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If you've seen my prior posts, then you know that my store has had its share of drama and conflict since Q4. Ever since, I think my SD has been serious about some of the big changes coming and it's basically started with performancing out some TM's here on flow and inbound. I wasn't one of them, but our one remaining guy who usually threw the trailer was one of them and he got replaced by a very socially awkward guy who usually worked evenings and mostly just collected carts and walked the sales floor to check spill stations. We'll just call him "Brad." Inbound got stuck with him after his availability changed and the front end couldn't accommodate these changes.
My introduction to Brad was two weeks ago when I got into receiving to start the unload and he was shoving anything and everything down the line. I'm the pacesetter and I usually load flats with diapers and storage. Brad had sent a whole bunch of diapers down to the end of the lane and I politely told him that diapers and storage had to stay at the front bay of the line so I could collect them for the flats. He didn't say anything, but he just stared at me with these big confused eyes. I asked him if he understood what I was saying, but he just kept staring. My TL even had to pull me aside and tell me that Brad had "mental idiosyncrasies" and that we just had to be patient with him. Now the good news is that I really only had to deal with Brad during the unloads. The bad news is that the hour-and-a-half to two hours of unloading is just enough of him as is. One big qualm is that he was always coming in a half hour earlier than the rest of the team to help the TL prepare the line and by the time I would get there, he'd already sent a bunch of my diapers and storage down the line, despite my several times of telling him to not do that. And then during the unload, he'd almost never put all boxes on the line with the labels facing up, so I'd often have to halt the momentum of the unload by stopping to flip the boxes right side up. And there was one time last week when the TL put me in charge of using the electric pallet jack to grab a water PIPO and I couldn't grab it because Brad was just standing in front of the PIPO, blocking my path. I asked him to move, but he just stood there and stared at me with those confused eyes of his. He was just standing there like the world's dumbest a deer in headlights and it reached a point where I honked the horn at him and my TL chewed me out for that. And since I'd been on corrective action since the Holidays, the TL would occasionally remind me of being on thin ice.
But it all came to a head today when I went to receiving and of course, Brad was sending all of my stuff down the line. And one of them was one of those massive Sterilite boxes that would require a team lift. I had to run over to the line and physically grab the box while yelling at Brad to let me get it. But he kept trying to shove it down the line and it turned to an ugly display of me and him damn near wrestling over the box while I screamed at the top of my lungs for him to stop. I was somehow able to get Brad to let up, but then he started pacing receiving while fidgeting with his hands and repeating "I have to do this, I have to do this" over and over again. And that was my first time ever hearing him talk. And during the unload, Brad was doing his usual of sending boxes down the line with their labels not visible. I was in a plenty bad mood at that point and I shouted at Brad "Labels up, you fucking idiot!" And it was chaos from then on. Brad, this grown man who I had heard was in his early 30's, started wailing and bawling at the top of his lungs. And the TL was also throwing with Brad and he seemed to think that I was yelling at him. So receiving was filled with the sounds of both Brad's bawling and the TL yelling at me to leave the store and never come back. I figured that I was on borrowed time as is, so I just left and went home. So that's six years at Target coming to an end just like that.
My introduction to Brad was two weeks ago when I got into receiving to start the unload and he was shoving anything and everything down the line. I'm the pacesetter and I usually load flats with diapers and storage. Brad had sent a whole bunch of diapers down to the end of the lane and I politely told him that diapers and storage had to stay at the front bay of the line so I could collect them for the flats. He didn't say anything, but he just stared at me with these big confused eyes. I asked him if he understood what I was saying, but he just kept staring. My TL even had to pull me aside and tell me that Brad had "mental idiosyncrasies" and that we just had to be patient with him. Now the good news is that I really only had to deal with Brad during the unloads. The bad news is that the hour-and-a-half to two hours of unloading is just enough of him as is. One big qualm is that he was always coming in a half hour earlier than the rest of the team to help the TL prepare the line and by the time I would get there, he'd already sent a bunch of my diapers and storage down the line, despite my several times of telling him to not do that. And then during the unload, he'd almost never put all boxes on the line with the labels facing up, so I'd often have to halt the momentum of the unload by stopping to flip the boxes right side up. And there was one time last week when the TL put me in charge of using the electric pallet jack to grab a water PIPO and I couldn't grab it because Brad was just standing in front of the PIPO, blocking my path. I asked him to move, but he just stood there and stared at me with those confused eyes of his. He was just standing there like the world's dumbest a deer in headlights and it reached a point where I honked the horn at him and my TL chewed me out for that. And since I'd been on corrective action since the Holidays, the TL would occasionally remind me of being on thin ice.
But it all came to a head today when I went to receiving and of course, Brad was sending all of my stuff down the line. And one of them was one of those massive Sterilite boxes that would require a team lift. I had to run over to the line and physically grab the box while yelling at Brad to let me get it. But he kept trying to shove it down the line and it turned to an ugly display of me and him damn near wrestling over the box while I screamed at the top of my lungs for him to stop. I was somehow able to get Brad to let up, but then he started pacing receiving while fidgeting with his hands and repeating "I have to do this, I have to do this" over and over again. And that was my first time ever hearing him talk. And during the unload, Brad was doing his usual of sending boxes down the line with their labels not visible. I was in a plenty bad mood at that point and I shouted at Brad "Labels up, you fucking idiot!" And it was chaos from then on. Brad, this grown man who I had heard was in his early 30's, started wailing and bawling at the top of his lungs. And the TL was also throwing with Brad and he seemed to think that I was yelling at him. So receiving was filled with the sounds of both Brad's bawling and the TL yelling at me to leave the store and never come back. I figured that I was on borrowed time as is, so I just left and went home. So that's six years at Target coming to an end just like that.
