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Thursday, June 30, 2005


   Wednesdays . . . bah!
I am so fired . . . hehe. Not really, but still . . . . .

So yeah, I leave the house for a short closing shift last evening. Driving along the way, a little worried that I might not be making as good time as I should . . . . then WHAM! Traffic up the proverbial sphincter that is the bridge entrance. Eye on the clock, counting the minutes until it was too late, I hauled ass to work once I could . . . quick detour through the side streets, get to the last turn that'll eventually go straight to work and . . . . WHAM! Construction.

I was three minutes late. Not horrible in itself, but I haven't been late for many, many months. Kind of a shame, y'know? Well, I purposedly signed out three minutes late anyway, so who knows?

While working, I called my supervisor to ask what I needed to do. Seems the lightbulb section was getting re-planned, so I could pretty much work on that for my shift. And yeah, I got maybe three sections of shelves done before my shift ended, and I felt pretty good.

Went back to the office to put the shelf plan back in my supervisor's mailbox . . . and speak of the devil, there he is wearing his civilian clothes (just came to order something or something like that). It was then when we both realised I may have done something very bad . . .

So you see, these plans are basically photocopied blueprints of 4' sections of shelves that tell you how many facings of each product, where to put them, how many shelves to use, how many pegs . . .you know. Straight forward and simple . . . . . . what I DIDN'T know, though, was that it was planned in such a way that the shelves were numbered in order of which direction the customers would be coming . . . . .
Trying to explain this in detail will probably fail, so I'll just say it bluntly: I worked at the plan BACKWARDS from the way it was intended. This, if course, explained why the first section of shelf involved products that were all lined up on the extreme other end of the shelves. So yeah, 4 hours of wrecking work that had been done earlier in the day. Eep.

Don'cha just love Wednesdays? Hehe . . . ahhh . . . . . I need a shower . . .

[EDIT: Just so no one worries, I'm gonna throw in some extra dialog between the supervisor and I . . . so after I learn how the plan REALLY works, I'm all like, "Hmm, I guess I'm sticking around a little while longer." Then he's all like, "Nah, it's alright. I don't have to do anything tomorrow anyway." Still kinda sucks for him, but there are perks to having who I think might be the 3rd-youngest supervisor in the entire company (my buddy's 2nd-youngest, for the record).]


Random SomeGuy Trivia: Being an English Major, my "dream job" for the future would be Freelance Writer (like Panda!); I have a few "novel ideas" already floating around in my head as well. However, I have also been considering maybe enlisting in the Army Reserves as a part-timer after I graduate and stuff - something my policeman brother wholeheartedly supports and encourages. That latter bit is still slightly questionable, but it's definitely something I'm considering. In any case, the former occupation probably won't pay too well, so I'll probably also have to marry for money . . . . . . I'm kidding! Come on!

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