Let's give a round of applause to Without Nametag for reaching Monster Blogger status on RHU!
So I posted a few weeks back about having to work a job at a gas station sometimes, and being yelled at by a pump jockey. She hasn't said anything the last few times that I've been in, but it's put me on edge a bit when I go into that convenience store.
A woman I hadn't encountered before was working the registers when I went in to work, and she was rather chatty. She asked what I was doing, and I replied that I was collecting data. Then she asked if I liked it.
"Depends on the day," I answered, sharing a retail slave smile with her. "Some stores I like working in, others not so much. This store makes me nervous sometimes. One of the pump jockeys makes me feel like everything I do is wrong and unsafe."
I lowered my voice, even though the pump jockey was outside. "I think her name is (name)?"
"Oh." She kind of laughed. "Yeah, you're not the first to feel like that."
I got the feeling like Pump Jockey was hyper-safety-conscious with everyone, and that it annoyed quite a few of her coworkers. I joked a bit with the register girl before going outside to carefully collect some information out there.
I was standing on the sidewalk by the busy highway, working, when I was approached by another pump jockey. "Hey, sorry, but you can't work there unless you're wearing safety glasses."
WTF? Safety glasses?!
Apparently, my expression was a good one, because he grinned. "Naw, I'm just screwing with you. I overheard you talking to the girl at the register, and I couldn't resist."
Damn, RHU. I got punked by the gas station guy. I hope these jokers are there next time. They might have just changed my mind about this store.
Here's to coworkers that don't suck,