Defying Both The Manager And Gravity
Our store’s policy is to rotate managers every few years. The current manager allegedly pulled some strings to get promoted.
Among all kinds of new rules that she makes up out of nowhere, and implemented immediately, is that all cardboard from stocking has to go on these 2×1-meter-long orange flatbed carts instead of in regular shopping carts.
We start at 4 am and I am stocking the liquor section on the other side of the warehouse from the cardboard hole. All my cardboard is small and doesn’t stack. This rule doesn’t work for me and I just am not having it.
I start my tasks and start chucking my cardboard in a cart anyway. The manager comes by to remind me to use a flatbed. I calmly and rationally explain and demonstrate why it doesn’t work for me. She says to do it anyway.
So, I pick up the cartful of cardboard and place it on the flatbed sideways and absolutely FILL that thing until it’s taller than I am by wedging huge sheets of cardboard in the sides and filling the middle with the small stuff.
Skip forward two hours: I’ve left this absolute monstrosity out during lunch and I am coming back. The manager is yelling into her walkie-talkie for my supervisor to come back and “look at what [My Name] has done.”
I’m in the next aisle straightening something and trying not to laugh out loud. My supervisor comes back and he’s visibly trying not to laugh while the manager screams about writing me up.
He calls me over and I just calmly say, “Well, it’s on the flatbed; I don’t see the problem.”
The manager stormed off and my supervisor didn’t write me up.