That time the overnight shift turned into a cleanup disaster

Overnight stocking usually has a rhythm. You come in, unload, push, zone, clean up. But sometimes that whole rhythm falls apart in seconds.

Tonight, someone spilled an entire pallet of oil. It tipped halfway through unloading and poured straight across the dock and backroom floor. If you’ve never cleaned up cooking oil, let me tell you—it spreads everywhere. You can’t mop it up because it just smears, and putting down powder barely helps. It took us over an hour to just contain it, and then we still had to unload the rest of the truck.

While that was going on, we had two bailers jam, one of the receiving doors wouldn’t close, and the walkie kept cutting out. By the time management showed up, the backroom looked like a war zone. It took the rest of the shift just to get things semi-clean. Still got asked why we didn’t finish our freight. I just stared at them. Some nights, the store just fights back.

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