Second week at work, I dropped some kind of nasty green hot sauce. Whoa, baby, that stuff smelled terrible and stained the tile.
Just tonight, as I'm filling up the shelves with display items, some asshat, who sees me working out of the cart and could've asked me to move it, shoves it out of his way. I had a jar of Miracle Whip sitting in the kid-seat thing, which of course fell, busted, and shot shards of glass into my toes. It took ten friggin' minutes to clean up, not including the time I was in the office squeezing glass out of my toes with tweezers. His response? "My bad."
Just tonight, as I'm filling up the shelves with display items, some asshat, who sees me working out of the cart and could've asked me to move it, shoves it out of his way. I had a jar of Miracle Whip sitting in the kid-seat thing, which of course fell, busted, and shot shards of glass into my toes. It took ten friggin' minutes to clean up, not including the time I was in the office squeezing glass out of my toes with tweezers. His response? "My bad."
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