Further Adventures at Wally World

Another time, I worked in toys and as we were a 24 hour store, we often had to cover several departments when we worked night shift. So this particular evening, I was also covering pets. Now what I know about tropical fish, wouldn't fill a thimble. I don't eat them and I don't raise them. Fish are smelly and slimy.
The department manager had shown several of us where the price was located on the tank and how to bag and mark them.Mainly what I remembered was that gold fish were 29 cent and she sold lots of them.
So all that evening I stayed pretty busy selling goldfish .
I soon realized that the same man was returning over and over for the funny looking goldfish. I probably sold him 100 or more . I thought he was really into fish or something. I should have realized that something was "fishy", when I sold him the last of those funny looking goldfish.
Finally , a cashier,who knew more about fish than I did, came back and asked me some questions.
Then a manager came and asked me some more.
That's when I found out that I had been selling those bug eyed, bulgy headed ones for 29 cents , when I should have been charging $3.00 each !
Hey they were GOLD fish.
They were all GOLD!

Adventures at Wally World

In my younger days, I worked for a while at Walmart. Yeah, Good ole Wally World. Well one day, we had a shortage of floor associates and I was sent to work in the dressing rooms answering phones, to give that associate a break.The garden shop called and asked that I please send a manager . I relayed the message. Minutes ticked by. No manager responded. They called again and "a little more emphatically "asked me again, to send a manager. I called out on the walkie-talkies. The garden shop called again. This time, the clerk was pretty agitated. "Tell them it is a LIFE OR DEATH MATTER!" I tried to discreetly relay this message, but still no response! The garden shop called again and said "Tell the manager that there's a DEAD MAN in the paper recycle dumpster!" So, me ,with 5 minutes training on procedure, spoke very confidently into the walkie-talkie, " We need a manager to the garden shop RIGHT NOW , there's a dead body in the dumpster!!" All of a sudden, there was this "whoosh" of air, as everyone within earshot of a walkie-talkie must have heard me .Everyone in the whole store took off for the garden shop. Including me. If we'd have been a ship, it would have capsized! We all spilled out onto the sidewalk, as two of Wally Worlds finest manager trainees went over to the bin and gingerly threw up the lid and RAN! Like it was a snake agonna bite em. The lid slammed back down with a great big bang. This caused the crowd to jump in the air! All of a sudden, the lid started rising of it's own accord and out came the face of a wizened old man.He crawled out and started cussin' and raising up a storm. Accusing us all of interrupting his "beauty rest."He claimed to be Sam Walton's nephew and we were all gonna be looking for new jobs! A big sigh of relief went through the crowd and we all meandered back to our jobs, laughing about it all. We were just glad he wasn't dead. Later, when I was in a discussion with the head manager, he explained to me the codes and how they were to be called. I explained that I knew there were codes for lost children, tornadoes, fires, and other emergencies, but I had yet to see one that covered dead bodies in the dumpster!

In my younger days, I worked for a while at Walmart. Yeah, Good ole Wally World. 

Well one day, we had a shortage of floor associates and I was sent to work in the dressing rooms answering phones, to give that associate a break. The garden shop called and asked that I please send a manager . I relayed the message. Minutes ticked by. No manager responded. They called again and "a little more emphatically "asked me again, to send a manager. I called out on the walkie-talkies. The garden shop called again. This time, the clerk was pretty agitated. "Tell them it is a LIFE OR DEATH MATTER!" 

I tried to discreetly relay this message, but still no response! The garden shop called again and said "Tell the manager that there's a DEAD MAN in the paper recycle dumpster!" 

So, me ,with 5 minutes training on procedure, spoke very confidently into the walkie-talkie, " We need a manager to the garden shop RIGHT NOW , there's a dead body in the dumpster!!" 

 

All of a sudden, there was this "whoosh" of air, as everyone within earshot of a walkie-talkie must have heard me .Everyone in the whole store took off for the garden shop. Including me. If we'd have been a ship, it would have capsized! 

 

We all spilled out onto the sidewalk, as two of Wally Worlds finest manager trainees went over to the bin and gingerly threw up the lid and RAN! Like it was a snake agonna bite em. The lid slammed back down with a great big bang. This caused the crowd to jump in the air! 

 

All of a sudden, the lid started rising of it's own accord and out came the face of a wizened old man.He crawled out and started cussin' and raising up a storm. Accusing us all of interrupting his "beauty rest. "He claimed to be Sam Walton's nephew and we were all gonna be looking for new jobs! 

A big sigh of relief went through the crowd and we all meandered back to our jobs, laughing about it all. We were just glad he wasn't dead. 

Later, when I was in a discussion with the head manager, he explained to me the codes and how they were to be called. I explained that I knew there were codes for lost children, tornadoes, fires, and other emergencies, but I had yet to see one that covered dead bodies in the dumpster!