Out of the goodness of my heart today, I volunteered to bring in carts until the regular cart-pusher arrived, even though I already had a long list of things to do. At the early hour, there was no traffic, so it was easy to get all the carts in.
I also restocked the water coolers. Unknownst to me, the garbage bin I was using to truck them to the floor was broken (bent wheel). I rounded a corner, and the whole thing collapsed. The heavy water coolers tumbled out, and one got punctured. Water sprayed and dribbled everywhere, all over the floor, my boots and pants. I was not amused. I found an intact bin, put the coolers in that, and kicked the broken one out of the way. I gingerly carried the dribbling cooler out of harm's way, and wrote a note on it saying "BROKEN", pointing the puncture upwards. I then quickly mopped the floor. Dripping with sweat, I pushed the garbage bin out to the salesfloor, carefully navigating around crowds of mingling customers. With some effort, I slid the coolers in their place. A duty manager passed me several times, but did I get a thank you for helping out and doing a job that actually isn't mine (Store Standards didn't arrive until 10am)? Nooo.
After lunch, I spent the day alternating between trying to bin some stuff in the stockroom and helping Maria with Stationery. Not much was accomplished on my list.
I did, however, get a thank-you for bringing in the carts from the customer service lady. A simple thank-you can go a long way.
