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  • Sorry, out of order, trash is full!

    Being the lazy stockman I am, we have to change the outside trashcans when they get full, and there are two entrances to the store, one of them is nearest to the trash dumpster we throw everything away in, the other is on the other end. So wanting to waste as much time as possible (it was very hot), I took the trash out of the trash can and it was very full (60 gallon bag, DOUBLE BAGGED), and I checked to see if it leaked (a very important test lol). It wasn't, I shook and dropped it, no leak.

    Replace the trash, it's pretty heavy so I set it gently in a cart. I decide to take it back to receiving where the trash compactor is. I get back there, obvlivious to my problem I'll notice in a minute. No one tells me when I get back there it's full, so I see a lock on it and read the sign that it's full.. great, I'll take it to food receiving trash. When I'm turning around I see a puddle of orange... what I can best describe as sludge, leaking from the bottom of the bag. I quickly turn the bag over so it stops leaking and.. it does for a moment. I take it back out the way I came and I look at the ground and there's just a nice big orange puddle trail all the way from where I came to the back. It started when I first entered the store and never stopped. I started almost literally running to the other side and it continued leaking slightly and dumped it. There was just so much I could never mop it all up without getting behind on carts and it wasn't a hazard just a stream of drops so I went on my way.

    Hours later it was dried up.. whatever it was dried up into a brown mud-like substance, there were footprints of people stepping in it all over the store. I still feel like a friggin moron after that one.
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    Ah yes, the Garbage Trail. Always comes when you least expect it. And almost as fun as the smoldering garbage bag (if you're not careful when cleaning the smoking breakroom--did that one in the presence of my store manager once).
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    • #3
      I used to have to take the garbage out of our breakroom upstairs. Our garbage bags were crap, and leaked all the time. So usually I carry the bag down the stairs to the inside of the stairwell, but one time I had to carry two large bags.

      Yep, the whole way down the stairwell was pop dripped on the walls and runnerboards. Strangely that was the last time I had to take the garbage from the breakroom. I wonder why?
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      • #4
        My boyfriend cleans office buildings...and apparently that's his biggest pet peeve... People who cant pour their drink out in the sink before tossing their nearly full 20 gallon Big Gulp in the trash. Get about 3 or 4 of these wasteful people tossing their pops out like that and lifting the soggy trashbag is like trying to move a full waterbed mattress.

        I know I hated it when I worked at McD's and Burger King and I'd go to change the trash and it seemed like everyone took one sip out of their drink before tossing it in the trash. Change the trash and you end up with a tsunami of all the mixtures of pop and coffee spilling out onto you.

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        • #5
          Hell hath no dismay like a stockman whose garbage can is suddenly alight.
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          • #6
            Hehe...I love leaking trashbags, but why do I always get the smelly shit on me pants?
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            • #7
              The smelly stuff that shows up on your pants isn't from the trashbags. Its from those "people"
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              • #8
                That's what security guards are for. Look pathetic trying to lift things (I am pathetic, I have a neck injury), and they take pity on me. That, and I freak out if I get anything on my hands (seriously, I spend my entire shift wiping my hands on my shirt) They feel icky.
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