So, basically, when there's nothing else to do at the Convenience store I roll up my sleeves, grab some chemicals, and begin scrubbing the hell out of anything that looks like it hasn't been touched in months.
This means that I am constantly cleaning (with the other person on shift hanging out at the registers which I don't mind.) The reason? The store gets REALLY dusty and dirty with people constantly running through it, especially when a good number of them are public worker/construction/painter people.
It's constant catch up!
So, I was cleaning out the vents on one of the small freezers we have to keep the grill food chilled. Really dusty, and kind of sticky being right near the soda/slushee machine and being where the condiments are stored.
I hear someone at the register.
SC: You know, I always see her cleaning when I come in here. Is the store really that dirty? Doesn't she have something better to do? Should I not come in here because of the filth?
Me: *lifts eyebrow but refuses to break from cleaning the dinglehopper.*
CW: What else could she be doing? You're the only person in the store.
SC: Well maybe someone could fill in all those lottery tickets your missing!
Me: *head slams against the dinglehopper.*
There are so many things wrong with this, but ugh. -.-
This means that I am constantly cleaning (with the other person on shift hanging out at the registers which I don't mind.) The reason? The store gets REALLY dusty and dirty with people constantly running through it, especially when a good number of them are public worker/construction/painter people.
It's constant catch up!
So, I was cleaning out the vents on one of the small freezers we have to keep the grill food chilled. Really dusty, and kind of sticky being right near the soda/slushee machine and being where the condiments are stored.
I hear someone at the register.
SC: You know, I always see her cleaning when I come in here. Is the store really that dirty? Doesn't she have something better to do? Should I not come in here because of the filth?
Me: *lifts eyebrow but refuses to break from cleaning the dinglehopper.*
CW: What else could she be doing? You're the only person in the store.
SC: Well maybe someone could fill in all those lottery tickets your missing!
Me: *head slams against the dinglehopper.*
There are so many things wrong with this, but ugh. -.-
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