I get a text at 8am telling me to open the store (at 10am). My manager is lucky as all hell that I was woken up by the text.
I get to work, there's a note.
"Sweep & Mop, go to the bank, change some light bulbs, and unload the shipment."
That doesn't sound so bad, but a shipment is 50-60 boxes with a rough average of 20 product each.
He forgot to mention that he didn't make a cycle count sheet, make a deposit envelope, or fill out any of the paperwork that he was supposed to yesterday.
So I got to do it today.
...Fuck.
I get to work, there's a note.
"Sweep & Mop, go to the bank, change some light bulbs, and unload the shipment."
That doesn't sound so bad, but a shipment is 50-60 boxes with a rough average of 20 product each.
He forgot to mention that he didn't make a cycle count sheet, make a deposit envelope, or fill out any of the paperwork that he was supposed to yesterday.
So I got to do it today.
...Fuck.