We had a guy who used to work at the store who is off in some big city trying to become some famous Hip-Hop artist, I guess? I’m not in to the Hipping or the Hopping, but whatever. I’ll call him CM, because I can’t think of a name for him. I’d call him ‘Dumbass’ because of this story, but he’s my friend, so I won’t.
For some reason, CM gets the bright idea to down a full pack of Stackers Energy Pills. He follows those later on with Yellowjackets and washes them down with a Red Bull. Then he sends in a Noz to see what they’re all up to.
Long story short, he ODs hardcore at work, while in the Drive-thru. He is shaking so hard he’s damn near bouncing off the floor, and if he held the wall, I’m sure the store would have shook.
Now, this other girl and I were with him, and we didn’t realize he’d taken all that crap. We just knew about the Red Bull. At one point, the other girl decides to mess with him, and tries sticking tape to his butt, but he keeps having to turn around and we just giggle, thinking he’s gonna catch us. In his paranoid state, he thinks we’ve done something to him and begins looking for what we’ve done. He is quite literally running aroud like a dog chasing its tail trying to find out, and ended up in the employee bathroom to strip naked to see.
Towards the end of the night, he crashes bad and we get worried about him, so I call my mom. My mom has done a lot of stupid shit in her life and it makes her the perfect candidate to call when something happens to a co-worker. She advised I give him milk and then bread and to make sure he finishes every drop of it.
Terah: Anything else we need to do?
Mom: Yes. Hit him in the head as hard as you can and tell him to stop doing shit like that, or I’m going to hit him next time.
So I gave him the stuff and sat in the back with him until it was finished off. He felt much better afterwards.
Then I smacked him in the back of the head for being a dumbass.
‘Watch your back.’
That’s not a particularly pleasant thing to hear, is it?
We have a new worker, who I’ll call Rat. He transferred from another store from our chain, and the manager was warned that he was known to go over management’s heads and go straight El. First day he worked with us, he told us ‘That’s just a nasty rumor’ and he left that store because of it.
And then it turns out it’s NOT a rumor.
One Sunday, I had a massive itch on the side of my foot. There’s a dead spot right next to where it was, so when that area itches, it is HELL to scratch. I moved to the back, but I could still see the front, and pulled my shoe off to scratch it. That was when Shift Leader 1 walks around the corner. She’d seen me on camera while getting change. I explain the problem, she says ‘Oh, okay. Just be careful and stay back here until you’re done.’
That next day, Foofy and I had a man walk in. We waited on him and when his transaction finished, he asked if we were the ‘Ghost Girls’. (Side note- we have a little non-profit ‘business’ on the side of investigating claims of hauntings in the area, so we get a LOT of customers asking this. Manager’s cool with people setting up appointments with us, as long as no one is waiting in line while we do it.). We chat with him for a few minutes over it and when another customer comes in, he leaves so we can work.
About 30 minutes later, I’m called in the office by Shift Leader 2.
Shift Leader 2: Terah, a customer told me you were walking around without shoes or socks on.
Terah: …the hell? SL2, I haven’t had my shoes off. They only come off when I’m in the back on my lunch break, you know this.
Shift Leader 2: Well, this same customer also said you were standing around, talking, and making people wait until you were done to wait on them.
Terah: Now THAT is a lie! I’ve been here all of 90 minutes, you can ask Foofy! I’ve been ratted on one too many times for something like this to even THINK about pulling that shit!
Shift Leader 2: I’m supposed to write you up, but I’m just going to let you off with a warning. Don’t tell anyone.
Now that was my first clue. I knew it couldn’t be a ‘customer’, because she wouldn’t have cared if I told Foofy what was going on. I knew it had to be Rat, because he had worked with me the day before, and was with me that day, too.
The day after this, Tuesday, Shift Leader 2 came up to me and said ‘Terah, watch your back. I didn’t want to say anything, but someone is out to get you.’
I said ‘No, no. It’s cool. I’m just gonna talk to Manager.’
I explained to Shift Leader 1 about my suspicions and the next time I saw the manager, I told her what I’ve said here.
You know what? She flat out said ‘Yes, it was Rat. He came to me saying you needed to be fired. I told him he’s not a Shift Leader at this store, and even then only I have that power here. I felt like nothing was done wrong. You were spoken too over your itch, and I watched the cameras. You’re fine, Terah.’
He went to El, saying that I needed to be fired. And Foofy, and Stumpy, and both my Shift Leaders. Pretty much half of my shift.
El came to the store and spoke to him directly.
The woman who is the boss of my boss came to the store, IN PERSON, and told this little weasel that the next time he tries going over my manager’s head, HE will be the one without the job.
What do you think, RHU? Is this a victory?