So there I was, walking unsuspectingly into work. Rather cheerful I might add. I didn't feel as fat as I do, hair behaved, clothes looked good, you know, happy. But then, as soon as I walked up to the cash registers I felt it. That tension of pure panic and anger, the kind you get when an appliance blows up and creamed corn is covering almost every surface of your mother in-law's Martha Stewart designed kitchen. My fill in boss was pale and gabbing rather quickly on the phone. Then she gestured towards the stock room. Now I want you to picture this in your head. The stench: Take three rather full rather old Port-a-Potties and mix them together with old dish water. The color: Ask your dad/significant other/mom/whatever if there is any charcoal you can have. Crush it up into a super fine powder, then mix it with water. Now, I want you to picture throwing that stinky, foul mixture all over the clothes in your closet and presto! You have exactly what my stockroom smelt and looked like. I wish I still have the pictures. It was EVERYWHERE and was still raining from the ceiling. About two tiles were broken in from the weight of the water and it was just coming down. Like that episode of Winnie the Pooh when the rain rain rain came down down down. Only not so friendly and not nearly as adorable. Of course our district manager didn't give two shits about it and merely spouted off some vague instructions to us before hanging up. In the meantime I had to call security (three times), have them go "It's a leak" before calling house keeping down to bring a huge bucket to catch the water over night till the next day when it could be fixed. Then I had to call the lazy house keeping back to mop up all of the water cause I sure as hell wasn't going to do it. Then I had to take pictures of everything. The next day I had to count all of the ruined merch, send that to DM. Then I had to go back and write down all of the SKU's, send that to DM. Then I had to go back AGAIN and get the rest of the info, send that to DM. Yeah, I was thrilled. Then I had to call security to have them send the pics THEY took to my DM. Oh but they wouldn't because it was an issue of security or some similar bullshit like that. So I had to TEXT all of the pics I had to DM. Then everything was fixed. Oh but it gets better, like you knew it would. See part 2 for that.
-Retail Queen
PearlyPinkPeanut · Tue Oct 13, 2009 @ 02:43am · 0 Comments |