To allow the gas in Morrisons chillers to be changed, we had to strip everything off every shelf that was chilled. I enjoyed this way more than I should have, putting my arm behind the stock, pulling it forward and letting it all fall into trays, laughing at customers with their questions and giving them hilarious answers, making references to stripping to passing girls and laughing at the staff who kept lifting the heavy trays the wrong way and hurting their backs.
The company hired to change the gas was Honeywell. I had already witnessed the incompetence of this company before, every time a chiller leaked and flooded an aisle, they would come and stick the pipes back together with tape and blu-tac. From the start it was quite obvious that these clowns didn�t have the slightest clue what they were doing. They all looked completely lost and clueless and managed to break the lights before they even started on the job they were meant to be doing and blamed it on a poor girl just doing her job. Being the only person with a brain in there I was expecting to walk in the next morning to a shambles. I wasn�t disappointed. The clowns were still there, looking just as lost as the night before, all of the chillers were displaying a temperature of at least 5 degrees over the maximum and one of them was completely broken. One of these highly skilled cowboys decided to attempt to fix the broken chiller....with a blowtorch. I then walked into the chill corridor to find it flooded, and then into the meat chill to find the fan wasn�t blowing out cold air but water! It was raining! A few days later I found out that the useless cunts had installed the WRONG GAS! Really now, hiring the cheapest company might seem like the best way to save money but it sure as hell is not. And Honeywell weren�t finished costing the store money either.
A few weeks later the freezers were due to have the gas changed, so along came Honeywell on their horses with their Stetsons and lassos. More hopeless looking about followed and the wrong gas was again put in. Days later the company record for amount of waste created for a department in a single day was set. The freezers all broke, the stock all melted and so a grand total of �7000 worth of waste was recorded.
I'm not finished yet. A week or so ago I see Honeywell cowboys walking about the store. I of course expected something to go wrong and sure enough the fire alarm goes off. After evacuating all the retards from the store and discovering it was a false alarm, they all return, only for the alarm to go off again. And again. And again. Walking into the warehouse I see a Honeywell cowboy fiddling with an electrics panel on the wall, how the fuck is that going to fix the problems you've caused with the gas?
None of these incompetent tossers have the slightest idea what they are doing, ever since the gas was changed they�ve been in every day, just wandering about by the looks of things then when another problem develops, fucking off. To quote a manager on the phone, presumably to a senior member of staff at Honeywell "The guys just buggered off, knowing full well what�s happened" Be sure to whistle the theme of a well known old west movie when passing one of these twats, I recommend the theme tune from "The good, the bad and the ugly."
