tw: blood. So much.
Jun. 24th, 2025 10:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyLet's catch up, shall we? Over the weekend I got to cross off "pool of blood INSIDE the store" off my unwanted bucket list because some 18 year old dude got into a bicycle accident, then possibly drove himself to the drugstore instead of the ER that is like, three doors down, and tried to bleed out via his foot on our carpet. None of the higher ups answered the call, again, so A's solution was to pour enough peroxide on the bloody pools to make a bloody foamy mess that I literally could not look at for too long without wanting to hurl. I made the mistake of watching (by accident) when she poured the second bottle on the second puddle and seeing the foam go flying was just confirmation that I could never be a nurse.
That and seeing, for approximately half a second, the pool of blood coming outta the kid while A was outside calling 911, again.
Since this is the second bloody Saturday we've had in 30 days, I'm starting to get a little vexed at her going outside to make the call, or continue the call, while leaving me to just deal with the chaos that is going on inside. I literally do not get paid enough for this and I didn't know what the fuck the plan was. I know what MY plan would've been, which would've been to have closed the goddamn store til someone came in to clean up all the blood, but since this aside started while the EMS still hadn't shown up and the kid was inside, I guess I jumped ahead a bit.
Maybe just let me know what the plan is? As it was, I moved from my regular register to the one farthest away from the mess so that people could then back up and go around (as best one could, anyway) the chaos. But later, when everyone was gone but the foamy, bloody mess was still there and only sectioned off by the only 4 wet floor signs we had and people were still literally trying to walk through the mess because heaven forbid anyone pay any goddamn attention to where they're going... uh, I had to practically hold their hands as I told them to go out the far door and for the love of all that was holy DON'T WALK THROUGH THE BLOODY MESS, YOU IDIOTS.
I feel like that's something I shouldn't have to say, both as a store shouldn't have that be an option and also people should be paying a smidge of attention?
I did try to point out that I was pretty sure that, based on what we'd heard from the time two associates got into at a neighboring store and there was blood at the front of their store that uh, we were probably supposed to at least call the SOC and report shit. She did not. To be fair, I don't know if they've ever given her the number for SOC so there's that.
I also can't even be too mad that no one answered because A calls them. A lot. And I'm pretty sure it was the SM's weekend off. Still, this is why y'all are salaried and we're hourly so... maybe answer the bloody Saturday night calls?
I really hope they actually got someone to clean things up because if not, I cannot imagine the smell. *turns exceptionally green* The smell at the time was bad enough.
Sadly, the person I thought might actually have insight into what should be done either overslept or just straight up didn't show by the time I had to leave. Sigh.
In better news, I went and got my permit yesterday. Again. Whatever. I'm still not looking forward to having to do the actual skills test, but I figured I should go ahead and get the written out of the way. Had I fully realized that yes, having had my permit before (and being ye olden age) would've meant I could skip the excessive (not really) waiting time for the skills test, I would've done this prior to the heatwave time. Probably. Maybe. Dunno, actually. Anyway, going to the DMV was about as fun as you'd expect. Lots of people, very loud, and a lot of waiting. Overall wait 15 minutes my ass. I should've cleaned my glasses while waiting but since I was juggling my purse, my paperwork, and my book that held my "maybe I can get my RealID?" stuff, I didn't really have the hands for it. Passed the vision test, got sent to the testing room where I was told absolutely NO TALKING and no cheating. Cool.
The dude who was in there nearly the entire time I was waiting was still in there and dude was talking to himself the whole damn time. Naturally my station was right next to him. Part of me wanted to say something after, but I'm also fairly certain he had to repeat the things to himself so he could figure out the answers. So... I didn't say shit, but did have to eventually skip questions that were obviously worded as traps because he was distracting as fuck. Hit my magical number of "yay, you passed!" questions, left the fishbowl of distractions, and went to pay even more fees. Yay. This is where I was asked if I was gonna take the skills test soon because if I got my physical card, I had to wait 31 days to take the skills test. I think. Seriously, this station was right under one of the speakers blaring out the numbers being served, and the lady was very nice but made me seem loud. I went ahead and got my ID made same day, which meant going to wait in the camera line and then getting the Wednesday Addams smile treatment. As in, I tried to smile for my ID unlike last time (where I looked very much like a dour version of my dad) annnnnnnnnd they had to redo it with my glasses off. It is a terrible photo and I loathe it, but I figure maybe that'll help me not drag my feet as much about getting the actual license?
Not gonna stress about that now. To celebrate, first I hit the Dollar Tree where I was trying to get a new laundry basket (success, though they only had the same white and grey as before), and a new garden flag holder. Failure on that one. Sigh. Grabbed a couple of drink mixes for mom and headed out to Michaels to see their early Halloween/Summerween stuff.
I ran into someone who also seemed to be in Halloween heaven and I debated buying some of the cute but def overpriced stuff, but wanted to hold out incase TJ Maxx had any of the Summerween stuff I'd seen online. Spoiler: they only kinda did. They had exactly one very sparse display that filled me with joy but almost everything on it was a candle or kitchen towels and I needed neither. The line was also wrapped through the queue three times so I didn't feel like standing there just to be possibly told that my gift card didn't work. So... I went outside where I almost immediately melted because that heatwave is no fucking joke. Jesus. I couldn't even stand in the shade while I tried to figure out where Mums was parked because there were some people canvasing the area and I didn't want to get roped into whatever weird thing they were trying to recruit people for. Instead I chose to wander around the parking lot, at noon, wearing all black (well, Rainbow Brite was on my shirt), trying to pick our car out of a sea of very similar cars. It was not my brightest move and Mom didn't answer her phone, and there I would have stayed had she not honked her horn when I started to walk right on by.
Oh, there was a stop at HomeGoods between Michaels and TJ but other than a cute crab I couldn't get a picture of because some lady wouldn't get the fuck outta the way and I didn't feel like fighting her over it since I didn't want to buy the crab, it didn't really have anything I wanted. They did have a cute Stitch and Scrump mug and a Queer all Year purple mug, but again, not worth the line.
Came home, cooled down, got some lunch, seethed again over Michaels putting locks on their doors (it's why I ultimately didn't buy anything. I got annoyed even if I do understand why they probably did it. But maybe have a sign at the hallway entrance that says you need an associate now?), and vegged out through Bob's Burgers and The Great North, which I gather is likely on its last season? Booooooooo, Fox. Booooooooo.
That and seeing, for approximately half a second, the pool of blood coming outta the kid while A was outside calling 911, again.
Since this is the second bloody Saturday we've had in 30 days, I'm starting to get a little vexed at her going outside to make the call, or continue the call, while leaving me to just deal with the chaos that is going on inside. I literally do not get paid enough for this and I didn't know what the fuck the plan was. I know what MY plan would've been, which would've been to have closed the goddamn store til someone came in to clean up all the blood, but since this aside started while the EMS still hadn't shown up and the kid was inside, I guess I jumped ahead a bit.
Maybe just let me know what the plan is? As it was, I moved from my regular register to the one farthest away from the mess so that people could then back up and go around (as best one could, anyway) the chaos. But later, when everyone was gone but the foamy, bloody mess was still there and only sectioned off by the only 4 wet floor signs we had and people were still literally trying to walk through the mess because heaven forbid anyone pay any goddamn attention to where they're going... uh, I had to practically hold their hands as I told them to go out the far door and for the love of all that was holy DON'T WALK THROUGH THE BLOODY MESS, YOU IDIOTS.
I feel like that's something I shouldn't have to say, both as a store shouldn't have that be an option and also people should be paying a smidge of attention?
I did try to point out that I was pretty sure that, based on what we'd heard from the time two associates got into at a neighboring store and there was blood at the front of their store that uh, we were probably supposed to at least call the SOC and report shit. She did not. To be fair, I don't know if they've ever given her the number for SOC so there's that.
I also can't even be too mad that no one answered because A calls them. A lot. And I'm pretty sure it was the SM's weekend off. Still, this is why y'all are salaried and we're hourly so... maybe answer the bloody Saturday night calls?
I really hope they actually got someone to clean things up because if not, I cannot imagine the smell. *turns exceptionally green* The smell at the time was bad enough.
Sadly, the person I thought might actually have insight into what should be done either overslept or just straight up didn't show by the time I had to leave. Sigh.
In better news, I went and got my permit yesterday. Again. Whatever. I'm still not looking forward to having to do the actual skills test, but I figured I should go ahead and get the written out of the way. Had I fully realized that yes, having had my permit before (and being ye olden age) would've meant I could skip the excessive (not really) waiting time for the skills test, I would've done this prior to the heatwave time. Probably. Maybe. Dunno, actually. Anyway, going to the DMV was about as fun as you'd expect. Lots of people, very loud, and a lot of waiting. Overall wait 15 minutes my ass. I should've cleaned my glasses while waiting but since I was juggling my purse, my paperwork, and my book that held my "maybe I can get my RealID?" stuff, I didn't really have the hands for it. Passed the vision test, got sent to the testing room where I was told absolutely NO TALKING and no cheating. Cool.
The dude who was in there nearly the entire time I was waiting was still in there and dude was talking to himself the whole damn time. Naturally my station was right next to him. Part of me wanted to say something after, but I'm also fairly certain he had to repeat the things to himself so he could figure out the answers. So... I didn't say shit, but did have to eventually skip questions that were obviously worded as traps because he was distracting as fuck. Hit my magical number of "yay, you passed!" questions, left the fishbowl of distractions, and went to pay even more fees. Yay. This is where I was asked if I was gonna take the skills test soon because if I got my physical card, I had to wait 31 days to take the skills test. I think. Seriously, this station was right under one of the speakers blaring out the numbers being served, and the lady was very nice but made me seem loud. I went ahead and got my ID made same day, which meant going to wait in the camera line and then getting the Wednesday Addams smile treatment. As in, I tried to smile for my ID unlike last time (where I looked very much like a dour version of my dad) annnnnnnnnd they had to redo it with my glasses off. It is a terrible photo and I loathe it, but I figure maybe that'll help me not drag my feet as much about getting the actual license?
Not gonna stress about that now. To celebrate, first I hit the Dollar Tree where I was trying to get a new laundry basket (success, though they only had the same white and grey as before), and a new garden flag holder. Failure on that one. Sigh. Grabbed a couple of drink mixes for mom and headed out to Michaels to see their early Halloween/Summerween stuff.
I ran into someone who also seemed to be in Halloween heaven and I debated buying some of the cute but def overpriced stuff, but wanted to hold out incase TJ Maxx had any of the Summerween stuff I'd seen online. Spoiler: they only kinda did. They had exactly one very sparse display that filled me with joy but almost everything on it was a candle or kitchen towels and I needed neither. The line was also wrapped through the queue three times so I didn't feel like standing there just to be possibly told that my gift card didn't work. So... I went outside where I almost immediately melted because that heatwave is no fucking joke. Jesus. I couldn't even stand in the shade while I tried to figure out where Mums was parked because there were some people canvasing the area and I didn't want to get roped into whatever weird thing they were trying to recruit people for. Instead I chose to wander around the parking lot, at noon, wearing all black (well, Rainbow Brite was on my shirt), trying to pick our car out of a sea of very similar cars. It was not my brightest move and Mom didn't answer her phone, and there I would have stayed had she not honked her horn when I started to walk right on by.
Oh, there was a stop at HomeGoods between Michaels and TJ but other than a cute crab I couldn't get a picture of because some lady wouldn't get the fuck outta the way and I didn't feel like fighting her over it since I didn't want to buy the crab, it didn't really have anything I wanted. They did have a cute Stitch and Scrump mug and a Queer all Year purple mug, but again, not worth the line.
Came home, cooled down, got some lunch, seethed again over Michaels putting locks on their doors (it's why I ultimately didn't buy anything. I got annoyed even if I do understand why they probably did it. But maybe have a sign at the hallway entrance that says you need an associate now?), and vegged out through Bob's Burgers and The Great North, which I gather is likely on its last season? Booooooooo, Fox. Booooooooo.