Wow, they sure employ some real idiots in our corporate office.
A few months ago, the company decided to do a "Big Relief Price Cut" by lowering prices on certain items in the stores. Good idea, however very poorly implemented.
Some brilliant person decided the "Big Relief Price Cut" tags should be noticeable so customers can tell what items are included. SO...they made the tags look exactly like our clearance tags! Problem with that...they look exactly like our clearance tags. Anybody ordering merchandise for the departments will take a quick glance and not order while thinking the item is on clearance. Hence, out of stock on a lot of the items.
Next brilliant idea....shelf bullets. They sent these red circles that say "Big Relief Price Cut" that we were to clip to the shelves at every item that was included. Hmmm OK, however the bullets are too big, customers walk into them, they get bent over and you can't see the shelf prices!
Hmmm OK, that's not working out....SO they decided to change the color on the tags from red to yellow since we use Yellow for sale tags (logic would dictate they try this first instead of the "clearance" colored tags). The tags came in on Sunday and I spent 4 hours separating and sorting the tags into which aisle they were to be hung in. Uh oh, somebody goofed and the tags had the wrong prices on them! I get to work this morning and am told "Throw the tags away, they're no good"...so I spent 4 hours sorting garbage.
Since the right hand never knows what the left hand is doing, somebody else decided that it would be nice to make the sale a permanent price change so they sent new regular price shelf tags for about 2,000 items. I spent 6 hours today putting up these tags, get to the last page of tags and the manager comes over "We just got an email, we don't have to put these up". Great.
The latest now is that we're supposed to get a reprint of the yellow tags on Thursday....another 4 hours sorting, and the idiots in corporate want them hung by closing Thursday. My manager laughed and said "yeah right".
I'd love to see the corporate yahoos work at store level for one month so they can see how much their screw ups affect the stores.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
You're NOT the only person on this planet.
While driving to *blech* WalMart this morning (my sewing scissors disappeared from my sewing box...must have run away with my straight pins, cuz they're gone too) I was nearly ran off the road by some idiot who really wanted to be first to the red light. That's all he accomplished...first to the red light. Guess who waited longer? DUH!
Please remember folks, you are not the only one on this planet, have some consideration for other people around you. (This goes double for the woman at Dollar Tree who kept hitting me with her shopping basket).
Please remember folks, you are not the only one on this planet, have some consideration for other people around you. (This goes double for the woman at Dollar Tree who kept hitting me with her shopping basket).
Saturday, August 8, 2009
DUH moment at WalMart
No, it wasn't mine. I can't stand the WalMart in my area. The employees treat you like you're an interruption to your day, and if you complain to the management, they treat you even worse. I once had a manager say "This is WalMart, not Von Maur". I only go there to buy fabric because the fabric stores by me have all closed.
I went to get fabric to make a couple "Hawaiian" shirts. While in the store I was run over by at least 3 people with shopping carts, and at least 10 kids running around lacking parental supervision.
Get checked out by one of the "you interrupted my day" cashiers, who had trouble counting out the 20 cents she owed in change, head to the parking lot where I almost ran over a woman carrying a toddler (looked around one year old) who just walked right behind my car as I was backing out. To top it off, she put the kid down and let her run around the parking lot...WHILE THERE WERE CARS MOVING!!!! Um HELLO!!!! Anybody with half a brain knows you don't let your one year old run around the WalMart parking lot!
I went to get fabric to make a couple "Hawaiian" shirts. While in the store I was run over by at least 3 people with shopping carts, and at least 10 kids running around lacking parental supervision.
Get checked out by one of the "you interrupted my day" cashiers, who had trouble counting out the 20 cents she owed in change, head to the parking lot where I almost ran over a woman carrying a toddler (looked around one year old) who just walked right behind my car as I was backing out. To top it off, she put the kid down and let her run around the parking lot...WHILE THERE WERE CARS MOVING!!!! Um HELLO!!!! Anybody with half a brain knows you don't let your one year old run around the WalMart parking lot!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
"Mine" means I own it and you can't have it.
A couple issues that happened this past week:
It seems my private driveway has turned into a public parking lot. Not really, but the neighbors seem to think so. I live in a townhouse so the driveways connect, it looks like a 4 car drive, but it's really two 2-car drives. I can't count how many times I've come home from work only to have to knock on the neighbor's door to have them move a visitor's car from my driveway. Last night the visitor asked "why don't you just park in the street" well, because it's MY driveway, I live here, I pay rent, I park here.
Second, I live with a bunch of pigs. My brother eats anything that isn't nailed down. I'm constantly chasing him out of food that I buy for myself. Just because I didn't eat it the minute I brought it in the door, doesn't mean I'm never going to. I just don't feel I have to eat everything faster than a bargain hunter at a 75% off sale.
It seems my private driveway has turned into a public parking lot. Not really, but the neighbors seem to think so. I live in a townhouse so the driveways connect, it looks like a 4 car drive, but it's really two 2-car drives. I can't count how many times I've come home from work only to have to knock on the neighbor's door to have them move a visitor's car from my driveway. Last night the visitor asked "why don't you just park in the street" well, because it's MY driveway, I live here, I pay rent, I park here.
Second, I live with a bunch of pigs. My brother eats anything that isn't nailed down. I'm constantly chasing him out of food that I buy for myself. Just because I didn't eat it the minute I brought it in the door, doesn't mean I'm never going to. I just don't feel I have to eat everything faster than a bargain hunter at a 75% off sale.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Getting nowhere as an American
This has been an issue with me for quite a long time.
Some background: My mother's ancestors founded Massachusetts. Two of them are signers of the Declaration of Independence. My father's ancestors were on the beach to greet them when they got here. Basically, my family has been in the US since the beginning. What does that get me? Absolutely nothing.
I bring home $280 per week from my job. That's 40 hours a week, after deductions. This is the money I live on. Last year I filled out the application at my son's school to get free fees and free lunches. I was denied. Their reason--my income was too high. That $280 is half of what is printed on the guidelines that are published with the application. I tried to appeal, and was told I could not appeal but I could reapply if the situation changes. I reapplied but the second application was ignored.
This year I applied again. The information remained the same except I changed one thing. Instead of marking "Caucasian", I took advantage of my father's ancestors and marked "Native American". We were approved.
Isn't it sad that you have to be either a minority or an illegal alien to get anywhere in the US? Being an American in America means nothing anymore. That's very sad.
Some background: My mother's ancestors founded Massachusetts. Two of them are signers of the Declaration of Independence. My father's ancestors were on the beach to greet them when they got here. Basically, my family has been in the US since the beginning. What does that get me? Absolutely nothing.
I bring home $280 per week from my job. That's 40 hours a week, after deductions. This is the money I live on. Last year I filled out the application at my son's school to get free fees and free lunches. I was denied. Their reason--my income was too high. That $280 is half of what is printed on the guidelines that are published with the application. I tried to appeal, and was told I could not appeal but I could reapply if the situation changes. I reapplied but the second application was ignored.
This year I applied again. The information remained the same except I changed one thing. Instead of marking "Caucasian", I took advantage of my father's ancestors and marked "Native American". We were approved.
Isn't it sad that you have to be either a minority or an illegal alien to get anywhere in the US? Being an American in America means nothing anymore. That's very sad.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Please avoid "reply all"
Somebody on my e-mail address book sent out one of those silly "getting to know you" quizzes, to all 100something people in THEIR address book. I usually ignore these, read them, go "how nice" and delete it.
In the last two days I've gotten at least 30 replies from people I don't even know because instead of replying back to teh sender, they hit "reply all" and sent it to everybody. What makes them think I want to know everything there is to know about them? Honestly, I couldn't care less.
Please refrain from using the "reply all" button on emails...unless you really want to tell 125 people what color underwear you're wearing.
In the last two days I've gotten at least 30 replies from people I don't even know because instead of replying back to teh sender, they hit "reply all" and sent it to everybody. What makes them think I want to know everything there is to know about them? Honestly, I couldn't care less.
Please refrain from using the "reply all" button on emails...unless you really want to tell 125 people what color underwear you're wearing.
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