Yesterday was the last day of the 4th week of S.I.T. (Supervisor In Training) which was focussed on learning to perform return audits. As it sounds, the responsibility of the assigned FE (Front End) Supervisor is to audit the merchandise returns at the house for the day. It was also the first day I done 'dumpster diving'; twice in twenty-minutes!
As the auditor, you determine if you agree with the membership crew that accepted the merchandise as salable or non-saleable. I won't cover every painstaking detail, but here's a high-pass breakdown.
As I mentioned, items are either salable or not. If it can be sold then it's scanned in and returned to inventory to be sold yet again. If non-saleable then it's further classified to R.T.V. (Return to Vendor) or destroyed.
Most spoiled food in non-saleable therefore destroyed. The process is straightforward. Scan the label the returner placed on it, remove said label and affix to the Destroy Log, and lastly, throw away in the trash compactor.
My mind has been pre-occupied this weekend because of a girl. I call her Country Cutie. As I pushed my first cart of RTV's to the back of the store, I was mulling over what I should text next to CC. Once in the back, I gathered up the spoiled food items from the cart, and casually walk to the trash compactor. I have a guilty pleasure of hurling spoiled food into the trash. I looked down at my hands as I held a brown paper bag with Haggen's on it. The non-saleable label was on it. Because I was distracted and woefully unsatisfied of the text context, I unceremoniously pitched it into the trash, thinking it was filled with rotten food.
As the bag left my hands, my eyes widened in horror! "Why the hell did I do that?" I complain to myself. I NEED THAT LABEL! A panic washed over me momentarily. Then I composed myself to devise a plan.
Do a lock-out, get the label off the damn bag, and we're cool for school. At this point, my thinking is NOT distracted by the girl. I'm laser focused on retrieving the label. One of my co-workers illustrated how to do a lock-out. He did me a solid by offering me gloves, a step ladder, and a card board slip to lay on inside the chute.
I glove up, scamper up the ladder, place the cardboard down, lay on it belly down, hooked my boots to the lip of the compactor entrance and chute. I reach into the trash. I grab the tag off the bag, and he pulled me out by my boots.
We're done, right? Nope. Not so fast...
I do some other tasks in RTV before looking down at the label on my fingers. Well #FML because in that brown paper bag was a malfunctioning hand blender that needs to be returned to the vendor for credit. More importantly, it was indeed NOT SPOILED DAMN FOOD.
I groan in disbelief. What a kill-me-effing-now moment! My other co-worker, Megan, is crushing cardboard so I asked her to assist. Considering I just did this minutes ago, Megan, seemed to think I was an expert at this. The paper bag is now soaked in nastiness. I opened the bag while dangling by my boots, inside the compactor chute like a splayed out cat over water. Thank God for small favors as the blender was inside a Ziplock bag while inside the paper bag.
I crawl out again. Victory! I place the label on the bag, undo the lock-out, and raise my hands.
"Dumpster diving! Level? BOSS!"
I chuckled to myself as I stride back to Membership Desk. Of course, NONE of this would've happened if I just read the damn label carefully in the first place! Or second time, too!
Remember, kids: The devil is in the details!
#prettycountrygirls
#leadtodistracteddumpsterdiving
#ohlooksquirrel
#shiny
#SOML
This has been my C Note. Read my other notes, by clicking here.
'los; out
"With the red vest comes great responsibility!"
As the auditor, you determine if you agree with the membership crew that accepted the merchandise as salable or non-saleable. I won't cover every painstaking detail, but here's a high-pass breakdown.
As I mentioned, items are either salable or not. If it can be sold then it's scanned in and returned to inventory to be sold yet again. If non-saleable then it's further classified to R.T.V. (Return to Vendor) or destroyed.
Most spoiled food in non-saleable therefore destroyed. The process is straightforward. Scan the label the returner placed on it, remove said label and affix to the Destroy Log, and lastly, throw away in the trash compactor.
My mind has been pre-occupied this weekend because of a girl. I call her Country Cutie. As I pushed my first cart of RTV's to the back of the store, I was mulling over what I should text next to CC. Once in the back, I gathered up the spoiled food items from the cart, and casually walk to the trash compactor. I have a guilty pleasure of hurling spoiled food into the trash. I looked down at my hands as I held a brown paper bag with Haggen's on it. The non-saleable label was on it. Because I was distracted and woefully unsatisfied of the text context, I unceremoniously pitched it into the trash, thinking it was filled with rotten food.
As the bag left my hands, my eyes widened in horror! "Why the hell did I do that?" I complain to myself. I NEED THAT LABEL! A panic washed over me momentarily. Then I composed myself to devise a plan.
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| Dumpster diving, Level: BOSS |
Do a lock-out, get the label off the damn bag, and we're cool for school. At this point, my thinking is NOT distracted by the girl. I'm laser focused on retrieving the label. One of my co-workers illustrated how to do a lock-out. He did me a solid by offering me gloves, a step ladder, and a card board slip to lay on inside the chute.
I glove up, scamper up the ladder, place the cardboard down, lay on it belly down, hooked my boots to the lip of the compactor entrance and chute. I reach into the trash. I grab the tag off the bag, and he pulled me out by my boots.
We're done, right? Nope. Not so fast...
I do some other tasks in RTV before looking down at the label on my fingers. Well #FML because in that brown paper bag was a malfunctioning hand blender that needs to be returned to the vendor for credit. More importantly, it was indeed NOT SPOILED DAMN FOOD.
I groan in disbelief. What a kill-me-effing-now moment! My other co-worker, Megan, is crushing cardboard so I asked her to assist. Considering I just did this minutes ago, Megan, seemed to think I was an expert at this. The paper bag is now soaked in nastiness. I opened the bag while dangling by my boots, inside the compactor chute like a splayed out cat over water. Thank God for small favors as the blender was inside a Ziplock bag while inside the paper bag.
I crawl out again. Victory! I place the label on the bag, undo the lock-out, and raise my hands.
"Dumpster diving! Level? BOSS!"
I chuckled to myself as I stride back to Membership Desk. Of course, NONE of this would've happened if I just read the damn label carefully in the first place! Or second time, too!
Remember, kids: The devil is in the details!
#prettycountrygirls
#leadtodistracteddumpsterdiving
#ohlooksquirrel
#shiny
#SOML
This has been my C Note. Read my other notes, by clicking here.
'los; out
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