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Originally Posted by Brendone
I feel like I won the Crappy Tire job lottery, sporting goods. Don’t think I received any sort of training for any of the stock.
“Here’s how the shoe sizer works. Guns and ammo key is on the hook behind the door. Have fun!”
Quite night? Let’s fire some cross bow bolts into the wall, then ride stock buckets down the warehouse conveyor. Good times.
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Sporting Goods was probably alright. Like I said before, working in Auto Parts sucked a big sloppy one.
1. 99% of the people walking through the door start at 'Level 10 Pissed' because their POS Car is broken and they're going to try and repair it themselves and before you've said a word they think you're trying to rip them off.
2. Our inventory was awful. Both in quality and quantity.
"We've only got the crappy discount brake pads and we've only got 1 of them. Whats that? We have 'a' rotor...yes. No they dont come in pairs. Yes it was manufactured in Uzbekistan...no, 'The Wall' hadn't fallen yet."
Maybe one day I'll post 'returns' stories. I got tasked with a lot of that because "I know a lot about cars."
I put that in quotation marks because in the grand scheme of things I dont really know 'a lot about cars' I'm just not a complete idiot. The caveat to not being a complete idiot though is that I also really DGAF about a giant company like Canadian Tire while I was a 18-year old slave.
Sporting Goods must have been awesome, I actually bought my truck off of our Sporting Goods manager, that guy was great. I'm convinced he was stoned most of the time...but its Sporting Goods!
SG is easy!
"Hello there friend, I'm here to buy my son little Timmy his first bike! Then some hockey sticks so we can play road hockey on the driveway after we go for a ride and have ice cream! Yayy!!"
Auto Parts:
"I need some GODDAMNED SPARK PLUGS!!! And those stupid WIRES GODDAMMIT!!!"
Although...it is nice to hear that riding stock buckets is still tradition. We didnt have a conveyor though, just a really steep staircase. Sometimes we used the steel carts but that came with some problems of its own.
Steel...has a tendency to be rather unforgiving.
Also I remember the giant box crusher machine.
"She's stuck again, get in there and start stomping!"
- "Are you goddamned insane? Its literally a crushing machine. No way. You get in there and start stomping...I'll be out here and I'll just fold the boxes by hand and throw them in the bin.
What a job! What. A. Job.