Three Count

This was my story!

fuckyeahretailrobin:

[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right.

Top Text: “THREE STITCHES IN THE HEAD, ONE IN THE ARM.”

Bottom Text: “BACK TO WORK.”]

This isn’t so much a “management hates me” thing as it was a “I feel like a king” sort of thing. Some context: I work in a grocery store that just recently converted from warehouse-style bargain grocery model to a slightly classier community grocery store style. With that came new shelving, which looks fantastic, that I was moved to night crew to help set up. 12 hour nights, 5 days a week, with weekends off for two weeks. Totally worth putting life on hold for.

Anyhow, we were setting up the old warehouse shelving in the shell of the store that used to be next to ours (we get use of it for some reason) for our backstock, as the new shelving is a bit shallower and holds a bit less stock. I was placing metal plates on the bottom (for those not in the know, these are about 6x12 inches and make up the bottom and top shelves on these awful things), while my grocery manager (who has also been working nights with me) was trying to adjust one on top. One of his slipped and the corner caught me on the crown of my head and then again on my left forearm. Made a nifty backwards L shaped cut on my head, about .5 cm by 1cm.

Damn thing bled like crazy, but I honestly felt (and feel) fine. The nurse who checked me out couldn’t get over the amount of blood; I was more concerned about the shirt I was wearing (I like that thing, man, and I bled all over it!). Frankly, the cut on my arm didn’t need a stitch, but I think the doc was on a roll, so he did it anyhow. Long story short, I’m fine, and I wasn’t doing anything too strenuous tonight anyhow, so I was more than happy to work my 12 hours, especially after taking a look at the paystub for my first 60 hour week.

As for now, I’m ready for bed.

fuckyeahretailrobin:

[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right.

Top Text: “The people who design the planograms”

Bottom Text: “have obviously never seen the product”]

I swear, every time I set something to planogram I have to rearrange it so the display doesn’t look like shit. There is never enough room for the product.

Ah, pain I know all too well. You may’ve noticed I’ve not been around lately; I’ve been working backshift as we’ve gotten new shelving in. This has meant building the new shelving (goodbye awful warehouse-style shelving that scratched my arms to hell and beat my knuckles to a bloody pulp!), lining in new plan-o-grams and attempting to make everything make sense along the way.

Needless to say, I miss days. I miss them bad. I can’t wait till Saturday morning, when I can put this all behind me.