This Weekend Sucked

Yeah that's right , I said it sucked. It was so loud at IKEA that it was hard to hear yourself think. When I clocked in Saturday and walked out onto the floor it was overwhelming. Immediatly a customer jumped on one of the beds causing it to make a loud bang. The result was the bed had broke down the middle. I had to pull a new one and fix it as fast as possible so we could display it again.

While I was on the floor fixing the bed there was a customer near by pushing his kid around in one of the IKEA strollers. As the customer kept walking he didn't realize that his child grabbed one of our beds display banners that was hanging from the ceiling. By the child doing this caused the banner and the bungee that was holding it to fall to the ground. On that bungee were prices for 3 other beds so that means 3 signs down.

Not long after this was I helping a customer at one end of my department. From the other side I heard this loud crash and what sounded like marbles falling to the floor. As I was helping the customer I had to hold in a laugh for I couldn't even imagine what that sound could have been. Shortly after the crash I heard crying. I finished with my customer and saw that my buddy Pablo was standing in front of shattered glass that was scattered all over the floor. I asked him and a few other co-workers what happened and everyone seemed to only know bits and pieces of the story. Apparently this 8 year old girl was playing with a glass bedside table, someone said she stood on it another said she some how tripped and fell on it. Luckily it was safety glass but the girl still had scrapes and she bled a little bit. The girls family went to the bathroom to clean up, on their way yelled out my friend ( another co-worker) and than I helped clean up glass.

That was all Saturday. Sunday I went to work. Threw up. Was offered the chance to go home early but stuck it out and just had another one of those days. I can't remember much of it thank god, but I do remember every customer thinking I'm their best friend and therefore causing me to have full conversations while there questions kept getting more and more dumb. The customers on Sunday just wouldnt listen to explanations and I'm just going to save it for another day. The more I think of the day the more I remember and the more angry I get. I would rather leave it buried.

Well the weekend is dead. Hopefully clocking out Sunday was the end of a bad weekend not the beginning of a bad week. Wish me luck.