– Monday, Feb 25, 2013 –
There was another incident at [Supply Warehouse] that happened to slip my mind in my last post…
Later on in the day, I was working on a process which we call a “Full Pull”, where we pull down all the boxes from our Top Stock in a designated section of the store, and stock everything we can on the shelves.
Then we label the boxes, and organize everything back into Top Stock to keep proper order of our supplies.
But, as I was trying to keep order and do my job, the sky started falling!
At first I thought that boxes were just falling down from Top Stock, but as I dove out of the way, it became apparent that it was more than that:
Large chunks of the ceiling and steel pipes were raining down from overhead.
What is one to do in this situation but panic and run around, trying to dodge the falling debris like an old Arcade Game?
I know what you’re thinking: “Why didn’t you just get the hell out of there, Dumbass!?”
Well, thank you so much for that little bit of advice! I sure would have been lucky to have you there with me so my primitive little brain wouldn’t have to work too hard…
(Can you hear the sarcasm dripping from my words yet?)
Yeah, getting the hell out of there was my first priority after diving out of the way of the first falling chunks, but the area was quickly blocked in.
Despite the fact that there is a distinctly finite amount of materials possible to fall, the deadly rain showed no sign of letting up.
I had to find a way to escape, before I was buried alive.
I stayed as close to the shelves as possible, using the area overhead as minor shelter as hunks of cement slammed into the Top Stock doors above and bounced just over my head.
My first idea was to push my way through the display shelves; just knock them over and escape through the hole into the next section over. I could just continue this method until I was safely out of the store and under clear sky —
— But First Ideas don’t always work.
I held the shelves and shoved, putting all my weight into the action — It wouldn’t budge!
I noticed what the oh-so-obvious problem was with my brilliant plan:
The small space in between the shelves of my section and the next one over was fast filling up with small to mid sized boulders.
… I’m an idiot…
More rocks and metal pieces bounced off the Top Stock doors overhead, and I got my second — and arguably much better — idea.
I stretched my arm up and popped open the Top Stock door directly above me, I started to climb the shelves, and kept a hand on the door to use it as a shield from the falling debris.
When I made it to the top of the shelves, I quickly scrambled up into the Top Stock cabinet, the thundering sounds of the Falling Sky rumbling like Armageddon.
I crawled to the other side, dodging the rocks that fell in between the sections I was crossing, and pushed open the Top Stock door to the next section —
— The Falling Sky stopped. I crawled out into the new section and noticed that nothing was wrong with any other part of the store!
The worst damn thing about this whole scenario:
Why did the Sky have to Fall only in the section that I was organizing? I mean, seriously?!
… When I came in to work this morning —
(Wed, Feb 27)
— everything was back to normal.
… Now I have to organize that section again tomorrow…