From Luka:

UUURRRGHHHH OH MY GOD. Fuck me sideways with Poseidon's trident.

My coworkers are IDIOTS.

Well, one is.

Let's call him "Daryl." He's new-ish. Anyway, today he was put on a register AND they gave him the Self-Scan monitor. (This is a Palm Pilot-like device that beeps annoyingly when a Self-Scan terminal has a problem.) The thing is pretty easy to use; you just touch the offending terminal on the touch screen and sort it out there. Usually the front end manager has this device.

Well, the thing makes the special beep that signals it needs an ID verification, so Daryl just pokes the thing and lets it do its business.

I inform him that store policy states that we have to actually go over to the terminal and look at the person up close in order to verify their age. It doesn't matter if we can see their gray hair and hunchback from across the store; we still need to physically walk over there.

Anyway, I tell him this. He nods and says "Oh, okay," like he gets it.

Not even ten seconds later, he proceeds to do the EXACT SAME FUCKING THING.

Oh my god, seriously?

Dude, we JUST had a talk about this, you ignoramus!

BRAIN PLZ!

At least "Alexis" was there today -- my awesome coworker who goes to the same college as I do. She's small and adorable and really intelligent! (If I didn't already have a girlfriend I'd totally be hitting on her, lol.) She broke the monotony enough to make me not hate my life.

But then I had to do cleanup. Fun fun fun.

I swept the break room and cleaned the tables, and stacked the chairs neatly. (Apparently I'm the only person who does this correctly, wtf?!)

Then I moved on to the bathrooms. (Side note: Our store just recently got remodeled, so the nasty-ass bathrooms we used to have are now very clean and nice-looking. I no longer despise having bathroom duty.)

Guess what I found in there?

... No, not poop. Good guess, though.

Actually, it was a (consumed) bottle of orange juice hiding behind the toilet tank.

What the fuck how long has that been there?! IT'S DUSTY!! WHAT THE SHIT.

Lazy coworkers much?

As if that wasn't bad enough, I came across not one, but TWO more partly-consumed drinks while doing re-shop later.

One was a bottle of Mountain Dew that appeared to have ONE gulp taken from it (jeez, what a waste! It was Voltage, too!) shoved behind some cat food, and the other was half a cup of coffee placed among the salad dressings.

Fucking pigs, I tell you. They're everywhere.

Well, that's enough horror stories for one day.

Until next time,

--Luka