Gabriel

So we had employed this DOUCHE of a guy Gabe. Bob did eventually fire him thanks to my persuasion. after GAYbe was gone, he emailed a letter to Bob and Cc'd the District Manager. Bob printed it off for us all to laugh at.
here it is:

Regarding my Dismissal,

It's unfortunate Bob that it has come to my dismissal from the Liquor Depot in Altadore due to what you term as 'attitude'. All I wanted was a fair shake, and the ability to work the hours as they are posted week to week. I feel that my removal from your staff was something that you have hoped for for a while now, due to the many ideas I presented to you that you could not comprehend, and using the schedule as a tool to bring this about is pretty low, as you have shown in the past with previous employees.

Please note that all I ever wanted in the Liquor Store was to make it better. Customers, in any business, have always been my number one priority and ensuring the bottom line is met and the brand enhanced for stockholders is always on my mind. But as you said, you only care about that location, if in fact you care at all. The amount of dust in the store made me wonder sometimes.

Many times I have approached you with ideas to increase awareness and productivity, that have been turned down by you, and two really stick out.

1) We asked for a sign in the empty spot on the Supplier logo wall pointing to the correct door for the beer cooler and your answer was that "90% of the customers know where the cooler is" and to me, that is unacceptable, because the goal of any business should be %100 satisfaction. A piece of bristol board is 3 bucks and a few mins to make a sign could have ensured that the customers don't have to worry about anything except Getting What They Came For. But to you, 90% is good, and I apologize I cannot agree with that.

2) Labour costs are usually the number one cost behind any entity and counting inventory is a large part of that in the LSGP chain. Watching your employees who have been with you for months spend most of the night counting one section led me to offer you a quick cheat sheet type system that would have cut hours from this process and could have been applied to the whole chain, yet you flat out turned it down, citing "I know where every bottle is in this store." That's great that you do, but for the most part, most of your employees don't have that knowledge, and that leads to them calling you at 8pm because they can't find something. When they are spending most of their time counting sections that the Loss Prevention Manual clearly states is a Managerial duty, this takes away from other tasks, such as prepping, cleaning and stocking.

I'm sorry Bob, but it's not about you. It's about the LSGP and the customers who provide the revenue to make it a continued success, and I will continue with that attitude wherever I work.


Regards,
Gaberial

PS. Some of us had talked about the possibility of some overnight hours to give the store the thorough cleaning and re-arranging that would make it better, so please consider that. The floor needs to be waxed and buffed and the display boxes moved to clean under them, as some of them haven't been moved in a long time and things are growing behind them.

PPS I know it really bothered you when I talked about Social Media and how it could be applied to LSGP to showcase the brand. I'm sorry that I ever brought it up.

Safety First

Starting next week, all stock people will be required to wear steel-toed shoes that they must purchase themselves. This is bullshit. Why not wear hard hats in case things fall from the high shelves? We need goggles for the dust. We ought to wear gas masks for the alcohol vapours and for the stagnant waste from broken product (whether to be returned or not). Also, don't forget gloves. We deal with a lot of broken glass. In fact, gloves should be mandatory for customers. They break more things that we do! A lot of the things they break are carbonized, so goggles or some sort of face shield would be important.

In fact, the whole fucking store is a death trap! We should just change the whole operation for public safety. We should deliver alcohol directly to the customer in teams of 4:

The Driver - The driver will stay with the armoured truck at all times. His main duties include making sure everyone gets home and maintaining order in the premises of the truck at all times with Kevlar and an assault rifle.






The Criminal Negotiator - This operative must ensure the compliance of the customer in the agreed deal. As the delivery process is exceedingly costly, it is in the company's best interest to ensure every operation ends in a sale.

The Explosives Specialist - The specialist covers the most duties during every excursion. First, the armoured truck is stocked with the highly flammable chemical known as alcohol. Should a leak occur, the truck may be converted from a humble delivery service into an enormous explosive device. Second, upon arriving at the delivery, the explosives expert must ensure the area is secure and that petty thieves have not set up a trap or ambush.

The Medic - Every operation contains an element of danger. There is heavy equipment, poisonous and volatile chemicals, and, of course, the most dangerous and unpredictable factor: man. At any point, a routine delivery could result in a bloodbath of vicious cardboard cuts, over extended muscles, repeated stress syndrome, minor and major dismemberment, and allergies. You can never be too careful.

Remember, Safety First.

This Blog

was going to get deleted yesterday cos no one gave a fuck.
you had to go and post, didn't you, Alex?
please all follow in his eFootsteps.
especially you, Garrett.

People I Hate Part 2

This is a continuation, as you can probably tell, from my other blog and People I Hate.

I have two people on my list today that just pissed me right off.

1. People who stick to their guns. Not that having ideals is a bad things, but having boneheaded ideals is another. Today I had some guy come into the store. Here's what happened.

Guy: Hey, man, you got a cart I can use?
Me: No, sorry. We share them with the Superstore. You're welcome to bring one inside if you like.
Guy: Damn. I guess I'll have to carry it then.

What did I just finish saying? It's like there is no turning back. The carts are a hundred feet away!

What an idiot.

Candidate number two actually ruined my day.

2. So, this motherfucker comes in to buy a case of Pilsner and he's yakking away on his cell phone the entire time. I'm just down one of the aisles and I hear him drop his case. And he tells the guy on the phone, "yeah, I just dropped a case."

And then he grabs another one and walks away!

Motherfucker!

He just walked away. Didn't tell anyone. Just got his beer and left. I just about lost it, but while I was giving him time to go tell the cashier while I got the bucket he slipped away out of the store. I sincerely hope that this motherfucker dies slowly in a combination of being burned alive and having his still living remains eaten by vermin.

Seriously. Ruined my day.

Infestation

This is where i work.
it's disgusting.

iz disaster.

Break in

So last night my store got kind of broken into. some hooligan punched out the loading dock door's window in hopes of finding a handle on the inside. he did not.
apparently there were security companies and cops involved. no one bothered to call Bob.
here are pictures!

Sanksgivink

so i was the only person Eligible for time and a half pay yesterday; i was the only one who had worked the past five mondays in a row and could hold my breath for over two minutes.
but since i had i dinner to go to, Bob had me open the store instead of him (which subsequently led to Garrett having to close the store and miss his dinner which made me feel like a right asshole).
Bob had to come in for an hour to place the order for wednesday, but before he left, he handed me a bottle of wine.
and not a cheap one either.
he said: "hkere, man. Happy Sanksgivink. Jus' don' tell anyone; i'll get in trouble!"
what a guy.
He stole me a bottle of wine for Sanksgivink.

Stupid, Stupid Kids

Some days I'm so glad to work with idiots.

Some retard worked Saturday and Sunday, but called into work today. They call into work on the holiday, and forgo the stat pay. Oh well, more money for me!

So I guess work is okay from time to time.

Einstein-Newton Relations

It seems to me that gravity is relative to pressure in a liquor store. The busier we are, the harder things fall. In the last 2 days we have had 6 bottles of wine, 5 cases of wine, 1 case of prosecco, 5 boxes and a flat of beer break for the worst reasons. People are dropping them out of carts and plunking them into baskets where the break, dropping them off of carts and kicking them off shelves... iz disaster!

I haven't figured out how to upload pictures from my phone, but when I do, I'll show you the tower of loose beer that we're keeping in the back room because there isn't enough room to put them out front. There are probably 60 loose bottles of beer that we have salvaged. One of my co-workers broke 18/20 bottles in a case of Polish imports.

(also, never mop Irish Cream and Prosecco in the same bucket. Mop water should never curdle.)

Mackenzie Towne

so Bob pulled me aside today.
he says:
"Thom, uh, you know Mackenzie? zhey're lookink for a new manager. you vant ze job? i vill talk to Christina [District Manager] for you if you vant."

good gravy! i've been working for the store for a little over four months and Bob wants to give me my own store!
i declined of course, but i thought it was blog-worthy

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Starting December we're extending our hours! Instead of closing at 10 we close at 12! And on Sundays we're closing at 12 instead of 8! Yippee-hooray! So I don't get to go home until 1 in the fucking morning!

They had better fucking pay me for that shit.

Like Bear

so Sunday, Garrett and i took it upon ourselves to completely reorganize the stock warehouse room at the ol' LD. i burned through about 9 pallets worth of shit myself and Garrett did at least that much if not more. yesterday (Monday) we got a massive order (7 pallets instead of the usual 3) and i completely finished those as well.
point is, yesterday, Bob was talking about how impressed he was with the warehouse and summarized it as such:

"iz good! HAHA! soon you be like bear! HAHA z'muscles! working feels good!"

Fucklift

i got to use the big electric forklift at work yesterday.
i nearly accidentally a whole pallet of Crown Royal.
i'm a walking fucking disaster. it's awesome.

I Love My Job

I guess seniority means nothing when it comes to work now-a-days.

I've been at the same fucking place for five god damn years, and now they feel I have to share what shifts I should be getting with the new fuck heads? Fuck that.

The whale of a woman who does our schedules is an idiot, and if I don't have shifts come Christmas break, I'm going to explode. I also heard that they almost forgot to pay me this week, and guess who does the payroll? You guessed it, the great white whale.

My life at work iz disaster, and I’m about ready to snap.

Hairulo Blogoev

was going to be the title of this blog originally, after our boss, Bob. it was going to be a blog about funny/ridiculous/racist things that happen at work. but what happens when the happy day comes that we don't have to work at the Liquor Depot?
well, no matter what work we do, iz disaster.
i go for smoke.