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Carlos Warehouse Chronicle XXII - Panda, Panda, Panda!

One of your duties as a Costco FE Supervisor is sometimes being tasked with completing the first audit, yet not be the auditor for the entire day.

It's taken a year of observations, but I finally decided that being the first auditor is like being a panda zookeeper in the video that went viral on Facebook, YouTube, and all other social media.

To give you some insight, you waltz down to the Membership Desk and Refunds Area with an RF Scanner Gun in your hand. Usually it's hot garbage spilling out of the 2 racks provided to store refunds done.

I was trained to move all the items over from the left to the right to begin the audit. But usually there is merchandise in both racks, mostly clothes. I kinda wanna scream Panda, Panda, Panda, like the song. And like the song, I'm not impressed with it.

By the time you're sent down there, there's only an hour or so prior to the auditor to show up for the day, yet you have more than an hour's worth of work ...

All the while you're doing the 1st audit more refunds are being done, and the work is piling in. So you dig in just fast enough to stay ahead or level of the amount of refunds arriving.

Again, like the panda zookeeper trying to clean the leaves in the panda enclosure while the mischievous pandas are knocking over the basket of leaves, holding on the broom and so much more.

I'm quietly grumbling in my head that I wish they would do me a solid by helping me stay organized, get done with the 1st audit so I could bounce out.

Trust me when I say, it doesn't happen. The opposite does, though. If I set box aside, I'll turn around and a pair jeans will have taken it place!

It never ends either, even after the doors close and no more returns can be done.

Despite it all, I still like performing the audit. As long as I remember it's like cleaning a panda enclosure with the pandas still in there. [SEE what I did there? LOL]

'los; out

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