Doing inventory Tuesday night, quote Cobalt, repeatedly: "What the fuck is this shit?!"
"Why are we taking soda from two different cases?! I HAVE to COUNT this shit! Take from one!"
"I'm going to murder someone: Why is the fanta and pibb xtra mixed together?!"
"....why did we start taking from the bottom layer of ranch before the top layer was empty?"
"....why are there multiple stacks of 9 boxes, rather than 10? WHO CAN'T COUNT TO TEN?"
"...................................................what the fuck is this shit? Why is there a stack of pizza boxes shoved back into the slot the wrong way, blocking all other boxes from going in??? The large boxes are put in right! why not the mediums?!"
"...oh, look, the drink cooler. Aaah, yes, we have two sections of lemonade. Why? I don't know, I give up."
So far my time training to be an assist manager appears to be summed up with two quotes:
"I'm very sorry about that, I'm voiding your payment right now, and we'll get that order out to you as soon as possible. Thank you for your patience."
and...
"Who did this?!"