Odd week.
I was asked if Tractor Supply company sold stamps.
The bleach blond mullet man wearing the watermelon pink lipstick and requesting kitten milk replacer for his baby raccoon came back and bought dog food. By the way, his fingernails were au naturel.
I found a plastic fork on the rim of the ladies' room trash can.
Jason nearly got run over in the parking lot while he was loading a compressor into an SUV that an old man in a giant truck rear-ended.
Jon's boss quit. Jon was just promoted to crew lead, and now his new boss wants to promote him to hourly manager. And he doesn't really want to be promoted; not that I blame him. It's all bullshit.
I came back from lunch and got yelled at by a customer for something that had absolutely nothing to do with me. All I did was try to fix the problem.
Jon was asked by his district manager "What is your ironing situation?" The stupid manager shirts are the wrinkliest thing known to man and we don't own an iron.
Jon asked to borrow an iron from his mom and Jon's dad trolled garage sales and bought 2 irons. Jon once asked for a fish tank and received at least three. I mean the man is good-hearted but you have to tell him to STOP!
The reciever at work got a better job. I learned apparently lots of people want her position. I have no idea why. Soooo much responsibility, not enough pay and lots of people angry at you if nothing goes well, its not like being a manager and she's the entire shipping department. It really should be a two person job. Reciever and assistant to the reciever.
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