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By the time today was over I was DONE WITH TODAY.
My CW comes out of the bathroom with this look on her face. I know that look. She doesn't even have to say anything. I say "REALLY?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" And then I put my face in my hands and started shaking my head muttering "You've got to be fucking kidding me, my god I hate my life. Is there anything on the floor in there?"
She didn't know if there was anything on the floor in there. But turns out the perpetrator was actually the girl in line behind her father who was buying something. She disappeared out the door VERY quickly.
I had to pressure wash the entire stall. There was shit everywhere. She didn't even ATTEMPT TO FLUSH IT. It was on the seat, on the back, on the back wall, the side wall, the floor, and the floor IN THE OTHER STALL (don't ask, I still don't know.)
Apparently while we were cleaning it there were women who were pissed that the bathroom was closed.
Um. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, ladies. Just fuck you.
Background: The milkshake freezer is busted and the milkshake machines manage to spray milkshake everywhere if you take one out of the walk-in freezer (they're kept too cold, milkshake freezer = 10 degrees, walk-in freezer = -10 degrees).
SC: You need to stock your milkshakes.
Me: Did you see the thermometer in there? It's in the red part. That means they would all melt. It's broken. No milkshakes.
SC: ...oh. Well that's all I came here for.
Me: Have a good one.
SC: ....*leaves*
Watched a guy try to push open the employee's only door for a good minute. I'm assuming he thought it was the bathroom. I just kinda turned around and walked away.
Some guy was talking on his phone while trying to ask me if we had cooking pans. I actually had the words "Are you talking to me?" come out of my mouth. We're a gas station. Why in the blue blazes would we sell COOKING PANS? ...Wal Mart is THAT way.
Instead of telling me that there was no toilet paper in the men's room a guy just took some off the shelf. His wife came up and asked if they had to pay for it. I told them yes because THAT'S NOT THE TOILET PAPER WE USE. Freaking A, seriously?! Just fucking TELL ME. GODDAMN.
On the way to work I witnessed a car weaving in and out of traffic, desperately passing people. Where were they going? ...my gas station. We're not going to disappear, people. Whatever you need at the gas station is NOT THAT IMPORTANT.
SC: I need XX.XX on pump XX.
Me: Okay so XX.XX on XX?
SC: Yeah.
Comes back in.
SC: IT'S NOT WORKING. PUMP YY.
Me: Oh, you told me pump XX.
SC: I SAID pump YY!!!!
Me: ...no you didn't. I have it on XX. But fine. I'll transfer it.
You fucking dingus, seriously, I can't even mistake those pumps on the screen by a miss-step of the finger because the buttons for them are on OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE SCREEN. DON'T YOU FUCKING LIE TO ME.
I stared at him the entire time he pumped and when he got in his car and left. Some people are just lucky I don't know where they live.
I wasn't on the clock and wasn't in uniform for this. I'm just walking through the store and this old woman is walking toward me from one of the doors. I have a counter to my right and she's slightly to the left of me so I can't move any more to the right but she could move to the left to give me some room. I had to turn myself sideways to get around her and even then I brushed her.
She snottily states, "EXCUUUUSE ME." When I brush her.
My response: "Excuse you then."
She was rather huffy after that I should say.
My CW comes out of the bathroom with this look on her face. I know that look. She doesn't even have to say anything. I say "REALLY?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" And then I put my face in my hands and started shaking my head muttering "You've got to be fucking kidding me, my god I hate my life. Is there anything on the floor in there?"
She didn't know if there was anything on the floor in there. But turns out the perpetrator was actually the girl in line behind her father who was buying something. She disappeared out the door VERY quickly.
I had to pressure wash the entire stall. There was shit everywhere. She didn't even ATTEMPT TO FLUSH IT. It was on the seat, on the back, on the back wall, the side wall, the floor, and the floor IN THE OTHER STALL (don't ask, I still don't know.)
Apparently while we were cleaning it there were women who were pissed that the bathroom was closed.
Um. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, ladies. Just fuck you.
Background: The milkshake freezer is busted and the milkshake machines manage to spray milkshake everywhere if you take one out of the walk-in freezer (they're kept too cold, milkshake freezer = 10 degrees, walk-in freezer = -10 degrees).
SC: You need to stock your milkshakes.
Me: Did you see the thermometer in there? It's in the red part. That means they would all melt. It's broken. No milkshakes.
SC: ...oh. Well that's all I came here for.
Me: Have a good one.
SC: ....*leaves*
Watched a guy try to push open the employee's only door for a good minute. I'm assuming he thought it was the bathroom. I just kinda turned around and walked away.
Some guy was talking on his phone while trying to ask me if we had cooking pans. I actually had the words "Are you talking to me?" come out of my mouth. We're a gas station. Why in the blue blazes would we sell COOKING PANS? ...Wal Mart is THAT way.
Instead of telling me that there was no toilet paper in the men's room a guy just took some off the shelf. His wife came up and asked if they had to pay for it. I told them yes because THAT'S NOT THE TOILET PAPER WE USE. Freaking A, seriously?! Just fucking TELL ME. GODDAMN.
On the way to work I witnessed a car weaving in and out of traffic, desperately passing people. Where were they going? ...my gas station. We're not going to disappear, people. Whatever you need at the gas station is NOT THAT IMPORTANT.
SC: I need XX.XX on pump XX.
Me: Okay so XX.XX on XX?
SC: Yeah.
Comes back in.
SC: IT'S NOT WORKING. PUMP YY.
Me: Oh, you told me pump XX.
SC: I SAID pump YY!!!!
Me: ...no you didn't. I have it on XX. But fine. I'll transfer it.
You fucking dingus, seriously, I can't even mistake those pumps on the screen by a miss-step of the finger because the buttons for them are on OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE SCREEN. DON'T YOU FUCKING LIE TO ME.
I stared at him the entire time he pumped and when he got in his car and left. Some people are just lucky I don't know where they live.
I wasn't on the clock and wasn't in uniform for this. I'm just walking through the store and this old woman is walking toward me from one of the doors. I have a counter to my right and she's slightly to the left of me so I can't move any more to the right but she could move to the left to give me some room. I had to turn myself sideways to get around her and even then I brushed her.
She snottily states, "EXCUUUUSE ME." When I brush her.
My response: "Excuse you then."
She was rather huffy after that I should say.
is wrong with people?! There is no reason or excuse whatsoever for that kind of behavior.
Or three. You deserve it.
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