I had a customer yesterday try to drive their cart through me and they were even looking my direction when they did it and after they realized they hit something they glanced back at me and then when they saw it was just an employee they shrugged it off and didn't say sorry or anything. This, of course, intensified all my emotions regarding people sticking their arms in front of my face without any warning.
One in particular was the woman who lurked behind me as if I had eyes in the back of my head and could somehow see her back there. She watched as I faced the sour cream. Then as I was about done she reached in and took the wrong one. Before she could even retract her hand I had reached out and fixed what she had purposefully messed up.
It's the first of the month and thus insanely busy because people can't understand that their food stamps and other government aid lasts the entire month and therefore there is no need to make a mad rush on the yogurt in order to stock up for the entire month. Trust me, in a week or two there will still be yogurt on the shelf and it *gasp* might even be on sale. Lord knows how these people make it a whole month on four gallons of milk that all expire within ten days of the purchase date at absolute best. Maybe they freeze it. One would think that running a huge freezer all the time would be more costly than simply stopping by the store on your way home from work/church/the park/post office/what-have-you when you run out of milk at home.
And with Dustin on vacation dairy is sadly far behind. So Bret decided to yell at me to make sure I got the dairy backstock review done. Howard has got to know they're all fake. No one has time to take inventory 4 times a week.
And then Anita was snide with me today and went, "Is he going to break down the load today finally?" Well, you know, you could go back there and break it down yourself if you're so antsy about it. You have customers too, yeah I know, well my product's on the load not being worked either. It's not my fault they gave me a worthless bagger who spent 4 hours working a wheeler that should have taken him 20-30 minutes at most. 45 minutes if a fat woman parked her cart in front of the section he needed to work and then took forever to decide flavors. Anyway, when my night guy tonight got the worst wheeler in the store to put her new milk freight on I said nothing to him. Fine, she can be snide about her milk not magically being put on wheelers for her even though she knows it's first of the month and I don't have a night person, and she can push this heavy, bad wheeler around. Won't happen though, I know she probably left it for Tim thinking, "Well I don't have TIME anymore!" I like Anita, but sometimes she's annoying.
You know what makes me giggle every time? When customers are nearby and talk amongst each other. "Well I guess they don't carry this kind! *HINT HINT*" or "I wonder where this is!!!" Guess what? I don't care. Be passive aggressive all you want, I'm not offering help to anyone with that kind of attitude. Maybe if you had said in a polite voice, "Excuse me, but do you work this department or do you know anyone who would know about a product in this department?" Oh, and know what you're asking, btw. I'm a busy person and I really don't want you to go, "Well, you see, uh, it's, um, well, what I want to know and, ah..." Just get it out. And don't tell me your life story. "My mother has this wonderful recipe she uses all the time for when she has special guests and I'm having friends over tomorrow, well they're my husband's friends, really, but anyway, I thought I'd give them a special meal but I just can not find this one ingredient that I really need to make the dish just complete enough to satisfy the hunger of important guests like that." Whatever, just tell me what you want. (made that sentence up, btw, as an example, cause I can't remember off-hand any real sentences such as that that I have heard, they tend to blend together into a monotonous inner-dialogue of, "I don't care I have stuff to do I'm going to have to stay overtime now, thanks, and I'm starving too can't wait to get home and get something to eat... if I get to go home today..."
We have half gallons on the top shelf and then gallons on the next four. Howard had wanted us to move the half gallons down two shelves to give them better sales. Cause he apparently (1) doesn't look at our sales to know half gallons are doing just fine and (2) has no grasp on rotation and customer routines. If I put gallons on the top shelf it would kill rotation and we would constantly have out of dates on the top shelf. Not only that but the strain of constantly lifting gallons to the top shelf and climbing up there to get them back down for rotation purposes would ultimately make everyone who is consistently in dairy wind up with shoulder stress injuries, possibly back injuries. Because you know there are those who would purposefully take from the top shelf in order to harm us. Why not? There are people who take from the very bottom shelf while knowing full well that we actually have to hurt every part of our bodies to fill the bottom shelf. In order to fill the bottom shelf with gallons I have to lift a full crate of milk down from the top of a stack (which is sometimes 6-7 high) and then put it on the floor, which strains my arms, shoulders, wrists, back, and knees. Then I have to kneel, which hurts my knees. Then I have to bend over, which sometimes makes me dizzy if I'm a bit dehydrated, which leads to a headache.
Why the sudden interest in cottage cheese, btw? I sold out. o_0
And in Tampico, that one's odd. I'm out and will be out all weekend and probably until Wednesday.
I hate when people come in and buy large quantities of things in the evening. Someone did that with something (which I can not remember what it was now, but they bought seven of them at one time when my weekly average is three) on Wednesday evening. So, naturally, my order was already out. I did the order today for Monday. Which means the absolute soonest we can have that product back in stock is Thursday afternoon (due to them sticking me with the same useless bagger they gave me for last night's shift).
They gave me Jody, one of the CSMs, for tonight. He is awesome, omg! I want him to be the new night dairy person! He worked an entire pallet of freight in two hours. And I felt absolutely comfortable working in silence around him in the cooler. Generally I feel awkward and self conscious. I have no worries about what I'll walk into tomorrow. He saved me today, he really did.
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