The district coordinator, the Dark Lord of Krogrr?
People tremble at the mention of his name, whisper frantically, and scramble desperately to attempt to condition their sections in anticipation of the dark lord's march of death down their aisles.
Forgive us, oh Dark Lord, for we have fallen short and are unworthy of thy generous $7-an-hour blessing.
Yes, people getting panties in a bunch when members of the district office visit, NEVER GET OLD.
Most of the time, all these guys care about is the store looking good, no OOD meat on the shelves, and an organized backroom. Because they love showing up after a store got slammed by every customer in the galaxy, shelves being low can't be helped. No reason to go in heart attack mode over these people. I stopped caring years ago. I never even seen or MET the president of my division in person, in any store I worked at.
They came yesterday to our store. Every department was in hide the flaw mode and absolutely no work got done in meat & deli. Still have their 4 pallets of frozen sitting back there hogging up the freezer 2 days after they came in.
The district coordinator, the Dark Lord of Krogrr?
People tremble at the mention of his name, whisper frantically, and scramble desperately to attempt to condition their sections in anticipation of the dark lord's march of death down their aisles.
Forgive us, oh Dark Lord, for we have fallen short and are unworthy of thy generous $7-an-hour blessing.
Amen.
A true blessing indeed. Only the novice wizards from the cult of UFCW were able to negotiate such an opulent blessing after sacrificing their own members' futures.
