![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Apr. 14th, 2014 09:45 amUgh. Allergies are trying to kick my ass. They won yesterday but I can't let them win today! I have to finish my spring cleaning plans, dammit. This weekend was the weekend of the floors, apparently.
Saturday was a scrub at the store. Which means they wash and wax. It's funny because they did this not too long ago and scrubs aren't as frequent as they used to be because I'm pretty sure the store is still supposed to be demolished but who knows. Anyway, coworker and I rejoiced because the store usually closes during the waxing portion because, and I cannot stress this enough, people are fucking stupid.
Thing is, with this shift lead, the store manager told her before not to close the store, do not even think about closing the store. Since she's been at odds with him over things before and he told her, "I'll be keeping an eye on you!" she called... security or something and they told her not to close the store unless she wanted to call the DM. Since she'd also had words with him in recent memory, she figured a 2am call would not be wise.
This is a thing I do not understand. Why WOULD you keep the store open during a wax? People are stupid, remember, and even when no less than *counts* 5 people telling customers that the only aisle open is the junk food aisle on the way back to pharmacy, we still had countless people throw a fit over not being able to get to stuff on the first few aisles or the spectacular case of my favorite lady who irked me before tonight but I could never really put my finger on why.
Now I can. Remember, five people tell her exactly which aisle is open and she says, "Oh, that's fine, I just need pharmacy" and beams at me. Ten minutes later, she shows up at the register and co-worker starts to ring her up. Since I can't really go anywhere else, I'm behind the register and I notice the lady is buying a shit ton of candy.
Candy not found on the aisle that was open.
o_O So I wait until the transaction is done and coworker is giving me this look because I'm giving her the "wtf is wrong with people!" look.
CW: What?
Me: She bought candy.
CW: Yeah, and it looks delish. (Which is puny because that's the store brand, but not the store brand we get a proper discount on anymore which is likely why they did that. Fucking W.)
Me: Sooooo... where'd she get the candy if the whole store is on lockdown except for nine?
CW: OHSHIT.
Wet wax and old ladies who think they can do whatever the hell they want because they're just that special!
WTF, work. Close the damn store for a couple of hours. You still have the drive through and the store doesn't close until the wax goes down anyway, so you're not out that much business. Certainly not making enough to offset the lawsuit when some drunk ass or entitled old woman strolls down a freshly waxed aisle and slips, falls, and breaks a goddamned hip.
The best part of this is that the SM is the type of person who glares at people who walk on his freshly mopped floors while he's standing there, mop still in hand. Mopped. As in he could just make another swipe immediately and presto, foot print gone. Wax? It's there until they strip it and that happens at most twice a year.
I. Don't. GET IT.
Anyway. Today I need to clean the carpets downstairs. Yesterday was the upstairs and that's a different brand of cleaning since the dogs don't lounge around up there and also food is limited upstairs. Which means a machine needs to be rented, sink found, and floors cleared off so I can spend the next forever working on this. Meh.
In between rooms I'll be checking on my Riverdale Rescue. Whoever thought giving out tasks that take 10 hours to complete (or 12!) is a dumbass. I'm not buying sodas to speed this up because I'll wind up doing what I did last night and hit the wrong button and BAM, they'll all get used by accident. Nope, no way.
Saturday was a scrub at the store. Which means they wash and wax. It's funny because they did this not too long ago and scrubs aren't as frequent as they used to be because I'm pretty sure the store is still supposed to be demolished but who knows. Anyway, coworker and I rejoiced because the store usually closes during the waxing portion because, and I cannot stress this enough, people are fucking stupid.
Thing is, with this shift lead, the store manager told her before not to close the store, do not even think about closing the store. Since she's been at odds with him over things before and he told her, "I'll be keeping an eye on you!" she called... security or something and they told her not to close the store unless she wanted to call the DM. Since she'd also had words with him in recent memory, she figured a 2am call would not be wise.
This is a thing I do not understand. Why WOULD you keep the store open during a wax? People are stupid, remember, and even when no less than *counts* 5 people telling customers that the only aisle open is the junk food aisle on the way back to pharmacy, we still had countless people throw a fit over not being able to get to stuff on the first few aisles or the spectacular case of my favorite lady who irked me before tonight but I could never really put my finger on why.
Now I can. Remember, five people tell her exactly which aisle is open and she says, "Oh, that's fine, I just need pharmacy" and beams at me. Ten minutes later, she shows up at the register and co-worker starts to ring her up. Since I can't really go anywhere else, I'm behind the register and I notice the lady is buying a shit ton of candy.
Candy not found on the aisle that was open.
o_O So I wait until the transaction is done and coworker is giving me this look because I'm giving her the "wtf is wrong with people!" look.
CW: What?
Me: She bought candy.
CW: Yeah, and it looks delish. (Which is puny because that's the store brand, but not the store brand we get a proper discount on anymore which is likely why they did that. Fucking W.)
Me: Sooooo... where'd she get the candy if the whole store is on lockdown except for nine?
CW: OHSHIT.
Wet wax and old ladies who think they can do whatever the hell they want because they're just that special!
WTF, work. Close the damn store for a couple of hours. You still have the drive through and the store doesn't close until the wax goes down anyway, so you're not out that much business. Certainly not making enough to offset the lawsuit when some drunk ass or entitled old woman strolls down a freshly waxed aisle and slips, falls, and breaks a goddamned hip.
The best part of this is that the SM is the type of person who glares at people who walk on his freshly mopped floors while he's standing there, mop still in hand. Mopped. As in he could just make another swipe immediately and presto, foot print gone. Wax? It's there until they strip it and that happens at most twice a year.
I. Don't. GET IT.
Anyway. Today I need to clean the carpets downstairs. Yesterday was the upstairs and that's a different brand of cleaning since the dogs don't lounge around up there and also food is limited upstairs. Which means a machine needs to be rented, sink found, and floors cleared off so I can spend the next forever working on this. Meh.
In between rooms I'll be checking on my Riverdale Rescue. Whoever thought giving out tasks that take 10 hours to complete (or 12!) is a dumbass. I'm not buying sodas to speed this up because I'll wind up doing what I did last night and hit the wrong button and BAM, they'll all get used by accident. Nope, no way.