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It's a requirement that one of us in the paint department NOT put the lid on a paint can tight enough. Today was my day to fill that quota.
My manager left for lunch, and wouldn't you know it, I got extremely busy. We were steady all day, but as soon as I was alone.... BAM! Here comes the entire population of the county wanting their paint. So I'm mixing up 6 gallons for this customer, 9 gallons for this customer, 20 gallons (all in one gallon cans!) for this customer, and taking orders and helping other customers at the same time.
I'm getting to the end of this rush, last paint can. Yay! I can take a breath. I pound on the lid with my mighty rubber mallet and leave to help a customer. 3 minutes later I come back and find paint all over the floor, on the half-walls and inside the paint mixer. Good thing it was a neutral color (tan type color). Last time I did that, it was blood red. More about that later. I start another gallon for the customer and get to cleaning up.
My manager walks up and just sighs. "Yeah, I know" I say. We don't like it when that happens. So I start cleaning up. The paper towels we have suck horribly; they don't soak up anything. So I use a whole roll and I'm still not done yet. And to top it off, I have huge hands and can't get inside the paint mixer to clean the bottom. I actually got a bit stuck trying. Good thing the paint was a good lubricant. She asked me what happened. I look up at her, and just said "duh!"
She laughed and told me not to worry, she will get the rest of it (it was time for me to get home). I spent a good 10 minutes scrubbing (on the clock or course!) and left.
I'll hear about it tomorrow. Whomever makes a paint can explode, for whatever reason, always get ripped about it next time they work.
The last time that happened, as I stated earlier, it was blood red and it was a 5 gallon bucket. It was a huge mess, and I cleaned it up. After I was done, my arms (especially my right arm) were covered from finger to elbow, and not all of it was dry. I walked from the paint desk to the break room. Along the way, I passed some cashiers and customers. They had the
look. They thought it was real blood. I looked like something out of a horror movie. Here I come, this big guy covered in what looked like wet bloody gore. It was on my shirt, on my pants, my face and hair, and dripping down my arms. Everyone asked if I was okay. I said "Yeah, but don't look at the customer that crossed me." Again, the look. I then told them it was actually paint.
But wouldn't you know it? I always explode the paint can (3 to date in 5 months) twenty minutes before I am sposta go home.
My manager left for lunch, and wouldn't you know it, I got extremely busy. We were steady all day, but as soon as I was alone.... BAM! Here comes the entire population of the county wanting their paint. So I'm mixing up 6 gallons for this customer, 9 gallons for this customer, 20 gallons (all in one gallon cans!) for this customer, and taking orders and helping other customers at the same time.
I'm getting to the end of this rush, last paint can. Yay! I can take a breath. I pound on the lid with my mighty rubber mallet and leave to help a customer. 3 minutes later I come back and find paint all over the floor, on the half-walls and inside the paint mixer. Good thing it was a neutral color (tan type color). Last time I did that, it was blood red. More about that later. I start another gallon for the customer and get to cleaning up.
My manager walks up and just sighs. "Yeah, I know" I say. We don't like it when that happens. So I start cleaning up. The paper towels we have suck horribly; they don't soak up anything. So I use a whole roll and I'm still not done yet. And to top it off, I have huge hands and can't get inside the paint mixer to clean the bottom. I actually got a bit stuck trying. Good thing the paint was a good lubricant. She asked me what happened. I look up at her, and just said "duh!"
She laughed and told me not to worry, she will get the rest of it (it was time for me to get home). I spent a good 10 minutes scrubbing (on the clock or course!) and left.
I'll hear about it tomorrow. Whomever makes a paint can explode, for whatever reason, always get ripped about it next time they work.
The last time that happened, as I stated earlier, it was blood red and it was a 5 gallon bucket. It was a huge mess, and I cleaned it up. After I was done, my arms (especially my right arm) were covered from finger to elbow, and not all of it was dry. I walked from the paint desk to the break room. Along the way, I passed some cashiers and customers. They had the
look. They thought it was real blood. I looked like something out of a horror movie. Here I come, this big guy covered in what looked like wet bloody gore. It was on my shirt, on my pants, my face and hair, and dripping down my arms. Everyone asked if I was okay. I said "Yeah, but don't look at the customer that crossed me." Again, the look. I then told them it was actually paint. But wouldn't you know it? I always explode the paint can (3 to date in 5 months) twenty minutes before I am sposta go home.
When my mom and dad moved into our house in VA (they were just married - this was before my bro and I), they had to repaint the kitchen. Like 4 times. They go into the basement, and find a bucket of paint that matched the color of the kitchen. The label on the bucket? VDOT (Virginia department of transportation) traffic yellow. 
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