It's been a very long time since I posted, but with the new themes I had to share my story.
Back in 2010, I was a fresh high school graduate and worked at the burger chain that made it hip to be square. I spent many nights closing the front of the store, which meant I would have to mop everything up at the end of the night.
One night, early in my working career, I forgot my non-skid shoes. Let me tell you, it made that night awful. I slipped around trying to go back and get fries (which I had to do frequently because, if I remember correctly, our fry person that night would only run for drive-through) and in my attempts to just get orders together. But the worst was at the end of the night.
Boss told me to mop up once we'd closed. I pointed out that I didn't have my non-skid shoes, and boss essentially told me, "Tough." So I brought the mop out, doing my best to only stay on dry patches and work my way backwards. But of course, this doesn't work, and I end up taking a step, slipping, and falling flat on my back. I swore I could feel my lungs rattling from the force of the drop.
My boss and my other closing coworker laughed hysterically at me, rather than offer any sort of assistance.
I'm so glad I got out of there eventually.