Tuesday night. Late night. Cool night. Not this night. This night I had five staff down from a usual eight. Great start. 10:10 pm - enter (inside the head)grumpy dwarf when one of the forklift drivers assaulted one of the other forklift drivers. I only heard after when the guy who got assaulted, told me he "was off, I'm not staying around for this shit, who knows what else is going to happen with him". He walked off and out-ski. Came back with his dad who tore into me for still having the other forklift guy working after he's attacked his son. I'm still trying to put pieces tpgether into what happened. If I told the other guy to leave without knowing the details of everything exactly thst took place I could put my ass in shit not to mention the store's. Dad and son went off, and next thing I know, the phone rings and on the other end of the line is the police. MMM fun. Luckily it was Carla, who used to work with me, so she was sweet as and really understanding. Rang Shaun (storemanager) as I couldn't get in touch with Steve (grocery manager) to inform him about the situation and the inclusion of the cops and ask whether I was right in not sending the other guy home). So I'm a forklift driver short, trying to get the grocery guys to keep their heads down and not goof off, trying to keep the alleged assaulter from going out to the carpark to applogise to the other guy and his dad (because that's just not the cool idea when everyone's so heated up), come back in after "checking the trolley's were locked", to find one of the grocery staff rolling on the floor of produce just being a total dick. Swore at im, which is not the cool thing to do but I was pissed off totally. Grocery staff. Forklift guys. Grocery staff. Then butchery freezer alarms playing hide-the-sausage with me and not in a fun way. 15 degrees c? Fuck arff. Didn't worry too much about it because I had seen our hand-ee guy fiddling with things down there earlier, and I had had no alerts at all from the computer that night. Then, last straw, while I was doing the shopping (which entails grabbing every odd/random thing that doesn't belong down that aisle as well as cold things like meat, cheese, milk); and I came across a wine cask box sans the bladder that goes inside. So after all this shite going on, last thing I need is to know that I've had a thirsty thief and didn't even know it. Grrr. Didn't go home til midnight as I was tiding up all that shit, doing my department checks, setting the alarm, talking to the policia, and then I had to check the cameras to get the footage. Didn't look good, that's for sure.
Slept in this morning - didn't wake up til six am, wich is the time I'm meant to bloody start. Almost shafted myself getting out of bed and ready.
I'm tired and listening now - due to random selection - Dave Mattthew's band.
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