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Oh my lordy, I've missed you all.
I started a second job (boooo) at a tavern, no less. And yes, it is called a "Tavern" and very much has that vibe to it so much of the time I don't have to deal with many awful people because they're USUALLY all blue collar folks.
I'm just a dishwasher and food runner so the only interaction I get is when I bring the food out to people. The worst things I have are people no remembering what they ordered and just staring at me blankly. And this:
Me: Spinach dip?
SC: COULD THE PITA BE ANY MORE BURNED?!?!?!
Me: Would you like a new one?
SC: NEVERMIND. FORGET IT!!!
I just shrugged and walked away. The bartender later came up to me and told me she's always a royal bitch like that and to just ignore her.
As for the gas station...oh boy.
A regular a-hole decided to shout through the whole store that my college education "doesn't mean shit" and loudly repeated it while he stomped away from me. I have no idea where that outburst came from because he had been fairly nice up until that point. Today he randomly asked a woman how old she was and was being super loud and creepy while throwing his money at me and my trainee.
I don't know if posted about this one before or not but I was berated for a full five minutes by a man who thought I was "stupid" and "retarded" for asking him if he wanted a bag for his half gallon of milk (some older people just like having a bag so I ask.) He went on and on and on about how stupid I was and when I provided that I like my stuff in bags because I live on the top floor with no elevator, he told me "You should come hang out at my apartment. I have AIR CONDITIONING and you could play playstation." I know I look young but really? Freaking weirdos.
Two more CWs have seen penises when they've been cleaning the mens room and men come in with their junk hanging out. This is why I prop the door open with the trashcan.
Two men started heckling me while I was cleaning the mens room. I made sure to take more time than usual.
The lottery sent out faulty coupons (It's a shitty one anyway) and it is ALL OUR FAULT.
The urinal had to be removed from the wall by the Roto Rooter guy because of a blockage. At the very same time, one of the womens room toilets needed to be removed because of a leak by a plumber. There was a line of 12 women who wanted to go to the bathroom and one snottily asked me "Well isn't there a MENS room we can use?" I laughed and told her that if she really wanted to go in there, she'd have to tell the Roto Rooter guy to leave. The whole store smelled like straight-up Grandma piss.
A woman came up and said, "There are no prices on anything."
I then pointed to the price sticker on each of her items.
We keep getting complaints about how dirty the mens room is. So we've changed from cleaning it 2x a shift to 3x a shift. That means it's getting cleaned 9x in a 24 hour period. And then they just keep shitting in the urinals. If you want it clean so fucking badly, how about you try to keep it that way? And yes, we do shut down the mens room while we clean it and NO, we will not stop in the middle of it so you can piss. STOP WAITING UNTIL THE LAST MOMENT OR GET YOUR FUCKING PROSTATE CHECKED OUT IF YOU CAN'T HOLD IT, FOR GOD'S SAKE REALLY!!!!
*something doesn't scan*
SC: It's free!
Me: No it isn't, but guess what is free?!
SC: What?
Me: Your receipt!
SC: ....
One of my former CWs quit not long after a drunk woman hung her used tampon on the door handle to the back room.
I keep finding blood on various surfaces in the mens room
A man pointed to a giant coffee spill all over the floor and stated, "I did that." No remorse. No offer to help clean it. Just a primeval type of ownership. A blathered statement of proud accomplishment as though none of us thought of painting in that manner and on that surface. Fuck you, kind sir. Fuck you in the ass with a rake.
A kid reached across the counter, stole a carton of cigarettes, and ran off with them. When I asked my CW why he didn't leap over the counter and stab the kid in the carotid with a pen, he replied, "I really wish you would have been here. But then I don't really want to see you get arrested." The police have subsequently caught him and we are pressing charges.
There are so...sooo...soooooo many more that you've missed and I've forgotten.
My life. My liiiiiiiife.
I started a second job (boooo) at a tavern, no less. And yes, it is called a "Tavern" and very much has that vibe to it so much of the time I don't have to deal with many awful people because they're USUALLY all blue collar folks.
I'm just a dishwasher and food runner so the only interaction I get is when I bring the food out to people. The worst things I have are people no remembering what they ordered and just staring at me blankly. And this:
Me: Spinach dip?
SC: COULD THE PITA BE ANY MORE BURNED?!?!?!
Me: Would you like a new one?
SC: NEVERMIND. FORGET IT!!!
I just shrugged and walked away. The bartender later came up to me and told me she's always a royal bitch like that and to just ignore her.
As for the gas station...oh boy.
A regular a-hole decided to shout through the whole store that my college education "doesn't mean shit" and loudly repeated it while he stomped away from me. I have no idea where that outburst came from because he had been fairly nice up until that point. Today he randomly asked a woman how old she was and was being super loud and creepy while throwing his money at me and my trainee.
I don't know if posted about this one before or not but I was berated for a full five minutes by a man who thought I was "stupid" and "retarded" for asking him if he wanted a bag for his half gallon of milk (some older people just like having a bag so I ask.) He went on and on and on about how stupid I was and when I provided that I like my stuff in bags because I live on the top floor with no elevator, he told me "You should come hang out at my apartment. I have AIR CONDITIONING and you could play playstation." I know I look young but really? Freaking weirdos.
Two more CWs have seen penises when they've been cleaning the mens room and men come in with their junk hanging out. This is why I prop the door open with the trashcan.
Two men started heckling me while I was cleaning the mens room. I made sure to take more time than usual.
The lottery sent out faulty coupons (It's a shitty one anyway) and it is ALL OUR FAULT.
The urinal had to be removed from the wall by the Roto Rooter guy because of a blockage. At the very same time, one of the womens room toilets needed to be removed because of a leak by a plumber. There was a line of 12 women who wanted to go to the bathroom and one snottily asked me "Well isn't there a MENS room we can use?" I laughed and told her that if she really wanted to go in there, she'd have to tell the Roto Rooter guy to leave. The whole store smelled like straight-up Grandma piss.
A woman came up and said, "There are no prices on anything."
I then pointed to the price sticker on each of her items.
We keep getting complaints about how dirty the mens room is. So we've changed from cleaning it 2x a shift to 3x a shift. That means it's getting cleaned 9x in a 24 hour period. And then they just keep shitting in the urinals. If you want it clean so fucking badly, how about you try to keep it that way? And yes, we do shut down the mens room while we clean it and NO, we will not stop in the middle of it so you can piss. STOP WAITING UNTIL THE LAST MOMENT OR GET YOUR FUCKING PROSTATE CHECKED OUT IF YOU CAN'T HOLD IT, FOR GOD'S SAKE REALLY!!!!
*something doesn't scan*
SC: It's free!
Me: No it isn't, but guess what is free?!
SC: What?
Me: Your receipt!
SC: ....
One of my former CWs quit not long after a drunk woman hung her used tampon on the door handle to the back room.
I keep finding blood on various surfaces in the mens room
A man pointed to a giant coffee spill all over the floor and stated, "I did that." No remorse. No offer to help clean it. Just a primeval type of ownership. A blathered statement of proud accomplishment as though none of us thought of painting in that manner and on that surface. Fuck you, kind sir. Fuck you in the ass with a rake.
A kid reached across the counter, stole a carton of cigarettes, and ran off with them. When I asked my CW why he didn't leap over the counter and stab the kid in the carotid with a pen, he replied, "I really wish you would have been here. But then I don't really want to see you get arrested." The police have subsequently caught him and we are pressing charges.
There are so...sooo...soooooo many more that you've missed and I've forgotten.
My life. My liiiiiiiife.
Oh dear, looks like I missed the pita." 
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