And I have good news as well as some ranting.
First, good news. Now that I don't need to work retail, I found the time to do something I love: volunteer in an animal shelter! Once a week (or more if I can) I get to go take care of a room full of kitties and help people adopt animals and it's been so rewarding. There is still a "retail" aspect when adopters come in. I basically "sell" cats so to speak, if the family seems like a match.
There's been some bumps in the road like the crazy lady who adopted a cat from us years ago, decided she didn't want it anymore, and brought it back. Except we had no room at the time.
What does she do?
Dumps the poor thing behind our building where feral cats live. Luckily, someone spotted the house kitty and we made room (barely.)
But past that, it has been great. I'll share more shelter stories and think of a new RHU name later though.
I'm not talking about a regular who has gotten to know an employee or visa versa. I am talking about people who just leave their phone number or something at first glance.
I think I'm average. Not hot, not ugly. Yet when I would don that hideous polyester shirt and smile, suddenly I was a fucking beauty queen.
I'm not sure if it happens to guys, but I know as a girl, my coworkers and I were asked out, given numbers, and even propositioned more than once.
And it bothers me a lot.
No, I won't take your number. I am paid to be nice. Do not mistake my minimum wage smile for flirting. Giving me your number opens the opportunity for prank calling, especially if you are creepy. (I only did this once when a real creep bothered me and gave me his number. I look like jailbait yet a 35 year old "gangsta" thought it to be ok to smugly slide his receipt to me with his number written on it. My husband called him, telling him I was only 16 and if he bothered me again the cops would be called. Never bothered me again.)
No, I won't give you mine. I don't even know your name let alone if you are some weirdo. My personal information isn't on the menu so go sit down and clog your arteries without getting on my nerves. This bothered me even more on overnight shifts. You're coming through Hurls at 2am and you are blazed. Uh. No.
No, I won't tell you when I'm on break/get off my shift. Even if you were remotely decent, I want to go home and scrub the layer of grease off. No one, not even my husband, would get in my way of a hot shower after working for 8 hours. Besides, a creep like you lies between pulling my own teeth out with rusty pliers and sacrificing my first born on my list of things to do before showering after work. I assure you, those aren't very high on my list.
No, I won't tell you when [other female worker] will be in. I'm not allowed to disclose that information to anyone, let alone a drooling sleaze ball like you. And again, if you are a creepy old man and ask this at 2am in the drive thru, I'm going to take your plate number for the manager, just in case.
No, (I can't believe I have to say this) I won't fuck you. You can go on and fuck yourself right on out the door and never come back. Cops will be called if you do. (And yes, someone thought this was ok. It wasn't directed towards me, but another coworker who is very pretty. I can only imagine what other crap she had to deal with.)
Maybe, if I was even single, and you politely complimented me and asked to get to know me better, you would get a yes or at least a polite no thank you. But you don't do that. Instead you mumble incoherently or act like a douche, and 9 times out of 10, you do it at 3am in the morning in your batman pajamas, baked.
Go back to whatever hellhole you crawled out of an leave me alone.
Anyways, thanks for letting me let off some steam. It's been a while since I worked at Hurls but those memories still haunt me! And I wanna hear your creep stories too. It'll make us all feel better knowing we aren't alone! :)
May all your custies keep their shitty pick up lines to themselves,