Saturday, October 16, 2004

Good times. :3
I'm having a good day. Something makes you realise you're getting older when going grocery shopping and 'splurging' on freakin cookies makes your day great. But who the hell doesn't love cookies?

Crazy fuckin boneheads, thats who. Non liking.. cookie boneheads.

Last night was an absolutely insane shift. I had a run-in with a customer (as well as all of the Paper Chemical Department) after the store wasn't stocked at opening.

Okay, first I'll lay out the situation:

I am in foods. Soup. I've said this before, remember? Soup bitch. Forevah!

Anyway. Moving on. All seems well, so we start to pull off skids to the front for features. I am completely ill witted about what time it is. Then, BAM, over the speakers:

'The store's gonna open in ten minutes, guys. Why haven't you packed up yet?'

Ten minutes? The hell I'm gonna be done stacking these hundred plus cases of pudding in ten minutes. Especially since said cases need to be opened, right?

Somehow, I manage it in fifteen. I really don't know how, but there was much cursing involved, let me tell you. A cashier said I should mind my mouth. I wasn't wearing a nametag so I told her to mind my foot up her ass.

I can happily say she was far less cheerful then.

I love being on nights.

Anyway. Again. We take it all off the floor. Yes, everything is well. (granted I knocked over some cheerio skid in the back after that. More cursing happened then, but the cardboard guy thought it was funny, so he didn't tell me to mind anything.)

Wrong! Not well! Not well at all! Because apparantly, the chemical isle is *not done yet.*

Isles are supposed to be done at seven; the store opens at eight. It is now 8:15. The managers are freaking out. Chaos is the backroom. The stupid fuckin daycrew is milling around all over the place. They are in our way. Constantly. They don't move. They're slow as hell, and they refuse to yield to a 5'4 girl yelling while carting a power jack.

Now, being completely panicked, I knock over some fruitsnacks. Lots of em.

Carboard guy helps me again.

Now it's 8:25.

(You may be laughing cause I keep knocking things down. To be honest, this is commonplace for me. I'm a complete klutz. Usually, though, I knock less things over when I'm not stressed out. I was angry, stressed, and swearing A LOT.)

We got to chemical. Boxes are EVERYWHERE. There are six people in there including me. Cardboard, boxcutters, and plastic wrap is everywhere.

A woman complains that she needs her Tide now. Apparantly her life is not complete without bothering people who really would honestly be elsewhere. Like off work. As we're supposed to be. At seven am.

Anyway. We're not really great at customer service. First we pretended she wasn't there, but then she insisted. Some bonehead tried to come down the other end with a shopping cart. Someone swore at them. I think it was Richard.

I asked which one she wanted. But she wanted to get it herself. Someone else told her to come back later. She was mad when she left, but we finished after that.

Oh yeah, I almost ran some old guy down with a skid of bacon that was left out in the cooler isle too.

That was bad. I felt horrible. At least I didn't knock him (or anything else) over.

.. oh. On my final note.

The next time you're shopping and you know, you pick up something..

Then you wander down some isle, fuck up the display there, or knock something down.. and drop this particular item you no longer want there..

remember that you're pissing off some really antisocial person who works every fricken night. I swear to god, any more soap or friggen candy or whatever in my isle, and there's gonna be rampagin. Good and.

:) I'm in a good mood. Sometimes complaining about work entertains me though. I don't know why.

^_^

-Rayne
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