I have a bitch I work with whom I will call ‘Druggie’. I’m pretty fucking steamed over the incident and would like to relate it to you all.
I worked with Druggie and Cool Guy on Saturday. I left early and, as is my usual procedure, threw away any shit I was tearing up/messing with.
As I worked on my paperwork, Druggie stormed past me and mumbled something about a mess. I ignored it, because I had cleaned my mess up. I thought she was mad because I hadn’t mopped the floor while she was on lunch because I had a line the entire time she was gone and couldn’t move from my register.
Leeroy walked past and snapped at me, saying, "If you left a mess up there, go clean it up!"
I told her I was sure I hadn’t, but if I did to let me know because I would go clean it once I was finished with paper work (I couldn’t just up and leave money unattended) and before I left. No one said shit to me, so I left.
The next day, I get in and Foofy stops me to say a note about me had been taped to the screen of my register that read, "I’m sorry, whoever gets this register, but Terah, I have a 1 year old to clean up after at home, I’m not going to clean up after you, too!!!!"
I was dumbstruck and was told the manager wasn’t upset at me, because no mess had been there and the worker on 3rd shift wouldn’t have cleaned it up due to his constant laziness, so either A- she DID clean it and left the note anyway, making her look like a whiner, or B- THERE WAS NO MESS LEFT.
The manager was pissed about the note being left and being taped to the touch screen. Not the moniter casing, but the screen itself. We’ll be having a meeting soon about shit like that.
So I went and asked Leeroy, "Did I leave a mess? I was sure I hadn’t, you didn’t tell me I had."
Leeroy: It’s not MY JOB to tell you to clean up YOUR MESS.
Terah: I’m not saying it is. I’m asking ‘Did I leave a mess?’ and, if so, I would have gone up to clean it. You didn’t tell me it was there, so I was sure I hadn’t left one.
Leeroy: I’m not going to tell you to clean up after yourself!
I was furious over the whole ordeal and refused to go help stock the cooler, which is my favorite job in the store. I decided that Druggie and her bestie could deal with it all day. Because I leave invisible messes laying around.
The next day I asked Cool Guy about it, and he said, "Oh, yeah, she was bitching the rest of the night about that. You left a pack of cigarettes on your register."
I guess my jaw was on the floor, RHU, because he laughed and nodded. "I told Leeroy and Druggie that a customer had given you a hard time about being 33 cents short and you probably left them there in case he came back."
THIS WHOLE ORDEAL WAS OVER A PACK, ONE PACK, OF SMOKES THAT I HAD FIGURED A CUSTOMER WOULD COME BACK FOR AND LEFT THEM IN PLAIN SIGHT SO THEY COULD JUST GRAB THEM AND RING THEM UP?! Is this the shit I get for trying to save her a few FUCKING STEPS?!
THIS IS THE REASON I HAVE BEEN TREATED LIKE SHIT BY MY FAVORITE SHIFT LEADER?!
I’m not putting up with shit like this from a crack-head who freaks the fuck out every time someone mentions ‘Random Drug Test’ (She actually does freak out over it).
I’m done RHU. I’m looking for a new job, and as soon as I find one, I fucking quit.
--Terah The Gas Slave