I missed the talk on cheese balls!
Kaukauna Cheese Ball. That's the monster.
I am both a sucker for them at parties and stocked them at the supermarket deli I worked at and angrily podcasted over.
Honestly looking back, it was a cake job, and I was just in a pressure cooker of poo. A do-over would see a very different me.
The cheese display at my kroger supermarket was called the cheese corral, and we were to date check it weekly. This did NOT please my manager, who would have preferred a date check of "never".
Weird parallel to my COMPUSA job where I did a store check for theft. Hint: High!
I filled two shopping carts with boxes that non-customers had cut open with x-acto knifes and stolen the product within.
This did not endear me to management. And I missed the point severely at COMPUSA. I thought it was a good thing to get the empty packaging off the shelves. Instead, it made my management look incompetent.
Same for Kroger. There were items up to two years out of date in the cheese corral. And it wasn't department locked. I once bought Pizza Bites for lunch, only to find they were SEVEN years out of date.
The manager acted like I was defrauding the store, when a customer response could have been quite worse.
It was a weird contrast. My training was both thorough and cautious. They had us flour our hands at start of shift, and dirty aprons were a bad sign.
I've got sensory issues, so my hands were clean, my apron was clean, and my brain was stupid. I'm surprised I didn't end up in management.
The one line that scared me most in training was that we never know when a customer is pregnant, and if we golly up, that baby can die. Clean food is no joke.
I've taken the "spit in food" joke personally for a long time. No food worker should ever stoop so low.
