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Another Damn Senior Day (gross)
"Didja gimme my discount?" "Yes."
"Didja gimme my discount?" "Yes."
"Didja gimme my discount?" "Yes!"
"Didja gimme my discount?" "YES!"
"Didja gimme my discount?" "Gah, if I throw a prune, will you leave?"
/in the style of Bart, Lisa and Homer Simpson
Well, at least I'm not a cashier. If I were I'd be getting subjected to the above all day.
On the downside, here's what I had to deal with before going on lunch. This is where all the suck today happened.
First, the service desk paged somebody to go outside and bring in carts. This somebody would've been me, since I was assigned to carryouts today--and there were lots of them.
As I was getting ready to head out to the lot, I got paged for a carryout. No biggie, it's a couple bookcases.
Came back inside and got paged to do another carryout. A little bitch of a carryout. A 52-inch-Sony-Bravia-inside-a-Chevy-Aveo carryout. It didn't go well.
Came inside to have the customer fill out a hold form for the TV until they could come back with their truck (why God why?), and store manager paged everybody to attend an "important" huddle, so lunch still had to wait.
It did turn out the huddle was fairly important. This morning one of the stores in our district had somebody pull a gun and rob the pharmacy of narcotics. So management and LP felt that would be a good time to review the robbery procedures with everybody--stay calm, cooperate, don't resist, don't be a hero unless you want to be an hero, etc.
So finally off to lunch, right?
Uh uh. I got paged by a manager who asked me "How strong is you stomach?" Let's just say some guy was sure to eat his Super Colon Blow this morning, and suffered a blowout all over the men's restroom floor. Manager said he'd have cleaned up the mess himself, but he has a very weak stomach and probably would've started barfing. So I don my gloves and mix myself up a bucket of bleach water and take care of this particular crime of humanity.
Then finally I got to lunch, about 45 minutes later than I wanted to.
And then not long after I got back, we had another code brown, this one in the women's public restroom, and nobody wanted to clean it up. So I got sent in.
Wow, really? We give you discounts, you defile the restrooms with your corn-y shits? Is that how this goes? I can't help but imagine a couple old crones cackling at me "I had to remind you to give me my discount. So now you will endure my wretched butt stench. Endure it. Ennnnnnnddddduuuuuurrrrrrrrreeee ittttttttttttt....."
Two poo cleanups in one day. That's a new record, and one that I hope stands for a long long time.
"Didja gimme my discount?" "Yes."
"Didja gimme my discount?" "Yes!"
"Didja gimme my discount?" "YES!"
"Didja gimme my discount?" "Gah, if I throw a prune, will you leave?"
/in the style of Bart, Lisa and Homer Simpson
Well, at least I'm not a cashier. If I were I'd be getting subjected to the above all day.
On the downside, here's what I had to deal with before going on lunch. This is where all the suck today happened.
First, the service desk paged somebody to go outside and bring in carts. This somebody would've been me, since I was assigned to carryouts today--and there were lots of them.
As I was getting ready to head out to the lot, I got paged for a carryout. No biggie, it's a couple bookcases.
Came back inside and got paged to do another carryout. A little bitch of a carryout. A 52-inch-Sony-Bravia-inside-a-Chevy-Aveo carryout. It didn't go well.
Came inside to have the customer fill out a hold form for the TV until they could come back with their truck (why God why?), and store manager paged everybody to attend an "important" huddle, so lunch still had to wait.
It did turn out the huddle was fairly important. This morning one of the stores in our district had somebody pull a gun and rob the pharmacy of narcotics. So management and LP felt that would be a good time to review the robbery procedures with everybody--stay calm, cooperate, don't resist, don't be a hero unless you want to be an hero, etc.
So finally off to lunch, right?
Uh uh. I got paged by a manager who asked me "How strong is you stomach?" Let's just say some guy was sure to eat his Super Colon Blow this morning, and suffered a blowout all over the men's restroom floor. Manager said he'd have cleaned up the mess himself, but he has a very weak stomach and probably would've started barfing. So I don my gloves and mix myself up a bucket of bleach water and take care of this particular crime of humanity.
Then finally I got to lunch, about 45 minutes later than I wanted to.
And then not long after I got back, we had another code brown, this one in the women's public restroom, and nobody wanted to clean it up. So I got sent in.
Wow, really? We give you discounts, you defile the restrooms with your corn-y shits? Is that how this goes? I can't help but imagine a couple old crones cackling at me "I had to remind you to give me my discount. So now you will endure my wretched butt stench. Endure it. Ennnnnnnddddduuuuuurrrrrrrrreeee ittttttttttttt....."
Two poo cleanups in one day. That's a new record, and one that I hope stands for a long long time.
Interesting! 
I do resent them using them too after paying not too much money for their goods. 
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