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Work, why so weird.
May. 10th, 2019 08:45 amOkay, this week is just freakin' weird. Usually the weird stuff happens on my non-C weeks but the last two days have started off at "you can't afford to quit so just fucking smile" and gradually gotten better.
Wednesday night we had the couple screaming at one another til the cops were called (I'm assuming by one of the people in line because, y'know, dude screaming at his gf while she's just standing guard over their baby is not a good look). Til the cops showed up, she'd mentioned that he'd just gotten out of jail for damn near killing her and he was screaming about her sleeping with three other guys who jumped him and beat him up, pointing to his face and going on about how he didn't do that to himself, and how she was only trying to set him up for the police because he's Walter Scott's nephew. Considering the kid, I don't think that's it, sugar tits. I do, however, think you're a grade-A asshole and that was before you bitched out my manager. No idea what happened beyond that because despite being told numerous times to stay in the store, after the second cop joined the party outside, she eventually slid outside. I gather they were there for awhile because people kept coming in and asking what was going on.
Last night, my co-worker sprayed beer all over my left arm, not on purpose, but she did puncture a beer can which made a huge mess and then she did not clean up a damn thing about said mess other than going out of her way to clean off her wallet. She didn't clean the counter or the floor or anything. I had to hold out a bag and command her to put the can in the bag so it'd stop leaking all over creation. She keeps half-assedly asking if she should help clean it up, while there's a line backed down the bank of registers mind you, and I keep saying yes, and she then asks, "do you have a mop?"
BITCH. I just took over for you less than five minutes ago. You know damn well there's no mop back here but you also know where it is. So put your shit to the side and go clean it up, or at least grab the phone while I'm trying to ring up the LINE OF PEOPLE stuck behind you and call for clean-up. Nope. She pushes her cart, which is dripping beer, to the carpet and walks off with her stuff after she paid. The most she did was tell the line, "y'all be careful cuz there's a mess here."
A MESS YOU MADE, GODDAMMIT. I eventually got a break and called directly to the office to ask for the mop because of her mess and based on literally everyone else's reaction, I'm going to guess this is completely typical of her. Dude, if I made a mess even off the clock, I would definitely clean it up. You started my night off horribly. Fuck you. Who wants to smell Bud Light for the next two hours? No one, that's who.
Then the food truck came stupidly early. Sigh.
Wednesday night we had the couple screaming at one another til the cops were called (I'm assuming by one of the people in line because, y'know, dude screaming at his gf while she's just standing guard over their baby is not a good look). Til the cops showed up, she'd mentioned that he'd just gotten out of jail for damn near killing her and he was screaming about her sleeping with three other guys who jumped him and beat him up, pointing to his face and going on about how he didn't do that to himself, and how she was only trying to set him up for the police because he's Walter Scott's nephew. Considering the kid, I don't think that's it, sugar tits. I do, however, think you're a grade-A asshole and that was before you bitched out my manager. No idea what happened beyond that because despite being told numerous times to stay in the store, after the second cop joined the party outside, she eventually slid outside. I gather they were there for awhile because people kept coming in and asking what was going on.
Last night, my co-worker sprayed beer all over my left arm, not on purpose, but she did puncture a beer can which made a huge mess and then she did not clean up a damn thing about said mess other than going out of her way to clean off her wallet. She didn't clean the counter or the floor or anything. I had to hold out a bag and command her to put the can in the bag so it'd stop leaking all over creation. She keeps half-assedly asking if she should help clean it up, while there's a line backed down the bank of registers mind you, and I keep saying yes, and she then asks, "do you have a mop?"
BITCH. I just took over for you less than five minutes ago. You know damn well there's no mop back here but you also know where it is. So put your shit to the side and go clean it up, or at least grab the phone while I'm trying to ring up the LINE OF PEOPLE stuck behind you and call for clean-up. Nope. She pushes her cart, which is dripping beer, to the carpet and walks off with her stuff after she paid. The most she did was tell the line, "y'all be careful cuz there's a mess here."
A MESS YOU MADE, GODDAMMIT. I eventually got a break and called directly to the office to ask for the mop because of her mess and based on literally everyone else's reaction, I'm going to guess this is completely typical of her. Dude, if I made a mess even off the clock, I would definitely clean it up. You started my night off horribly. Fuck you. Who wants to smell Bud Light for the next two hours? No one, that's who.
Then the food truck came stupidly early. Sigh.