Those flimsy azz critters always messing my stow flow up. Taking up so much space in my bag to the point I gotta pull all of them out just to get a box in.
They couldn’t be born as boxes, they are all bastards.
Okay, I feel better now. Sorry for my little rant.
In the beginning you’ll think you’re killing it….right up until those bags start to fill up and you’re crawling through flimsy as Jiffies trying to find a spot to add a box. All while the conveyor is vomiting boxes at 90mph, just waiting for you to lean in too far so it can take your head off with a heavy that just might have a piano in it.
Then you ask for help and some cocky ass mgr manages to rearrange 100 packages in one bag, make it look nice, then look at you like you just got cured of Down syndrome yesterday.
Oh, not to mention the finger scanner that will wait to you added a package, went to get water, took a shit came back, scanned another package only to tell you that you need to rescan the last package to move on….All while the devil machine is still vomiting Jiffes, boxes causing the alarm to sound like it’s the end of the world.
I love this place!