OMG !! LOL !!

So it turns out that corporate lackeys really don’t like it when you tell them “no.”

It’s totally understandable. I mean, they’ve gone through life, and the best they can manage, regardless of college education, is basically permanently working in a damn supermarket. I thought I was dealt a bad hand at times, but goddamn, that sounds like my personal hell.

So they have to live with this shit circumstance they have to deal with, then some punk decides that their opinion or decision isn’t worth considering, nay, they said it was absurd. Well, now what the hell are they going to do?

That’s simple, crawl to their superior like a dog with it’s tail between its legs and whine.

On Wednesday, at 5-5:30 I was asked by the Manager On Duty as to whether or not we were going to put in another run of rotisserie chickens in. I decided that that was a silly idea, because there were plenty of chickens still in the heater for customers to grab (far more than I have seen at that time for the past month,) they weren’t on sale, and they take an hour and a half to cook. By 6:30-7, I generally prefer to have the oven cleaned, not just having a run removed from them. Not to mention, we have all excess chickens from the day brought into the cooler by 8:30 and we can only have so many to be used for cold chickens, so all excess has to be thrown out (pro-tip: that’s bad.)

Having decided that, I told the manager my decision that we would most definitely not be doing any more, since it would just be silly. I went back to handing more important things, like, you know, the stuff that was actually on sale for the week.

Cut to an hour or so later, we’re getting ready to tear everything down for the night and start getting into cleaning everything. The manager comes back and asks us if we have any m0re chicken coming out, where we tell him that we’ve got one last batch of fried chicken coming out, but that was it. No, he was talking about rotisserie chicken. There was less now than there was an hour ago! He made it sound like that was a bad thing or something.

We tell him that we didn’t do any because there was plenty left, and it wasn’t much of a concern since it wasn’t on sale. Besides, there was a decent number left, and there wasn’t much point in doing any more since they would be coming out at 7:30 at the earliest (we close at 8, and hell, we have no obligation to worry about chicken after 7, ) and besides, the oven was already cleaned. Why dirty it again for one fucking run?

He then says “But I told you an hour ago.” To which we say “Well, that’s too bad.”

Come well past 7 and there was still some chicken left, to which we claim our victory, for clearly, we made an okay decision.

Except Mr. Bigshot Manager didn’t think so. I come in today to pick up my paycheck, and I go over to my department to say my hellos and shoot the shit for a little bit, where one of my coworkers tells me what they now have to do thanks to the decision that was made.

We now have to throw in a run of chicken at 4-4:30, regardless of how many chickens that are already out. It’s hilarious to note that there were probably 25 or more chickens out for people to grab at the time when I was there, and that was at about 5. We laughed because we couldn’t imagine the sheer number of chickens that would be brought back into the cooler tonight. We also laughed at how stupid a policy like that is, since we try to avoid having excess product out.

See, excess product is bad. It’s okay when it’s a sale item, because that will always fly, especially if it’s a good deal. However, if it’s an item that’s not on sale, excess product usually leads to product that has to be thrown out. And product that is thrown out is lost profit. We can keep some chicken for another day, since we resell it as cold chicken, but that doesn’t sell as well, so we only need 5 or so cold chickens a day. Anything more than that, and the department manager (aka the “important” manager) goes nuts, because she needs to find some use for that excess chicken, because it’s better to use it than to lose it.

Now do you see how ridiculous of an idea it is? This was but the shit icing upon the shit cake that is as to how poorly managed my store is.

No, wait, that was when my coworker told me that the store manager was considering firing people that came in late because “they waste money.” That’s right, people coming in late is a loss of money and must be stopped, but creating a system where you’re routinely throwing money into the trash is not.

I honestly wished these shitheads stopped trying to come into my department to tell me how to run it, when honestly, they have not a clue in the world as to what the hell is going on.

Also, I’m supposedly going to be written up over this whole ordeal. Excuse me while I die from laughter, because that’s going to be the funniest pile of bullshit I’ll ever witness.