I have much hate for fourteen foot heavyweight gates. Much hate. Ever try to balance and lean one up against the side of a business? No? It's a particular kind of hell. The only thing worse would be a 16 foot heavyweight gate.
After stowing nearly 30 gates--with help--I might add; my left shoulder is no longer on speaking terms with me...its on shouting terms. Last night it shouted at me all night long. Today it is less shouty but stiff and ouchy. I know I did it no good by continuing my relentless two day assault on the backroom and sidelot. I am always amazed at the amount of lazy that goes on. Also, I usually get three days for assaulting the backroom but because of the holiday, I have to work extremely hard to catch back up.
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I cleaned the sidelot to discover my four hour marathon last week of rearranging to clear a path for 44 pallets of wood pellet fuel...has resulted in idiots rearranging things that DO NOT NEED to be REARRANGED due to the fact that I arranged them for convenience and so that there would be NO DIGGING and therefore fucking shit up. I also discover that all three salt pallets out front are empty because no one could be bothered to fill them over the weekend despite them being on sale. Amber K helped with that one because she actually tries to NOT make my job more difficult. She needs a clone.
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ASM leaves very shortly and I will be glad. She has no qualms about making shit more difficult for me. Let's just leave shelves lying about the backroom...or feeds...or whatever she's working on...let's just leave it half assed for someone (me) to put away to make room for the truck. Hopefully someone already at our store gets promoted (He'd be a good ASM) or we get an actual ASM that just works ALLLLL the time.
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Also, more people need to be proficient on the forklift. I'm sick of excuses. "I can't go do this because..." Basically because...of fear. I've put it in Amber K's ear to put Shitty Amber on shaving refill duty...yet another thing I have to do if no one else deigns to. Amber K asked me if I'm sure..because Shitty Amber keeps dumping the shavings. I just laughed and said..."well, if she dumps them often enough she'll learn to be more careful and to NOT dump them...just quit helping her pick them up." I think I shall next put her on salt pallet refills. Shouldn't be able to dump those, but I could be surprised.
I'm trying to teach Jen to be more proficient but it is slow going as her reaction time is slower than most and I think she may have depth perception issues. I make her take the empty pallets out...and stack them in the stacks...I have recently helped her put things in the racking and take things down from the racking....that's a risky proposition...and she needs lots of coaching...if I had more time, she'd do it ten times a day until she didn't need my help.
Crystal is trying, and, on her own...which I'd rather. I'm not the boss. Sometimes I feel like I am...only because I am more take charge than the boss...or so I think. Fear, yet again...just need to get her loading/unloading semis...tried to get her to do the pallet truck since there is absolutely NOTHING she could break...but she was scared and Jason was available because I was uber busy...so I didn't force the issue.
I was thrown to the wolves and made to do a feed truck (very easy) and my first truck on my own was a DC (quite difficult) and soon followed Tartar Gate (challenging) and Carry On Trailer (extremely difficult and I am still not very comfortable with that one).
Most everyone in that store has a forklift certification....now, why are they "certified" and yet somehow incapable of doing the simplest tasks? Just make them. That's how I learned. By doing. Granted, I've had tons more practice...but practice is awesome. Fork some bags, tap some things, knock some shit down...pretty soon to get out of doing more work, the carefulness creeps in.
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I think we are going to be starting some more new hires. I'm kind of scared because ASM interviewed them and she tends to really like older and female...which is fine...but these older females need to be able to toss some 50 pound bags repeatedly and hopefully have some mad life skills like knowing what a trailer coupler is and that there is a difference between a category 1 hitch and a category 3...things we are sadly lacking at the moment and I am tired of helping out on the floor because no one wants to learn or is afraid to stretch themselves by trying.
I learned a hell of a lot about tires by stocking hundreds of them...tires and tire chains...and stupid customers with stupid questions...I don't think any female should be immune...and we have tons of females at the store who are quite capable but don't want to go out of their comfort zones of clothing, dog, cat, and horse.
I still think a couple youngish...30s 40s males would be excellent for bag tossing, life skills and dealing with all those assholes who still don't believe that women may possibly know what a solenoid is or does. I hate dealing with those idiots.
Also, all the people that are currently register jockeys want off the register (always) and almost all of them have physical limitations...and we need a feed tosser/forklift operator present ALL SHIFTS. I just don't think they understand what they are asking for. Nothing against any of them. It's a brutal job. BRUTAL. I have huge purple bruises just from today that I have no idea how I got.
Shifts are as follows:
AM: Manager (does price changes, customer service, phones, load outs)
Receiver (does phones, load outs, inventory, trucks, side lot, backroom, feeds, mostly not dealing with the public)
Cashier (money, phones, customer service, ect.)
Mid: (We don't always get a mid...covers lunches, backs up the cashier, does customer service,
load outs, helps fill feeds, do special orders, ect...hopefully a jack of all trades)
PM: Manager (special orders, customer service, phones, load outs)
Cashier ( money, phones, customer service, ect)
Feed Thrower (fills feeds and rotates feeds, can take an entire 6 hour shift, load outs)
And that is it. It's a tight crew. Someone doesn't pull their weight or its exceptionally busy...someone else gets hosed. I know I could use a 50 hour work week instead of a 40...JUST TO STAY CAUGHT UP COMFORTABLY...however; there is no caught up comfortably...and its just a rolling bit of madness from one day to the next.
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