My Single Mom Life

My sister has used a self storage place here in town a few times when she went from house living to apartment living, and then back to house living again.
It's the only way to keep all your furniture and stuff in between moves so you don't have to start all over again.
She used a place down on Bee Ridge, but when I was the shipping and receiving manager for Pier 1, (yes, I do totally miss that job. I miss working so much) we sometimes had to use a public storage unit for over flow.

At one point during the years I worked there, we had gone from a manager who kept a reasonable supply on the sales floor and stockroom, to a hyper manager who thought 30 of every wicker piece of furniture needed to be had at all times.
It was crazy when she took over ordering our furniture pieces.
I remember very clearly when she took over the job from me, the one I had been trained to do and be reasonable about.
I mean really, how many people are actually going to buy a wicker chaise?

But anyway, she took it over and that very first shipment was atrocious.
The truck driver opened the back door and I nearly fell over.
Angela (Angela was our first assistant manager, I was second assistant and shipping manager) and I looked at each other and said almost in harmony, "WTF?"
There were literally, 30 pieces of every piece of furniture we sold in the store.
No one ever had come in to the store and ordered whole sets.
It was very rare that someone would come in and order the entire line of one style of furniture, so this shipment was insane.

We unloaded it in our usual time frame though.
Angela and I had an awesome system for getting that truck unloaded and into the stockroom.
But when we finished, there was absolutely no room in that stockroom to walk.
There was no path for safely escaping through the fire exit, the fire alarm was buried under a stack of wicker chairs.
The fire extinguisher was nowhere to be seen, and Angela and I made the executive decision to move more than half of the shipment to the storage unit down on Clark road.
We didn't care what the new manager would say, we cared about what the fire marshal would say if he walked in.
We knew that leaving all that stuff was a serious hazard, and we'd get nailed for it.
So we grabbed the store delivery truck, loaded it with about 15 of everything, (not all in one trip mind you) and made multiple trips to the storage unit.
It was done so quickly and flawlessly, that the manager never even realized we moved half the shipment.
We continued to have to do it this way until she finally moved on to a new store, and Angela was promoted to store manager.
We then went back to our normal ordering process and eventually were able to get rid of the storage unit over stock during our annual 75% off sale.