They'd get over it eventually. Ours bitched and moaned for the first few weeks but started falling in line when it didn't do any good. They don't really have a choice if they want to sell their stuff.
I love Mondays: there's always a surprise waiting for me!
Here's my desk! It somewhere behind the stacker but before you reach the pile of salvage.
Here's the compactor! I'm pretty sure it isn't full but it sure looks like it because apparently nobody thought about crushing it this weekend so now something's stuck inside that mess and it won't go down. So the STL had me call for an early pickup because if there's one thing this store loves it's pissing money away instead of preventative measures.
And here's the line. It's pretty much full of pallets, bales and softlines transition. Fun fact: I none of the food on that defectives tub is, far as I can tell, actually defective! I'm seriously worried somebody pushed the broken jars and bottles and tried to defect out the good ones.
Not shown: the new pile of animal shit by our new storage trailer. The overfull baler closing team left for us (again). The defective cottage cheese and ice cream bars just sitting with the non-perishable credits. The bale and stack of pallets sitting outside, next to the backroom's other, larger fire exit. The steady stream of chemical defectives from a BR TM who kept dropping cases while backstocking.
Ten minutes into my shift I decided I was going to try and leave as soon as the dock closed. Holiday pay isn't worth this shit.
I really need to start asserting myself about people not just dumping everything everywhere. But when I walk in and find shit like this first thing in the morning I'm in no mood to talk to people; spend a couple hours swearing and reminding myself that I need this job and walking out would be a bad idea. In fact, I actually spent some time thinking about picking up a voluntary term form, just to have it handy.
I love Mondays: there's always a surprise waiting for me!
Here's my desk! It somewhere behind the stacker but before you reach the pile of salvage.
Here's the compactor! I'm pretty sure it isn't full but it sure looks like it because apparently nobody thought about crushing it this weekend so now something's stuck inside that mess and it won't go down. So the STL had me call for an early pickup because if there's one thing this store loves it's pissing money away instead of preventative measures.
And here's the line. It's pretty much full of pallets, bales and softlines transition. Fun fact: I none of the food on that defectives tub is, far as I can tell, actually defective! I'm seriously worried somebody pushed the broken jars and bottles and tried to defect out the good ones.
Not shown: the new pile of animal shit by our new storage trailer. The overfull baler closing team left for us (again). The defective cottage cheese and ice cream bars just sitting with the non-perishable credits. The bale and stack of pallets sitting outside, next to the backroom's other, larger fire exit. The steady stream of chemical defectives from a BR TM who kept dropping cases while backstocking.
Ten minutes into my shift I decided I was going to try and leave as soon as the dock closed. Holiday pay isn't worth this shit.
Wish there were more LOG execs that stood up for the receiver
I love Mondays: there's always a surprise waiting for me!
Here's my desk! It somewhere behind the stacker but before you reach the pile of salvage.
Here's the compactor! I'm pretty sure it isn't full but it sure looks like it because apparently nobody thought about crushing it this weekend so now something's stuck inside that mess and it won't go down. So the STL had me call for an early pickup because if there's one thing this store loves it's pissing money away instead of preventative measures.
And here's the line. It's pretty much full of pallets, bales and softlines transition. Fun fact: I none of the food on that defectives tub is, far as I can tell, actually defective! I'm seriously worried somebody pushed the broken jars and bottles and tried to defect out the good ones.
Not shown: the new pile of animal shit by our new storage trailer. The overfull baler closing team left for us (again). The defective cottage cheese and ice cream bars just sitting with the non-perishable credits. The bale and stack of pallets sitting outside, next to the backroom's other, larger fire exit. The steady stream of chemical defectives from a BR TM who kept dropping cases while backstocking.
Ten minutes into my shift I decided I was going to try and leave as soon as the dock closed. Holiday pay isn't worth this shit.
Don't let it get you down, some days are just like that. Flow is often the whipping boy for other departments, but give it time. Eventually you'll learn where everything is and it'll become easier. Welcome to the morning skeleton crew.
Someone must've hit the qty button too many times then were too embarrassed to do a proper return.
oh, and I forgot to mention - the box was labeled for a ship to store, but to a store that was not ours. actually I think it was a store in New York. I have no clue.
How much of the label is intact? If there's a tracking number or a container number (20+ digit number starting with 0,1,2 or 9) you could call CSC and see if they have any info.
Not long after I started on flow, we had a new TL come in and decided to change the custom blocks around. He made it so that one of them was just the heavy drinks and potato chips...
