Abbey
Spork Queen
...to do inventory at a large store. It is BORING and frustrating. Back room hollars each time I bring a pallet of overstock back...my little ear piece thingy is buzzing, "We need to pick up the pace." Pick up the pace? I'm glad they didn't say it to my face or I would have given them the stack of children's clothing I found 2/3 of the way across in the store in the Halloween candy. Wait...I'll toss in the condoms found in the energy drinks. Or, maybe I should send all the customers to you that ask for help finding something. I know customer support is #1f on your list of lofty goals. Jerk wad. See if I volunteer for you again.
Ok. I'm cranky. I can hardly wait for my all nighter on Thursday.
One funny thing happened. I was on a 15 minute break with some teen boy and he was going to go punch back in when he spilled a whole glass of water on his...well nether regions. I looked and nearly fell out of my chair laughing. He was red as a beet. He's looking down and says, "Oh, man! Why couldn't it fall on my leg? Not there! It looks like I took 10 pees!! I can't go out there like this! I'm going to get fired." While still hurting from laughter I told him to go punch in and just sit down until it dried. They are not going to fire you for not wanting to walk throughout the store looking like you peed your pants. I offered to go get him some pants out of the used box and he says, "Look at me! I'm a giant! Those things wouldn't cover my knee caps." He's a good 6'6". I watched STILL laughing as he's blowing on that area. I said...you know there is video in this room. He nearly died. At least there was some humor in the day.
I remember eons ago doing inventory at an old school plumbing warehouse. One screw, two screws, three screws endlessly. And, we didn't have the zappers that we have now. I should have learned my lesson then.
Abbey
Ok. I'm cranky. I can hardly wait for my all nighter on Thursday.
One funny thing happened. I was on a 15 minute break with some teen boy and he was going to go punch back in when he spilled a whole glass of water on his...well nether regions. I looked and nearly fell out of my chair laughing. He was red as a beet. He's looking down and says, "Oh, man! Why couldn't it fall on my leg? Not there! It looks like I took 10 pees!! I can't go out there like this! I'm going to get fired." While still hurting from laughter I told him to go punch in and just sit down until it dried. They are not going to fire you for not wanting to walk throughout the store looking like you peed your pants. I offered to go get him some pants out of the used box and he says, "Look at me! I'm a giant! Those things wouldn't cover my knee caps." He's a good 6'6". I watched STILL laughing as he's blowing on that area. I said...you know there is video in this room. He nearly died. At least there was some humor in the day.
I remember eons ago doing inventory at an old school plumbing warehouse. One screw, two screws, three screws endlessly. And, we didn't have the zappers that we have now. I should have learned my lesson then.
Abbey