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  • #16
    Quoth Irving Patrick Freleigh View Post
    *cracks knuckles*

    On my 12th shift a row, the swamp it gave to me.....

    12 temper tantrums
    11 migranes throbbing
    10 short change artists
    9 poopy diapers
    8 no-call no-shows
    7 nerve pills a-popping
    6 carryouts to smart cars
    5 dry heaves....
    4 checks NSF
    3 customer complaints
    2-timing managers
    And a pink slip because I got fiiiiiiiiired.
    I am so having that set up in SSA by our resident composer - watch this space just before Christmas!
    Engaged to the sweet Mytical He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.

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    • #17
      I think I posted this story sometime back, but will share again, since it applies to the topic. (Well, the original topic, anyway. )

      I worked for a parking company from 1983-1998, at various locations over the years, all in my Downtown.

      Both of these incidents take place at the location I managed from 1987-1991.

      First one: every morning, when I arrived, I'd do a quick drive through in my car, before coming back up to the upper level to park it. This was so I could see if there were any major messes, that would require more than the broom and long handled dustpan, which I walked through with every morning after parking the car, and clocking in.

      Overnight, the garage was left with about 1/2 of it's fluorescent lights on, so that monthly parkers that had keycards could park/retreive their cars during off hours.

      This one morning I was driving through, and as I was driving along the second level I saw, in the diminished light, what appeared to be a big wad of white paper, like a fast food bag, or something.

      I hop out of my car to grab it and toss it in a nearby garbage can. I bend over, and probably literally get about this|close to touching it, when I realize it was a dirty diaper.

      The most piss offing thing about the whole scenario, was that, IIRC, the diaper was literally across from the elevator landing, where the garbage can was. If it wasn't it was damn close.

      Second one: one morning (can't remember if I first noticed it on the drive through, or walk through), but I found a dirty diaper balanced overhead on one of the fire sprinkler pipes. So, once I got there with the broom and long handled dustpan, I had to position the dustpan underneath the diaper, and try to knock it in with the broom, and hope the dustpan caught it, and the diaper didn't hit the ground and explode. Fortunately it didn't.

      Oh how I wish, in both cases, I could have found out the culprits, and given their lost diapers back to them!


      Mike
      Meow.........

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      • #18
        Argh! You may have been visited by my oh so classy sister in law. She does that, will changer her daughter and just throw the diapers on the ground. So gross!!

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        • #19
          Quoth searssoulslave View Post
          Argh! You may have been visited by my oh so classy sister in law. She does that, will changer her daughter and just throw the diapers on the ground. So gross!!
          If I had my druthers, I'd have the addresses of these people, their diapers, and my trailer-mounted trebuchet.
          I never lost my faith in humanity. Can't lose what you never had right?

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          • #20
            I too have posted before about my "diaper doody" at Bevmo (supermart like liquor store) I constantly found them in shopping carts out in the parking lot but the worst offender was this lady who decided that the shelf with all the bottles of vodka was a great changing table.

            I officially feel justified to rant about the stupidity of this! I have an infant. It's really not hard to THROW THE DAMN DIAPER AWAY! a baby can last a couple minutes to find an appropriate place to change the diaps. NOT tables in restaurants, retail shelves or floors (ew), shopping carts, checkout stands (saw this once at a supermarket...bitch had the nerve to hand the checker the mess to throw away!)!!!
            Now, if you smell the roses but it doesn't lift your spirits, you're either allergic to rose pollen or you need medical intervention. ~ Seshat

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            • #21
              10 Brand new hiers (cause we all know that means they need training)

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              • #22
                Quoth Mongo Skruddgemire View Post
                If I had my druthers, I'd have the addresses of these people, their diapers, and my trailer-mounted trebuchet.
                This.

                I cannot wrap my mind around the idea of just throwing garbage on the ground. Diapers are the worst, but I've seen all kinds of other junk, too. On the bus once, I saw a woman toss a slice of pizza in one of those plastic clamshell boxes out the bus door onto the ground. What, bitch, you can't hang onto it until you get where you're going and throw it in a garbage can?!
                When you start at zero, everything's progress.

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                • #23
                  Of everything left behind, I think the only thing worse than the diapers was that dead raccoon in the garbage bag.
                  "IT stands away, interrupting himself from the incessant hammering of the kittens…"

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