Came in this morning to a line full on both sides with toy transition. A trailer with the line still inside, a bale, puddles of broken jam jars, plastic bags everywhere. Bales outside in places they shouldn't be, like the far side of the storage units. FDC pallets outside. A recall for bedding with 2 pages of DPCIs to look through. Frozen pizza defected out on the 21st,
packaging still intact. A pile of repacks in front of an empty pallet because fucking flow team, that's why. A pile of salvage because I have absolutely nowhere to put pallets right now. An ETL who keeps asking me when I'll get to the backroom's defectives (because that's my job now?) and seems to be ignoring the mess that is the line. A PDA that I couldn't reboot to hopefully unfuck the nearly unresponsive touchscreen. I had to press very hard on the screen (to the point I was worried I'd break it) just to get anything on the bottom half to register. Somebody decided it would be a good idea to make the milk pallets disappear and just stack the crates against the wall so tomorrow I get to hear everybody complain about how lazy the milk driver is for not taking the time to collect and palletize them.
Somewhere while trying to deal with all this I got a little frustrated and hit the overhead door (which since Thursday, has been trying to kill someone every time it opens). Cue having to get x-rays to make sure I didn't break anything. Waiting on the final verdict, but for now I'm wearing an awful brace for the next few weeks and waiting anxiously for the bill.
Lesson of the day: I need to learn how to count to 10 and take a deep breath. Or two. Maybe three.
