Average Day

Got in at 7. Poured over next week's add, marking any notable sales down for reference while writing my order. Pulled up my invoice from the previous Saturday's order, which was MIA on Saturday (when it was actually useful). Everything I had told my ASD Andy was out at the distribution center was in fact out at the distribution center (all but 2 unimportant flavors of Coffeemate.) Good. Not that Andy or my 3rd Scott actually check my invoice to see if missing items are actually out at the distribution center when I claim that they are, but that's another story. I really don't see how the distribution center can be out of Coffeemate, probably our biggest liquid dairy seller aside from gallons. Idiots. Made my way downstairs around 7:15, grabbed a cart, pulled out of dates, and faced things up a bit, and FUCK! I ran out of 18 pack eggs. Really really not cool. I'm not sure how I managed that.. but I called the distribution center and bumped up my order for tomorrow anyway. My own ineptitude aside, not too bad of a close the night before, which is a rarity considering just how fail our newly hired 5th is. Made my way into the back to check how my coolers were looking. There was a trail of milk coming from my liquid dairy door. Leaky gallon left on my floor had all but drained it's last drop. Fucking typical. Fucking courtesy clerks. Cleaned it up, and got back to it. Coolers were looking alright, although the empty wall of Coffeemate was a bit disconcerting. Filled what I could and faced over what I couldn't. I really don't understand how the distribution center could screw such a fatty pooch, but whatever. Really not my problem. Everything else in liquid was A++. I've made a lot of progress! Yes. About 8 o' clock now, got an hour to get my order in. Whipped out my telzon and started shooting things. Not much going on as far as sales this week, although I'm a bit annoyed that Tropicana 50% Calorie Orange Juice is set to be on display, when it's no where in the add, and the amount I have to order to make a nice display is more than I would ever consider ordering at any price, because from what I can see, customers that shop at THIS store don't give a fuck about calories. But if the order guide calls for massive shrink... ugh. I can already tell my display is going to look like shit this week. But again, not really my problem. Hit all my major sellers, feeling good about the order, although the amount of Coffeemate slated to come in following the last load's shortcomings is a bit aggravating. All in all, about 350 cases. A little big for a Tuesday load, but should be just about right. Around 8:45 I hop onto the break train and choke down an energy drink and 2 Kool Milds. 10 minutes later I catch up with Scott to let him know about the 18 packs. He already knows, and he's fine with it. We were a little long on our 12 packs from the last sale, and extra day of strictly 12 pack sales should help out. He calls me a beast for doing about $5000 on a Sunday. I'm new to sales numbers, but I can only assume this is good. Really though, Sunday was just another day off for me. Chat chat. Back to real work. I rotate my gallons and remember that Scott kind of sucks for ordering so many gallons of poor selling milk for a crappy promotion. Dates are running kind of close on a few racks. I've never had to deal with a 3rd who goes over your head to order shit, but I haven't been at this for very long, so whatever. Our ASD knows he went over my head with a few milk orders, and already gave him crap for it. So once again, not my problem. Promptly after rotating my gallons, I fill them. I pull out my empty milk crates (about 4 pallets today. Jesus Christ!) in preparation for the Darigold load. I didn't notice the receiving bay door was only about half open when I was pulling out my last pallet, and ended up having to re-stack the whole fucking thing. I think I should have choked down -2- energy drinks. It's about 9:30, and I hop back in the liquid room to work the non-Coffeemate back-stock. Get out at about 9:45. Grab a 6 wheeler and fill all 5 thousand varieties of nearly identical eggs. People are so fucking picky. I see no reason why we need 7+ different brands of organic eggs. I swear to god, if we sold a brand of organic eggs laid exclusively by chickens living in luxurious 5th avenue apartments, hand fed sashimi 3 times daily and fingerfucked to climax before bedtime every night, some asshole would buy them. asshole. Finish up around 10:30 and scramble to hit all the little things I would have time for if my hours wouldn't have had their teeth recently kicked in for the umpteenth time. Afterwards I manage to block and face my sections until they look ALRIGHT. and that's about it. ALRIGHT. It'll have to do. It has had to do, and it will continue to do. For everyone but Andy. asshole.