#everything on topstock is fucked up

[jiyoos]

somebody grant me the strength to go to work tonight 😭

[night-dark-woods]

ID. photo of a whiteboard with bullet points written on it, titled "Stocking Reminders."

Top stock goes in the same 4' section as the stock.

Each SKU's overstock should be all in one spot. (below this point there is a diagram of a shelf with colorcoded boxes, one mixed up and one with the colors together)

Don't overfill hooks/shelves. There should be one straight line of product! If it won't hang nicely that is too much.

End ID.

end of my fucking rope tuesday. this won't stop my coworkers because they can't read but the amount of topstock i found in fucking random aisles today was truly absurd. like we've graduated from putting it in the same aisle 16ft away on the opposite side (annoying but at least line of sight) to putting it in topstock in its unlabeled cardboard shipping box, three aisles away, in a different department.

other highlights of today:

i asked this kid to downstock One Aisle and he spent 3(?) hours standing over there doing, as far as i can tell, nothing. which dgmw i can respect. minimum wage => minimum effort but my man that wasn't even CLOSE to the minimum and you are actively making everyone else's lives more difficult!!!

hardware mgr tried to have someone else (the aforementioned kid who can't even put stock in the right spot!!!) do counts on stock, BEHIND MY BACK, AGAIN. so i started off the day with an argument with him. bc if im not shooting outs regularly enough for you fucking TALK TO ME. and i will tell you what i need, which is you to do your fucking JOB and MANAGE YOUR PEOPLE. and get on their asses to actually maintain their sections!!! i could do the whole fucking store in an hour if literally anyone else did their jobs!!!

got a new rope assortment in from a new vendor, hardware mgr packed up the old stuff for buyback but ALSO managed to pack up a bunch of the NEW stuff with it despite the packaging being a completely different color AND saying the new brand name, so i had to go digging in 15 different taped-shut boxes to find it back.

just some truly atrocious and annoying customers. girl if youre in a hurry that is YOUR problem for not planning. i cant read your mind and i cant give you an answer if you cant explain your problem to me.

got called "ladies" collectively about 8 times today by my coworker who a) does ABA as his other job b) asked me if ozzy was my "real name" and c) said he used to be a liberal but he thinks there are more important things than peoples' identities. we're mostly copacetic now though bc he sees how much work i do and also we've commiserated about the state of the educational system & when he was talking about how "boys and girls learn differently" i very lightly floated the "well, i don't think that's inherent necessarily, you know, like we're raised and taught certain ways to be from SUCH a young age, and kids pick up on stuff pretty fast," and he was like huh ive never thought about that. ill have to think about that. so not unsalvageable! just a particular Kind Of Guy.

they're doing work on the roof and they fucking broke the ancient drainpipe that runs through our upstairs backstock area, so theres like three totes worth of roof-water-soaked merchandise that i have to take out of inventory tomorrow. and everything else in that backstock area has a fine coating of rust flakes from the disintegrating ceiling. and i was paged up there to help sort thru the stock and like. there are THREE PEOPLE here today who actually have a manager title, which I DONT!!! so why cant the three of you take care of it!!! and i KNOW its bc im good at problem-solving and don't really say no and would do it faster than anyone else but god. come on. its putting wet stock in totes.

also in the last 30 min of my shift (in the hardware dept!!! doing inventory counts!!!) my coworker walkied Me, Specifically, even though i knowww they were fully staffed in cashiers and housewares today, to pick up a call from a specific problem customer ABOUT A HOUSEWARES PRODUCT. bro i know FULL WELL you are doing fucking nothing but online shopping on the work computer, you fucking handle it!!! im on a DIFFERENT FLOOR and im busy doing other shit!!!

and its only tuesday!!! yippee!!!

[pettybourgeoisblues]

I guess I’ll talk about this here

since this is where I post the weird shit for no one and everyone to read. Fair warning, this gets a little weird?

I finally re-unlocked my silly little brain hack to being happy. And I did that with another silly little brain hack: Gaslighting!

I was just doin my thing when I felt one of The Bad Feelings coming on. So I stopped and said to myself, do I really feel that way? And I didn’t give an answer, but I stopped feeling that way. And I was like cool! And then I was reminded of the one time I was able to actually feel good all day long for once.

It was inventory time at store I was working at. The week before I worked a few overnight shifts to prepare topstock for the count. Very fulfilling work, I could just focus on getting everything in perfect order and not worry about having to interact with people. But of course my sleep got fucked up. I got three days off afterwards to recover. I did not recover.

Then we had inventory. I was beyond tired. I felt like dogshit. But as I was lying in bed after my first shift back, I had just recently started to get into the idea of puppy play then, and I was thinking about it and noticing how good it made me feel. And I got the idea...

The next day, I was still dog-tired. But whenever some negative rumination would start bubbling up, I would immediately silence it with a “Yeah, but I’m puppy!” in my head. And I just had the slightest stupidest grin on my face the whole day. I was like wow! maybe this could change my life and I will never have any problems again because I will simply just brute force happiness by essentially microdosing horniness.

I wasn’t able to do it the next day. I was just too tired. And things only got worse. The next week I don’t know how I managed to get to work because I spent the entire time in bed. The thought of getting out of bed and facing the world in any capacity was horribly overwhelming. I ate practically nothing for several days in a row until I was insanely nauseous from hunger, almost passed out twice trying to get to the kitchen, and then vomited what I had managed to eat afterwards. My mom took me to a mental hospital the next day because she didn’t know what to do with me. They didn’t admit me.

And I didn’t feel not-tired enough to do that again. Those good feelings, along with everything else, became too intense to play with. Frankly I lost a bit of the level of interest in that specific kink. But I’ve been chasing that ability.

So, faced with sudden unexpected emotional stability today, I decided to give it another try. It was a little awkward at first, and still is, but hey, it’s working. There’s much more to unravel, and I hesitate to think it will actually be the panacea I want it to be, but I’m glad to feel like I’m on the right path again! 

[mosiee]

Newsies as things my coworkers and I have said part 1

David to Jack: you keep bugging (Katherine) and she’s going to kill you

Jack: bold of you to assume that wasn’t my plan

Spot, over the radio: no it should be-

Race in the background: *screaming*

Spot: it should be inline somewhere

Race to Albert and Romeo: can you guys hear me through the radio?

Albert and Romeo:*red-faced laughing* yeah

Spot: well if it’s not there-

Race: *louder screaming*

Specs, through the radio: is he okay?

Jack coming in the back room: Race what the fuck

Jack: wait you guys have a 60%

David: yes do you not?

Jack: no I only have a 50%

Jack: this app is homophobic

David: I can’t think bad about Buttons. They reminds me of my brother too much

Spot: you have a good relationship with your brother

Race, looking to Jack: I can talk shit about my brother all day I don’t give a shit

Spot: there’s literal shit on the seat. How the fuck did they manage that?? Did they shit sideways??

Spot: this lady was mad because she couldn’t use the restrooms because they were getting cleaned. Like BITCH if you had the time to sit in your car for half an hour to wait for us to open, you had time to walk to the Ralph’s that’s there and use their restroom instead

Jack: I hope she peed her pants

David: I think today’s the day

Albert: no it can’t be

David: no I think today’s the day

Romeo: what’s the day

David: the day I put in my two weeks

Albert: Dave you realize if you leave then that’s gonna make Jack leave, and if Jack leaves then Race is gonna leave, and with Race gone, Spots not far behind, and I’m sure Sarah will leave if Spot leaves just out of principle

David: so you’re saying IM the one holding this store together? I didn’t sign up for this

Kathrine, jokingly: you were here yesterday Dave. Why didn’t this get done?

David, overwhelmed: you expect me to get all of this out when I wasn’t done with the other thing??

Kathrine: of course

David: you absolute fool

David: *screaming while unloading the truck*

Albert: Dave, Race screams because he wants attention. Do you want attention?

David: no it’s just very stress relieving. I see why he does it

David: hey Specs look! More fabric!

Specs: *starts crying*

Albert: okay guys, 15minute crying break I think we all deserve it

David: *easily gets something from topstock*

Spot: oh look at me, I’m David. I’m tall. I don’t need the ladder to get things from the top shelf

Romeo: Jojo just showed me how to make nipple tassels spin do you wanna see

Kathrine, over the radio: David can you come to jewelry please?

David: yeah I’ll be right there

Romeo: why is she asking you there?

Albert: yeah you don’t know anything about jewelry

Romeo: waIT IS IS YOUR MOM

Albert: I WANNA MEET YOUR MOM

Specs, unloading the truck: *tosses a box*

The box: *shatters*

David and Jack: *start dying of laughter*

Spot: what the fuck was that

Specs: uh, oops?

Jack: see, you all think I’m annoying, which is fair. The point of that is I’m running an experiment to see who snaps first and kills me

Spot: you okay Dave?

David, surrounded by boxes in the back: you know, if these fall and crush me, I’m okay with that

David: it’s okay. Everything is okay. We’re just a little overwhelmed. Everything will be okay

Customer: *breaks something*

David, over the radio: hey I’m gonna go cry in the back for a few minutes if anyone needs me

Race: you’re gonna throw out your back one of these with picking up those boxes

Spot: I’m using proper lifting techniques so I think I’ll be okay

Spot: plus it’s not even that heavy

Race: yeah you’re right. That box only weights 58.65lb

Spot:

Spot: shit I’m fucking jacked

Albert: you got help with your task yesterday, you get help with your task today. Look at you

David: yeah why is that? Is it good karma for something?

Albert: no definitely not

Sarah: what’s with you guys and wanting to come in at midnight?

David: just think about how much we’d get done

Race: and all the idiots we wouldn’t have to deal with

Jack: yeah fuck the customer

Kathrine: David did you take your last break?

David: oh course I did why would you think I wouldn’t

Spot: he didn’t he’s been with me the whole time

David: Spot didn’t take his either

Spot: you sellout

David: if I’m going down you’re coming with me

Sarah, over the radio as the lights go out: okay guys, just be careful and go to a light if you see it

Specs: uh, I thought that’s what you’re not supposed to do

Sarah: what? No I want you guys to be safe

Sarah:

Sarah: Wait-

[fuck-customers]

Tw bad language I guess? I’m up for a promotion to management at work (still shitty retail but yay pay raise) but I’m a little annoyed/concerned cause this one associate has been working beside me for a while and I’ve been the interim manager while the actual manager was on parental leave (we found out she’s not coming back which is why I’m getting the job) but this guy is so used to seeing me as a coworker and not a supervisor I think it’s gonna be a hard transition. Like he’s sweet and I don’t think he means things maliciously but he rolls his eyes every time I ask him to do something he doesn’t want to do and constantly complains to me about everything like I’m sorry but really our job isn’t that fucking hard? Scan things in when you topstock them. Make sure you’re stocking things accurately. Don’t leave a huge mess of unbailed boxes in the back cause you’re too lazy to clean up your own mess. I’ve had to start getting firmer cause I have to tell him the same thing several times and like I like him as a person but damn dude. I’m not asking too much when I ask you to do your job so stop acting like the sky is falling cause you gotta cover registers for 30 minutes 🙄

[jiyoos]

it’s bitching time. the department manager noticed that i am able to get EVERYTHING out to the floor. i topstock religiously lmfao. i take shit down to put more stuff up and i do it quickly and accurately, but the person i worked with today had a ENTIRE CART stuffed with shit ! i didn’t add a single thing to that cart. not a single thing. and then i pour everything in the totes into separate carts bc it’s easier bc you don’t have to walk back and forth and all the totes for that aisle are right there. i can separate the totes by color after and have it on the pallet ready to be cleaned up. well she INSISTED on having a stack of 8 on her l-cart and didn’t want to work out of the carts. and then i did all the other 18~ totes AND. a cart they brought us like 30 minutes before cleanup time and finished before her.... like you’re just wasting time fuck off. and now we have to print our own stickers for all that shit and put it in the bins and she didn’t do that either. i’m not doing it tho like i didn’t put a single thing on that cart