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The young man had quite a daunting task.
His task was not to pull pallets that were already in 'play*', and move them to the salesfloor, but to create MORE pallets to be in play. In order to do that, he had to go in the truck, which still had pallets to pull out, and sort out the mixed ones for the rest of the people. He looked at the clock.
9 o'clock, he thought to himself. He shrugged, and got started. He snagged a nearby pallet jack, and proceeded to find the first pallet. It had a smorgasbord of freight. Everything from lawn mowers to fishing poles to food. Weird mix, no?
He pulled it out, lacking any grace or even any regard for anyone's safety. Sure, he checked to see if anyone was coming, but if you cant see a potentially two ton pallet of merchandise going down the way, you're ******** blind.
He stopped halfway between a few pallets. Instantly, he pulled out his box cutter, and sliced the weak layer of shrink wrap and proceeded to sort out his first pallet. The lawn mowers to the garden center pallets, the pillows to domestics pallets, and the food to the ... er ... food, pallets. Everything went smooth as butter. He worked it until his pallet was completely empty, and parked it where he could easily reach it for later use. He had a feeling he would need it.
Back to the task at hand, he roared back into the truck and snagged another pallet. He looked it up and down, and then shrugged his curved shoulders. It was all pets. Dog food, in fact. He took it out of the truck and parked it where someone else could grab it. He was busy!
Back into the truck, he continued to work on the pallets until he was down to his last one. By this time, a manager had noticed his work. Ray, in fact. He looked at this young man and asked him 'Are you going to stay in the truck all night?'. The youthful man smiled and stroked his chinhairs to himself, wondering the same thing. He snagged the last pallet, finally, and went to figure out what was in it. Nothing but TVs. He smiled, finally pulled this last pallet out, and closed the truck.
He checked the time.
9:50. The other people had not even really moved. It was as if I was a blur.
********. Yes.
For the record, pulling mixes is a lot more stressful than it looks (or in this case, reads). I just make things look good.
So today was probably one of my better nights. Even Alex was singing my praises. I was on fire. Maybe it's because my evaluation is coming up. OHSHI--
But yeah, today was good. I think I proved to them, I want to move on. I want to move up. Soon enough, perhaps.
Gerri better learn to see me as an equal. Soon.
*Putting it in play refers to being able to take it out without incident. It's a term that nobody really uses. Just for the purposes of the story.
Decavolty · Sat May 09, 2009 @ 10:38am · 0 Comments |
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