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10/09/09(Fri)23:04:34 No.5775208ib4 wall 'o text
I used to work at an unnamed Western US department store before they went tits up. Good riddance, imo.
As
a stockroom employee, I had full access to all inventory. I could add,
delete, move, and misplace anything I wanted. for a while I was good, I
did my job exceedingly well. No errors, flawless organization, worked
my ass off, etc.
What did it get me? Passed up for promotion,
cut hours, and forced to work with assholes who couldn't organize a
pile of coins by denomination. The bitterness grew with each passing
day as I was forced to clean up the mess my coworkers made with their
incompetent stocking techniques.
"No, the pillows don't go there."
"No, you can't just grab a handful of random shirts and stuff them in a spot and scan one tag for the lot of them."
"No, each style/size of jeans is unique and requires it's own spot."
My insistence on following protocol went unheeded, my work was repeatedly nullified by retards with scanners.
One
Christmas I had enough. We were receiving the amount of inventory a
larger store would normally get, when we are one of the smaller ones.
So we had roughly three times the amount of items we could process,
much less sell.
More than we could sell in 5 years of excellent sales.
There were no cameras in the stockroom.
One
day as I was clambering over piles and piles of boxes (can you say fire
code violation?) I came across some 512 MB mp3 players worth about 40
bucks (this was in mid 2006) apiece...at least 50 of them. Yoink.
Friends were happy, and I made more than a few dollars. Yay.
Over
the last three months of my employment I appropriated quite a bit of
merchandise, clothing, shoes, new sheets, towels...enough to outfit me
quite nicely. $8.50 an hour to work my ass off only to have all my work
undone within a day? Fuck you. |