Anyways, I have 3 stories that I'll keep short with one common theme. Hints as to what the theme is: smoking is outlawed at businesses like W, and the smell of cigarette smoke makes me extremely ill.
Story 1: This happened one of the first weeks I was working. I was doing the "hole" in our drive through (taking money, heating buns, doing dishes, etc), and a group of custies come up. I cannot see into the car. All four custies were smoking. I tried to hold my breath and not make it obvious that I was as I took their money and counted out their change.
Apparently, I didn't do a good enough job. As I counted, the driver pointed it out to his mates (who laughed) before inhaling through his cig. I turn around to give him change when he blows all of it straight into my face. I just about fell flat onto the floor. Hay (who was a manager at the time) came over after they left to see what was wrong.
Story 2: This happened two days after the first, right before Hay left for a new company. I was pulling nearly 40 hours, which I was not used to, so I was feeling very ill. The only things that made this worse was that there was a tornado that took out power in a large area, so people were coming in droves for food, and Grilldick. (Name changed to protect imbecile) Grilldick would curse at everything, point out all of your mistakes even if he didn't know how to do your job, scream whenever a customer came, and made clocking out when we were schedule to impossible because he didn't work.
This night he, Hay, Angelo, and I were scheduled to work. Grilldick went to the bathroom, came back later, as normal (in a better mood). Fifteen minutes until closing, I went to the bathroom. Before I could even step into the hall, I felt seriously sick and called Hay over. Hay came over to nearly be knocked off her feet by the smell of smoke.
While I did my thing (while holding my breath), Hay asked Grilldick and Angelo. Angelo didn't smoke, he wanted to be in the best shape for when he shipped off to basic training. Hay knew I didn't smoke, neither did she. That left Grilldick.
Grilldick went berserk. He first accused Hay of being sexist, called me a series of names that would make sailors turn red, grabbed new dishes to scratch them up with a box cutter (out of my hands), and destroying what he could. Thankfully, Hay kicked and clocked him out while Angelo helped me finish closing up the store. The next day Hay called me to tell me to take the day off, she scheduled people to cover Grilldick, Angelo, and I for the next two days. Grilldick was fired.
Story 3: Most recent one~ Hay had just left, so we got a substitute manager from another store (who has the same name, so she's Hay2). Just like in story 2, I went to the bathroom to be knocked off my feet by the smell of smoke. I asked the others, as I knew they went there, if they smelled it.
Nope, no one smelled it. Hay2 even went to check. No smoke. I swore I was going crazy until after I clocked off. The sandwich guy pulled me aside and told me that he did. Who was the smoker though? Hay2. He wasn't going to rat her, nor was the grill guy, in fear of being fired (both of them smoked). I wouldn't have said anything, until I heard about their fear. The next time I went to work, Felix was the manager. I told him about all of this (and their fear of retaliation). I haven't seen Hay2 since.
Sorry for the length, I'll keep next one shorter!