This week was all upside down and turned around. Nothing particularly exciting. Just all...turned around, backwards, a sort of boring Wonderland of sorts.
For starters, my schedule went to mornings four of the five days I worked. I had figured the store was busier in the mornings than it actually is because of the high demand from co workers that they simply MUST open. Ummm....no...its worse than closing. For the first three hours I have found there might, if one is lucky, be ten customers through the doors. This is awful. And makes me wonder why my co workers struggle to get tasks done.
It does allow a cashier to do things that otherwise someone else would have to do. Such as price changes. I did them, all over the store, down every aisle without interruption or customers. The Spurminator had me do this once when I opened at the Howell store and it wasn't a small feat. At New Hudson, its easy.
I tore down a gondola. I condensed heating. I assembled push mowers. I condensed toys. All in the space of four hours. Unheard of at night. We are just a night store, the same as Howell. At noon, we had sold $400 of merchandise. Really.
Inventory happened. I, along with the Princess, spent an entire day weighing bolts and chain and rope. How...awful, really. If one hasn't had the particular aggravation of trying to slide a 40 pound bolt drawer back into place, and then tried to do that over and over and over for the space of a few hours then one doesn't know aggravation. At the end of all this nonsense, we got to add long columns of weights..on a calculator with no weird little arrow to correct typos. At that point, I was pretty certain I was in hell as I had to restart the first column something like 20 times.
And then the counting company came. I got elected to oversee clothing. Oh, bother. For four hours I watched people hand scanning things just waiting for them to need something identified. They may have needed help all of ten times. Dull is the word. Made for a long day.
Come to find out, our inventory was awful and the DM is very displeased. We are missing things the receiver has to hand key into the system and such. Huh. Well, we know she's incompetent, but the first thing the company thinks is, must be internal theft. Yeah. Sure. Now I'm offended because I know this isn't the case. No one I work with is that dumb and our store isn't that large for this to actually happen without someone noticing. Entire pallets of feed? An 80 gallon air compressor? Stoves?
Then, there was freight. Due to people calling off work, none of the planograms I was supposed to set happened since I was on register alllllll day. Most of the freight went into new planos. So I spent freight day setting planos.
Yesterday we worked on filling them. But there are still three entire walls and a giant middle fixture of planos to set and that's all in one department. There are more planos in other departments that haven't been set either. And there were still several pallets of freight in the backroom when we left.
We are informed that the Spurminator's "special customers" are no longer "special" and we will be trying to "wean" them off their discounts. Ummmmm? Yeah. Instructions from the DM and a sign that our new manager is going to be a dick. And then, we have to tell them that, if they throw a shit fit (and yes, they will, one already has) we are instructed to find a manager. I think this is ass backwards. The ASM KNOWS who these people are. When she sees them, she should make a beeline for them and have a talk. But, since she hates confrontation, she won't, so us underlings are going to have to bear the brunt.
And that was work.
Otherwise, my mom seems to be doing well after her knee replacement surgery.
Ruth had a birthday and I babysat James the Terrible (he's just relentless, not really terrible) so she and Joe could go out and see a movie without a baby scream babbling words throughout. He trundled about and laughed and delighted in trying to play with the computer cords and pull the dog's hair out by the roots. After a while, he wore himself out, got cranky and I managed to get him to snooze for about 40 minutes after which he smiled, laughed and became relentless once again. His big brother Max came home and put on some music and James bounced, danced, and laughed at that. Then tried to rip the cat's face off. Ruth and Joe came home and he smiled and babbled some more. It'd be interesting to know what he's babbling about since he's never quiet.
After which I was tired (since I'd had to be up at 5 am for work) and went home and saw Jon who was only disappointed he didn't get to play with James the Terrible. So, I guess he'll have to help watch him another time.
My body is fairly confused. It doesn't know when to eat, sleep or poop. It just knows its really cold outside and it likes warm socks and hot drinks.
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