Skeleton crews and unrealistic expectations - Recensione dipendente - ASM- Assistant Store Manager presso ALDI

I’ve done construction, delivered boilers to basements, built crates for heavy chunks of carbon, operated bulldozers and it was all easier than this place. We’re the Navy Seals of grocery store employees. I don’t even know if I’m being hyperbolic 🤷🏼‍♂️ I’ll go to other grocery stores and see employees standing around talking and laughing. What is this magical place??? TALKING AND LAUGHING! I’ve worked at Aldi for 3 years and don’t even know my coworkers names. We speak in grunts and nods. We don’t even have time for “good morning’s” If I stretch my arms above my head for a second in between customers at the register I’ll hear over the walkie *PSHP “box produce, run the scrubber through freezer, and clean the spot box! Go, now, GO GO GO!” SIR YES SIR! One time I came out of the bathroom and my manager was waiting, arms folded: Manager: “where were you?” Me: “uhh, the bathroom.” Manager: (looks down at watch) “it doesn’t take 37 seconds to use the bathroom.” One time I did 13 grocery pallets and 3 racks of bread before 9am and I wasn’t carried through a crowd of cheering fans while Gatorade was poured on me, instead, while I was checking out a line of customers, over the walkie: *PSHP “A box of Doritos was slotted wrong, watch what you’re doing, this is Aldi, not Walmart.” SIR YES SIR And the customers! Those wonderful creatures, farting while I’m on register, me, stuck there huffing buttfumes, trying to hide my gags. A poor old lady putting in the wrong PIN number for her debit card: “Do you realize what you’ve done? Now I have to leave my register open!!! TIME IS RUNNING OUT CALL 911!” I’ll be counting change and in my peripheral see a figure, mouth agape, angry I’m not acknowledging them: “Onion soup?” *SIGHS “ONION SOUP?!” Me: “Where? In my hair? Is there onion soup in my hair?! Oh CRAP! I need a napkin! There’s onion soup in my hair!” “No, Im asking where to find the onion soup” Then ask that! I don’t walk up to associates and scream “POO BOWL? URINAL?” when I’m looking for the bathroom. I’ve pretend called the cops in my head hundreds of times over these people: “911 what’s you’re emergency?” “This lady spilled blueberries all over and now she’s stepping on them!” “Sir, do you work at Aldi?” “Yes” *PAUSE “We’ll be right over.” And the “Aldi finds” people who camp out in tents and sleeping bags, running inside as soon as we open: “Where’s the vacuum that turns into a popcorn machine?” Me: “hahahah what? This is a grocery store hahaha” Then 2 minutes later my coworkers shows up holding a vacuum that turns into a popcorn machine and just shrugs. Now I just say yes to everything, assuming it’s all real. “The edible piñata? Yeah, aisle 3 prolly” AND THE BABY FOOD BOXES! I’ve almost had a nervous breakdown over those things. Who the hell invented them? “Let’s pack 15 squeezy baby foods into the most complex green puzzle box ever made using the flimsiest cardboard that bends like plastic, then we’ll tape it up so when they try and open it, only 14% of the box will be intact.” I’m being facetious. I think…I dunno. Maybe it’s not the HARDEST job, but it does get grating. Although, the silver lining is, now when I go to Target or any other store and I watch the cashier look at me, pick up an item, examine it, scan the item, put the item in the bag, then repeat that for every item, moving in slow motion, I’ll think to myself: “pffft, this guy has no idea what I’ve been through pffft I’d have this entire line GONE in two and a half minutes.”