Greasebarge doesn't know how to run Grocery at Target. I recently just remembered these stories in the shower this morning, and I knew that you lot would get a kick out of it. For 6 months from July 2015 to December 2015, I worked at the local target in the Meat department. The work was easy enough, unload the truck, deliver all the means to the cooler, push the new product onto the display, and anything left over gets put on the racks in the cooler in the back room. Every time the display get empty, the product that's on the shelf in the back goes out. At the end of the day, or in the morning if I opened, I put discount stickers on anything that had to be sold in 3 days, or a bigger discount if it was supposed to go out that day, or pull it and register it to be tossed if it was expired. Simple enough work; not glorious, but much better work than when I was a cook at Beetus-doba.  The first story involves a youngfat, or at least a youngfat compared to some of the people that worked at the old target, that was in charge of ordering milk. We get a milk delivery twice a week, one on Wednesday, one on Saturday. I was never in charge of ordering milk, that was in charge of another LOD (leader on duty) who supervised the different sections of the store. The LOD in charge of ordering milk, we'll call her Laura, was the youngfat in question.  She was recently promoted to LOD of the grocery section, and since she evidently had no idea how grocery work, there were several issues. For starts, I ended up getting orders of brisket from the management. Now the brisket, I will say this now, does not sell. It keeps for one or two months, and we'd normally barely sell two or three out of a package of twelve. There was a point in time where I had three of those fucking boxes, all of which weigh upwards of 50 pounds each, sitting in the cooler just sitting around. It didn't help the fact that one of the boxes had been gouged in the bottom by something, and it took upwards of several days, (to the point where I had to open the box and stuck my hand in a mess of raw meat) to find it out and had to throw out several hundred dollars of meat. Back to the milk delivery though, the situation was even worse. Because the fucking lardfat didn't know how to order milk, we got three full loads of milk in a row; full load being when we have absolutely no milk in the store. Now that cooler where all the milk is is tiny, and trying to fit thirteen pallets of milk in there was impossible, and when another five came the next week, it became even worse. It turns out that Laura had put in her two weeks. Fuck you, you butter huffer.