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Let's play "Guess that Stink" . . .
Ooooh boy, was this past Friday night a doozie . . .
Little bit of background: for several weeks, we've had a smell coming up in the ladies' restroom that smelled pretty sickening. Kinda like raw sewage or something backed up . . .it was gag-o-licious.
Anyway I agreed earlier in the week to help L cover the Friday night closing shift - she had a cashier that didn't show up the week before and didn't call (NCNS) so they were scrambling to cover this girl's shifts. I offered to do 4-close.
I went in around 12 noon to get my HBC order done and sent by 3, then it was going to be clock out for about an hour, then back at 4 to go run a register. . .
I got hit by that same smell as I walked into the store. Somehow, this smell had traveled all the way throughout not only the front end, but also on the aisles (not so bad there) and the back room area was horrible.
Everybody on the front end was complaining about this: cashiers/customers/other employees. If someone from the county Health Department had walked in that afternoon, they'd have run everyone out and padlocked the doors.
And who was the closing MOD? Cheetah, the ape-like manager.
Needless to say, Cheetah was aware of it - if he weren't, that only meant he had no sense of smell - and had placed an emergency maintenance call. All we could do was to wait for someone to show up and diagnose and correct the issue.
I lost count of how many customers asked what that odor was. I even at one point had 2 young guys start snickering over it.
I looked over at the Beavis and Butthead wannabes and simply replied "At least you'll be out of here in a minute. I have to stay until closing and smell this."
They shut up, paid for their stuff and got the hell out of Dodge . . .
But a lot of us were guessing it could be sewage drains backed up somewhere. Or at least that's what a couple of different male customers said they believed it was (at different times.) Frankly, I agreed with their assessment, as that sounded logical to me.
Maintenance guy showed up after 6:30 (I was just going on a 30 minute break) and he and Cheetah were roaming the store trying to find the cause.
By the time I put my cigarette pouch back into my purse and locked it back up when it was time to go clock back in, the pair were in the backroom prowling around.
Short time later, the guy had left and a little while after that, I finally heard from Cheetah what was supposedly causing the odor:
The batteries in the floor machine were leaking and were emitting the stench.
Do what???? I looked at him from my register (in between a spurt of customers) and asked him "Then why do I have customers that are still coming up to me and saying they're still smelling this odor up here on the front end and as you walk into the store?"
His brilliant answer: "We moved the machine out back and chained it up at the back of the store."
Whatever . . . even a customer that had walked up just looked at him funny, then back at me and asked who he was. I told him that was our store manager.
He gave me a rather sympathetic look as he paid for his purchase. . . .
I know, my manager is an idiot. Come to think of it, I think that smell was actually his last few brain cells dying
At least the store smelled at lot better today (I had Saturday and Sunday off . . . wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee) and we didn't hear anyone complain.
Little bit of background: for several weeks, we've had a smell coming up in the ladies' restroom that smelled pretty sickening. Kinda like raw sewage or something backed up . . .it was gag-o-licious.
Anyway I agreed earlier in the week to help L cover the Friday night closing shift - she had a cashier that didn't show up the week before and didn't call (NCNS) so they were scrambling to cover this girl's shifts. I offered to do 4-close.
I went in around 12 noon to get my HBC order done and sent by 3, then it was going to be clock out for about an hour, then back at 4 to go run a register. . .
I got hit by that same smell as I walked into the store. Somehow, this smell had traveled all the way throughout not only the front end, but also on the aisles (not so bad there) and the back room area was horrible.
Everybody on the front end was complaining about this: cashiers/customers/other employees. If someone from the county Health Department had walked in that afternoon, they'd have run everyone out and padlocked the doors.
And who was the closing MOD? Cheetah, the ape-like manager.
Needless to say, Cheetah was aware of it - if he weren't, that only meant he had no sense of smell - and had placed an emergency maintenance call. All we could do was to wait for someone to show up and diagnose and correct the issue.
I lost count of how many customers asked what that odor was. I even at one point had 2 young guys start snickering over it.
I looked over at the Beavis and Butthead wannabes and simply replied "At least you'll be out of here in a minute. I have to stay until closing and smell this."
They shut up, paid for their stuff and got the hell out of Dodge . . .
But a lot of us were guessing it could be sewage drains backed up somewhere. Or at least that's what a couple of different male customers said they believed it was (at different times.) Frankly, I agreed with their assessment, as that sounded logical to me.
Maintenance guy showed up after 6:30 (I was just going on a 30 minute break) and he and Cheetah were roaming the store trying to find the cause.
By the time I put my cigarette pouch back into my purse and locked it back up when it was time to go clock back in, the pair were in the backroom prowling around.
Short time later, the guy had left and a little while after that, I finally heard from Cheetah what was supposedly causing the odor:
The batteries in the floor machine were leaking and were emitting the stench.
Do what???? I looked at him from my register (in between a spurt of customers) and asked him "Then why do I have customers that are still coming up to me and saying they're still smelling this odor up here on the front end and as you walk into the store?"
His brilliant answer: "We moved the machine out back and chained it up at the back of the store."
Whatever . . . even a customer that had walked up just looked at him funny, then back at me and asked who he was. I told him that was our store manager.
He gave me a rather sympathetic look as he paid for his purchase. . . .
I know, my manager is an idiot. Come to think of it, I think that smell was actually his last few brain cells dying
At least the store smelled at lot better today (I had Saturday and Sunday off . . . wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee) and we didn't hear anyone complain.
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