After reading countless stories, I decided to pitch in for the first time. I work at the grocery store that decided to copy McDonald's and go down the Monopoly route! Joy. I've had one of those strange weekends-it's not even over yet-and I just had to share and ask the question of is anyone else having an odd weekend?
On Friday I worked the opening shift, 5am to 1:30pm, and as with any early morning it was slow. Customers were fine, albeit not that talkative so early in the morning usually just complaining about how awful it was that they had to go to work...at 8am. It wasn't until after my lunch around eleven that things got...shitty. Literally. I had just clocked back on for work when my manager asks if I would please clean the girls bathroom-we were shorthanded at the time so I said yes.
"By the way....wear gloves". I cringed at those words, those words mean that the bathroom is beyond foul.
"....Someone shit everywhere didn't they?" After my manager gave me a slight nod she said that she would check it out with me to see just how bad it was. We both did the walk of doom towards the bathroom...and sure enough the stench was present even before we saw the toilet.
There was shit on the toilet. Not in. On. Smeared. Honestly it looked like it was played with and they left a chunk almost as if it were leftover chalk. Now....how the hell do you miss the toilet that badly!?!? And why would you play with it!?
My manager stared in horror before telling me good luck and bolting. Damn her. After fighting to keep down my lunch-almost lost before I realized I'd have to get even closer to the shit to throw up-and cleaning and sanitizing the bathroom like it would be the cause of a zombie apocalypse, the rest of my shift went normally.
Today was an...awkward day. I was in the bathroom (I notice a theme with me and this bathroom...) doing my business and all that when I hear a guy enter into the bathroom. He calls out for his daughter, who was special needs and had just been in the bathroom playing with the faucets before I came in. I say quietly that she's not here.
He didn't hear me, instead he keeps calling for her, comes over to the stall I'm in, rattles on the door sees it's locked and looks over the stall door at me. He stares for a moment before going, "Oh I guess she's not here" and leaving.
I'm just glad he didn't come through my line...though I did see him three more times over the next two hours.
It was near the end of my shift when this old guy, he ALWAYS hits on me every time he comes in and comes in my line and makes a point to try and touch me -anyway I digress- comes in. He sees me, does a double take and freaks out.
At the time I thought he was just being weird and ignored him. It wasn't until I see him in a different lane just two lanes from mine that I realize why he freaked out. Apparently, he's married. I would have never known he was married because in the three years that he's been my customer he always comes in alone. ALWAYS. The whole transaction he was giving me this look and glancing at his wife like I was going to say something, I didn't; instead I ignored him.
I slightly fear for how tomorrow is going to go, hopefully not too crazy since I'll be closing. But for now I wish all my fellow retail slaves a good work weekend!