Ok yesterday before coming into work I forgot that we had an 8 hour sale going on fom 1 PM, till 9 PM. And I had to work from 1:45 to 6:45. So all day yesterday we were swamped.
Well most of the day was ago despite the constant swarm of customers, some who were downright dicks. Eventually it started to get stressful, and since I was still recovering from dehydration and sun poisoning from the day before, I felt like crap and was just completely stressed out and angry. So after a few hours of bagging and crap for asshole customers I was at my wits end and was just full of anger.
Finally after 3 hours, it was my turn to quit bagging and go do a sweep of the store and go on carts. So I went to check the bathrooms as we are supposed to do. I cleaned the Womens first doing the basic stuff, cleeaning up the trash, mopping the floors and that jazz.
Then I had to start on the men's room. Took me nearly 10 minutes to clean it up where it hardly took me 3 for the womens.
After getting the mens room clean I exit and see this woman with 3 kids standing outside the womens room. She comes up to me, with a handful of brown paper towels(ones used to dry your hands, the thick ones) and says that the toilet in the womens room is clogged. I of course got angry thinking to myself that I just cleaned it, didn't say anything to hre angrily though. She asks if there was anythin g I could do since her daughter really had to go and couldn't hold it. I told her I didn't see why it would be a problem if she used the mens real quick.
So I go into the women's room to look at the problem and saw that the damn toilet was full of those brown paper towels and crap(yes crap, as in human shit). So I then blocked off the door to the bathroom and started looking for a plunger and those disposable gloves. Only to find that our incompetent morning porters can't keep shit were they belong. So after scouring the store I didn't find a damn thing.
So I figured I would have to do it the manual way. Found 2 large trash bags, opend one and stuck my arm all the way into it. Then used the other to put the trash in from the toilet. So after getting my arm in there and pulling out 15-20 paper towels, trying to fight from throwing up since all the crap and shit was just everywhere, I find out that there was literally a crap load more of the towels shoved down INTO the toilet like a whole foot in.
So after shoving my arm down almost up to my shoulders into the bottem of the toilet I finally managed to unclog it. So after unclogging it I look at all the towels I pulled out to see that, no exageration, it was almost half a roll of paper towels the damn woman tried flushing.
So after cleaning up myself and trying to keep from throwing up I go back into the mens room to see just a huge half foot tall pile of wet sopping paper towels just sitting on the floor next to the toilet. Luckily the damn bastard woman actually used her mind and just left them on the floor instead of flushing them.
So I head back up front since we got even more busy and they paged me.
Now after all this I was seething with rage and anger, and was feeling like shit since I was slightly still sick.
After 20 or so minutes of bagging this woman comes through with two of her kids(not the bathroom woman). One of which is throwing the biggest damn tantrum I have ever seen. So after his mom just kept calmly telling him she wouldn't buy him candy after him screaming and yelling for minutes he gets angry and yells, and proceeds to grab a glass jar of pickles from their cart and throw them at my head.
I didn't even see him throw it so I couldn't move out of the way. But the jar nailed me right above the left eye and busted it open.
Of course the mom instead of doing anything to punish the kid, just yells at him and demands that he stand with his hands on the cart. Thats it. No stern yelling, no threats, nothing.
So after I got my head cleaned and put several bandages on the wound I go back up front. Only to see the women left before anything could happen. No word to my boss about it, didn't even say sorry to me or anything.
About this time my boss heard what happened and came down from his office and asked if I wanted to go home for the day. I told him no I only had two hours of work left and I really needed the money. He said okay but told me to take it easy.
Well the next hour and 45 minutes went by just the same as before. Countless customer after customer, most who were total dicks or impatient as hell. And I was still angry and stressed beyond belief, but this time I had a massive headache from that damn kid.
15 minutes till my shift is over, things start to calm down. And I start to feel a little better. That is until another kid decides he is going to walk up to my side as I am bagging and stare at me. After like 10 seconds of this I asked if he wanted anything, he didn't respond. Just looked at me....and threw up. All over me.
I then told the cashier I was bagging for that I had it, yanked off my work shirt(I was wearing an undershirt beneath it), and went and clocked out.
Now I don't know how many of you might read all that, but I had to vent, even though its almost a whole day later.
Well most of the day was ago despite the constant swarm of customers, some who were downright dicks. Eventually it started to get stressful, and since I was still recovering from dehydration and sun poisoning from the day before, I felt like crap and was just completely stressed out and angry. So after a few hours of bagging and crap for asshole customers I was at my wits end and was just full of anger.
Finally after 3 hours, it was my turn to quit bagging and go do a sweep of the store and go on carts. So I went to check the bathrooms as we are supposed to do. I cleaned the Womens first doing the basic stuff, cleeaning up the trash, mopping the floors and that jazz.
Then I had to start on the men's room. Took me nearly 10 minutes to clean it up where it hardly took me 3 for the womens.
After getting the mens room clean I exit and see this woman with 3 kids standing outside the womens room. She comes up to me, with a handful of brown paper towels(ones used to dry your hands, the thick ones) and says that the toilet in the womens room is clogged. I of course got angry thinking to myself that I just cleaned it, didn't say anything to hre angrily though. She asks if there was anythin g I could do since her daughter really had to go and couldn't hold it. I told her I didn't see why it would be a problem if she used the mens real quick.
So I go into the women's room to look at the problem and saw that the damn toilet was full of those brown paper towels and crap(yes crap, as in human shit). So I then blocked off the door to the bathroom and started looking for a plunger and those disposable gloves. Only to find that our incompetent morning porters can't keep shit were they belong. So after scouring the store I didn't find a damn thing.
So I figured I would have to do it the manual way. Found 2 large trash bags, opend one and stuck my arm all the way into it. Then used the other to put the trash in from the toilet. So after getting my arm in there and pulling out 15-20 paper towels, trying to fight from throwing up since all the crap and shit was just everywhere, I find out that there was literally a crap load more of the towels shoved down INTO the toilet like a whole foot in.
So after shoving my arm down almost up to my shoulders into the bottem of the toilet I finally managed to unclog it. So after unclogging it I look at all the towels I pulled out to see that, no exageration, it was almost half a roll of paper towels the damn woman tried flushing.
So after cleaning up myself and trying to keep from throwing up I go back into the mens room to see just a huge half foot tall pile of wet sopping paper towels just sitting on the floor next to the toilet. Luckily the damn bastard woman actually used her mind and just left them on the floor instead of flushing them.
So I head back up front since we got even more busy and they paged me.
Now after all this I was seething with rage and anger, and was feeling like shit since I was slightly still sick.
After 20 or so minutes of bagging this woman comes through with two of her kids(not the bathroom woman). One of which is throwing the biggest damn tantrum I have ever seen. So after his mom just kept calmly telling him she wouldn't buy him candy after him screaming and yelling for minutes he gets angry and yells, and proceeds to grab a glass jar of pickles from their cart and throw them at my head.
I didn't even see him throw it so I couldn't move out of the way. But the jar nailed me right above the left eye and busted it open.
Of course the mom instead of doing anything to punish the kid, just yells at him and demands that he stand with his hands on the cart. Thats it. No stern yelling, no threats, nothing.
So after I got my head cleaned and put several bandages on the wound I go back up front. Only to see the women left before anything could happen. No word to my boss about it, didn't even say sorry to me or anything.
About this time my boss heard what happened and came down from his office and asked if I wanted to go home for the day. I told him no I only had two hours of work left and I really needed the money. He said okay but told me to take it easy.
Well the next hour and 45 minutes went by just the same as before. Countless customer after customer, most who were total dicks or impatient as hell. And I was still angry and stressed beyond belief, but this time I had a massive headache from that damn kid.
15 minutes till my shift is over, things start to calm down. And I start to feel a little better. That is until another kid decides he is going to walk up to my side as I am bagging and stare at me. After like 10 seconds of this I asked if he wanted anything, he didn't respond. Just looked at me....and threw up. All over me.
I then told the cashier I was bagging for that I had it, yanked off my work shirt(I was wearing an undershirt beneath it), and went and clocked out.
Now I don't know how many of you might read all that, but I had to vent, even though its almost a whole day later.
