I swear my butt is killing me, joking aside though he has found a new way to put one over on me. Because of this training I went to the other week it screwed everything up and caused my whole department to go straight to shit so it was Friday and I was still dealing with what was left of the other days load along with those accursed Minute Maid punches which take up the whole fucking cooler every time they go on add because the ware house sends enough for us to invite the whole town to a party. I am very careful to write a good order as I went a bit overboard on the last one and I go to the receivers cage to send the order and I noticed another order of 50-60 cases was already put in. I go into the menu to see what the hell it is and find out that my manager good ol Mr Slash and Burn ordered extra on top of what I had already ordered and most of it was stuff we didn't even need. As much as I would loved to delete all that extra stuff unfortunetely only receivers (back room managers) and managers can delete orders so I was stuck with it. I had all these crates full of creamers and he orders an

ENTIRE PALLET

of creamers. So the next day I work my load or at least most of it and there was no room for any of them. I would have put them in crates but there was simply not time so I had no choice but to stack them on the floor which is far from an ideal situation because whenever a wall load (yogurt, cheese ect...) there is always a milk load the next day and it is nearly impossible to fit a milk load into the cooler if there are boxes all over the floor. I was as I usually am off on Sunday but felt really bad for Jose who was the opening dairy clerk that day. When I came into work today things looked a lot better than I expected them too in part because the load for that day came early but am still pissed.