finding things than I normally do. The store looks like a tornado went through and I ended up fudging at least half my price changes today.
This probably isn't good. We're expecting an important-ish store audit in the coming days and every part of the store is going under the microscope. Including price accuracy. I just hope they don't scan any items I fudged and find out the price on the tag doesn't match what the scanner says. >.<
More frustration ventage
WHY WHY WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY CAN'T ANYBODY COMMIT TO THE SHIT THEY BUY?
Because it's Monday, the first thing I did was count furniture and pull tags. Right after I got done with that, the service desk paged for a furniture return. Somebody returned a couple of end tables, unassembled, still in the box, because they "changed their mind." So I had to return them to the backroom and print out two new pull tags for them, so the tags on the floor match what we have in back. Remember, we have an audit coming, this WILL be checked.
About an hour after that, service desk pages for a furniture return again. This time it's a couple of hicks, in a noisy souped-up diesel pickup truck with straight pipes. It's a common thing around here for guys to jack up, soup up, or otherwise pimp their pickups with lights, noisy engine geegaws, and straight pipes. I guess it makes people think you have a penis or something.
Anyhow, they were returning a recliner because they decided they didn't want it any more. Actually, I suspect a flowmaster for the pickup came in and it was that or the recliner. So again I had to haul the recliner back and make a new pull tag.
Half an hour before I was supposed to leave, somebody else returned some bar stools for some reason. Guess who got to deal with those too?
I Suggest You Need More Help In The Gender Identification Department
As I was coming down from break and heading to the back again, some old guy started chasing me down hollering "Ma'am! Ma'am! Do you work here?"
In front of all the cashiers, the service desk, and the LP guy. >.<
I'm told I pretty much disemboweled him with my eyes.
I dunno. Maybe I oughta just get a sex change and put an end to this mistaken gender identification nonsense.
And lastly, thanks to a post on fratching, I now have the song "Just Wanna Play Video Games" by the Black Out Band stuck in my head. My brain is now tormented by the tuneless bleats of bratty pre-teens proclaiming they want to skip school and play Xbox. If anybody needs me, I'll be hitting myself in the head with an axe. Nighty-night.
Can I have the recepy?... pretty please....with sugar, sprinkles, whipped cream and a cherrie on top?
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