They mean the corral. That's why the stores have the corrals spread out in the parking lot and hire people whose job is partly to bring the carts in.
As an introvert, doing a "cart run" was my temporary reprieve from the horrors of retail.
I had that job in high school. When I first started, someone who'd been doing it for years was showing me the ropes, and he pointed out that sometimes people who live nearby the store would just walk to the store, then walk home with the cart, and leave it at the apartment complex, so he would (and thereby I should) periodically walk down there to collect them.
I initially thought this was complete BS and I hated that I was being asked to do it. After the first week or so, I realized what was actually up: He was inviting me to take paid breaks every hour or two, during which I got to take a leisurely 20 minute walk down the street and back, and not have to deal with customers or managers or anyone else, and he'd managed to sell this to management as a benefit to the company. He was an awesome co worker.
that dude is a genius.
I actually did have to retrieve carts that were taken from the store, including one of those electric scooter carts. Idk how they manged that, the motors on it could barely cross the street.
Ugh I hated that job. People would put mix the trolley sizes in each queue in the corral and I would want to release anthrax. I would be able to predict who was going to block up a corral of small trolleys with their jumbo trolley, just from the shape of their stupid hanging face.
They mean the corral. That's why the stores have the corrals spread out in the parking lot and hire people whose job is partly to bring the carts in.
As an introvert, doing a "cart run" was my temporary reprieve from the horrors of retail.
I had that job in high school. When I first started, someone who'd been doing it for years was showing me the ropes, and he pointed out that sometimes people who live nearby the store would just walk to the store, then walk home with the cart, and leave it at the apartment complex, so he would (and thereby I should) periodically walk down there to collect them.
I initially thought this was complete BS and I hated that I was being asked to do it. After the first week or so, I realized what was actually up: He was inviting me to take paid breaks every hour or two, during which I got to take a leisurely 20 minute walk down the street and back, and not have to deal with customers or managers or anyone else, and he'd managed to sell this to management as a benefit to the company. He was an awesome co worker.
that dude is a genius.
I actually did have to retrieve carts that were taken from the store, including one of those electric scooter carts. Idk how they manged that, the motors on it could barely cross the street.
Ugh I hated that job. People would put mix the trolley sizes in each queue in the corral and I would want to release anthrax. I would be able to predict who was going to block up a corral of small trolleys with their jumbo trolley, just from the shape of their stupid hanging face.