Just when I think an 8 hour shift couldn't get any worse, it does. Chris, whom I originally presumed to be a good hard worker, called in sick today (also, he left without pulling the price changes on Wednesday, the night that I had to do carts, and that night P/C was fucking five tubs), so I was the only fucking one working all the hugeass backstock from the truck this morning, not to mention the forecast was 109, so the hourlies were all fucking gigantic. I'd finish one set, just to have the next set drop in two minutes. I love fucking working 6 hours without getting to stop for 5 seconds. God damn it, it pisses me off so much. Got what I could get done with the backstock, I don't think it was too much left, considering the circumstances, except the shitload in the freezer. The cardboard was fucking ridiculous though, baler was stuffed full and there were two full cages and tubs. Good lord, closing on a busy night is not something that can be done by one person. I am only working until 4pm tomorrow, thank goodness. IDK if I could handle another long closing shift. And goddamn it, Steve really needs to not pull the entire Market section for the order. Who the fuck cares if you could use one more, there isn't one in open stock, so the system is fucking pulling from EVERY MOTHERFUCKING UPPER CASE STOCK...FUCK I HATE UPPERS.
