Man alive, was tonight a night.
Punch in at Trader Joe’s, get my paycheck, and uh, then tell them that I’d be quitting in a week. Eh heh.
I start off on my nightly routine of wheeling items from the warehouse and breaking down pallets, and then I get the announcement that SEVEN PEOPLE (out of, like, 15) would be out tonight due to calling in sick or abruptly quitting. Well okay. I like fast-paced nights. I can get a lot more done, and it’s fun.
So I go back in the warehouse, loading cardboard into the baler, and a newbie asks me how to operate one of those mechanized jacks. The ones that are freaky hard to steer, but can lift enormously heavy crap with the push of a button.
I show him the basics, he nods in understanding, and then drives the jack RIGHT INTO TWO STACKS OF CASES OF GEROLSTEINER. Those’re the heavy, glass bottles of German mineral water. Before one can say “HOLY SHIT STOP THAT’S GLASS,” the entire warehouse is flooded with Germany’s finest.
So yeah, that takes about half an hour to mop up and clear all the glass away, until one of the full-timers comes over and zooms around, sopping up the excess in a Zamboni. :O
It’s back to work, just puttin’ the chipses on the shelveses, and I hear one fucking hell of a crash in the aisle next to mine – seems the spice rack had too many shelves rolled out, and it came loose from its backing wall. Jars of assorted spices cover the entire aisle – many of them broken – and there’s the rack, face down in the middle of the mayhem.
I don’t know. Bad, BAD karma. 7 people gone, flooded warehouse, broken spice rack, all in the same night. Maybe it’s to balance out the most important thing that happened with ME tonight, though:
I told this cute cashier that applied to TJ’s on the same day as me that I’m leaving for school in a few weeks, and she gave me her number, saying we should hang out. Now I don’t really know anything about her – I just sorta stutter when she asks me how I’m doing from time to time – but yeah. If I call her up, what should I suggest we do? Should I ask her what she likes? See if she’s doing anything? I don’t know.
And no, this is not a valid suggestion.