Had to clean up a broken jar of pasta sauce at the self-check registers today (one of FOUR spillages I had to deal with), and the old dude who dropped it kept berating me for not having enough "personality" while I cleaned up his fucking mess, just because I wasn't engaging him in light-hearted conversation while doing so.
I eventually had a mild snap when I asked him why he was insulting me, and he gave me a mild rant about how I should have been using a mop instead of some cardboard to scoop up the mess (maybe I didn't want shards of broken glass getting into the mop bucket, and from there into the sink...?
) and how I "didn't know what I was doing" because I "obviously haven't been working here long" (try TWENTY YEARS, asshole).
I'm sure I'll get a reprimand from one of my managers tomorrow about the "big complaint" he'll no doubt lodge against me, but I had a lousy day all around (even once I got home, burning my lunchtime frozen pizza
), and I just couldn't take it anymore. Who says you have to engage a customer in conversation? I was pissed off that I was being called away from the cardboard compactor despite the mountain of work I still had to do, and maybe I just wanted to get HIS mess cleaned up so I could get back to it. Fucker...


I'm sure I'll get a reprimand from one of my managers tomorrow about the "big complaint" he'll no doubt lodge against me, but I had a lousy day all around (even once I got home, burning my lunchtime frozen pizza

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