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Originally Posted by I-Hate-Hulse
Bwhaha - Dalhousie Parts monkey here. Being lead by Managers who make Kevin Lowe look like Eisenhower, I too had the same level of dedication as you.
"Excuse me....what kind of hitch do I need?"
"Class IV...it's the only way to be sure"
"I can't get this oil filter off, can I heat this up with a butane torch?"
Uhh don't do that.
So many stories....
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Southland and MacLeod! Represent! So many stories...that was such a bad job.
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Originally Posted by Buff
I almost killed a guy at Canadian Tire one time and I didn't even know it. It is quite possible, had he died, that he would have been found dead and nobody would have any clue who triggered his death. It would have been assumed that it was a stupid accident. Was it actually me that almost killed him? I don't even know.
This one memory was triggered from Locke's post regarding climbing into the trash compactor to unjam it. One day at work a co-worker told me that he was clearing out a jam when suddenly someone threw stuff in and pushed the button. He scrambled to get out of there and nobody was around when he got out and tried to look at who to holler at. He said it was quite slippery in there and he almost slipped back in but he got lucky.
I mean, he was dumb for doing that on his own. In my many years there I never went in there but if someone did, there was always someone on the lookout to make sure nobody came and pressed the button... that wasn't fool proof though because there was two doors with control panels, one on the warehouse side and one on the garage side. I'm pretty sure we actually weren't allowed to go in there but I recall many people doing it.
And now this triggers another story.
One kid got busted for shoplifting. We were "renovating" our store and I was moved to the reno crew. We worked over night to take apart aisles and set them up in their new location within the store. It was a complete revamping of the floor plan. My particular part of this crew was merchandising the freshly re-located/re-built aisles.
Well one of the kids who was moved to the night crew was stealing stock. He would take it to the warehouse, slide into the trash compactor and climb out into the outside bin and leave it within the gate for someone to pickup and/or grab it himself later on after the night shift was over. It was quite the scheme the kid had going but he was caught and arrested shortly after someone became suspicious of him. It took the security guard a couple of nights of hiding out in the warehouse to observe him but they caught him.
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Un-jamming the Trash Compactor is CSR work.
So, for the uninitiated, CSRs are usually 15-16 year old kids, they're 'Customer Service Reps' and they're usually the poor bastards you see collecting carts from the parking lot in 2 feet of snow and -30.
They are the 'Expendable Army.'
They are the ones mopping up the vomit in Housewares and other effluvia from various parts of the store and in general if there is an atrociously awful job to do? You call a CSR.
They are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the Crappy Tire World.
I remember befriending a certain CSR he was like 15 and was one of those 'too cool for school' kind of kids, I forget his name but he was fun!
And the thing is, if you befriend a 'Parts Monkey' then he might be so inclined to call a different CSR for horrible work...
Anyways, we had a Christmas party and they literally sat the CSRs off in the corner at what essentially was the 'kid's table.'
So I went up to my CSR buddy and hatched a plan.
I was going to swing by the management table, say hi to them all, wish them a Merry Christmas, because I had a really interesting relationship with my Store Managers.
Half of them absolutely adored me and the other half wanted to shove me in the Trash Compactor and hit the button. There was no middle ground.
I loathed the whole lot of them.
*Narrator's Aside*
My boss in Auto Parts was so short you couldn't see him over the aisles, so I made him a little headband with a car's Radio Aerial antenna attached to it and a little clown-head aerial ornament so you could tell where he was.
Some of the managers thought that was hilarious and others were a little more murdery. Thats just the way it goes.
*Narrator's Aside Over - Back to your regularly scheduled programming.*
Anyways, as I distracted all of Management my CSR compadre was instructed to tear of a couple of arm-lengths of drink tickets from the roll while the managers weren't looking.
Oh man those CSR children got so loaded! They went home so wasted it was hilarious!
I understand there were some consequences for Management for that, but nobody seemed unduly concerned.