Ding Dong the Witch is Dead

Three days of training at the old 0316 with the very awesome and very competent Darlene and I was unleashed on my store to try to step up to the challenge of being a receiver.   Not that I knew how to check in a freight truck, let alone two....oh, no, that didn't stop me! 

First thing, I did the morning things.  It took seriously something like five minutes.  Except for using the torch on the night locks. That took much longer and is frowned upon, apparently, according to Dar, but everyone always uses the torch on the night locks. Perhaps corporate should spring for unfreezable night locks if they don't want us using torches?  Besides,  torches are fun and make blue flame. What's not to love?

Then I was instructed to straighten up my backroom while waiting for the DC trucks. Okay. Sigh. My predecessor apparently decided this was not part of her job even though it is part of the job.  I made it so store fixtures were fairly accessible and somewhat organized in case someone might need to set a planogram.

I was shown the wheel chocks, the truck seal, and how the dock works.  Then I unloaded a few pallets that were all shifted with things fallen off of them and constant moving the forks closer and further apart because apparently, they are loaded all willy-nilly, unlike a feed truck in which the pallets are all pointing the correct direction.  I was really slow at this. Mostly due to the fact that I was concerned my drive wheels could, I don't know, drive OVER the railing on the side of the dock if I wasn't careful.  I calmed myself by thinking, well, if the Princess could do it, then I shall learn to do it BETTER.  I was really really slow. Luckily, Scott was there, and is quick with the hi lo, so I organized pallets while he unloaded the rest of the full truck and then the halfy truck that was waiting for us to unload the first.

I was disappointed upon discovering that the Princess had carefully removed all the snacky-cakes from the snacky-cake drawer of the filing cabinet.  I was going to send them to the break room for consumption by all if she'd left any.

John helped me check in the DC trucks.  He had no idea what to do with what paperwork, so there are things I have to ask the ASM tomorrow when she works.  I could have called Darlene, but, I didn't want to bother her because she was wrestling with her own trucks. 

Then I had to count the pallets so corporate knows how much time to allot us per pallet, per tote and such because they are tools.

And then the mad sorting began.  I had all the pallets and totes sorted in five hours. Apparently that is pretty damn good for a truck and a half because John was surprised when I said, um, hey, I'm done. I need to do end of day paperwork and then I'm out.

There were presents in my locker.  Really.  Like a book and some tiny little koosh balls.  I assume Lorien stuffed them in there because no one else I asked knew anything about it. I hope it was a Ding, Dong, the Witch is Dead, Which Old Witch, the Wicked Witch, celebratory kind of present.

I think I need to make notes on the paperwork end.  I just can't remember any of it.  The doing part is fine, the hard work part is fine...its the anal, number cruncher bit that I lack.

I also get to help put away all the freight I sorted tomorrow at 5 am and find rain checks I didn't manage to find, and call customers and anything else I didn't remember to do or know how to do today.

The good part is, there really isn't any time to get bored and my day is just gone and over before I know it. Awesome.  Also, with Princess Witchy gone, there seems to be less stress in the work environment and everyone is really happy for me. Nice. Very nice. I like when people are genuinely happy about something that affects me positively. 

Also, the nice truck driver said I looked 25.  Yippee!!!  Ten years younger is always a good way to look.