My days at my big box bonanza have to be numbered! Things are just getting more bizarre and more retarded. Yesterday the closing manager who is a nice person, but lacks in motivation to do anything work related decided she was sick. So she left work early. Then another of my coworkers called in. This had the potential to be a horrifying evening, leaving one me to cover about half of the store. The poor guy who tried to call in was actually sick, but they made him come in because the other manager had left. He needed a box of Kleenex to make it through his shift and they wouldn't even let him go early. Talk about mean Corporate America, they would rather have you in misery on the clock spreading germs, than let you stay home so that you can return and be more productive.
Friday night I had to work at night again, my least favorite shift. And before I took a snickers break I decided to wash my hands. As I approached the restroom there was some strange yelling and a waft of unpleasant odor. Yes, it is a toilet and people do poop there. But this was a mix of flame broiled with Lysol and nasty. As, I turned the corner into the sink area I notice there was a rather drug influenced gentleman in the ladies room. He was on his cell phone and yelling at someone. His phone was plugged into the wall underneath the soap dispenser, which was dripping on the cord because in his adamant gestures he kept pulling the cord against the flipper that releases the soap. As he was talking he is flopping his Whopper around releasing bits of lettuce and chewing on a Twizzler in which its Twizzler friends were scattered on the floor and in the sinks. This guy was highly under the influence of a controlled substance, my guess crack. So I did a 180 and walked back out to find a co worker to help me confront his guy. One thing I am certain of is to not confront crack heads in confined quarters without the buddy system. When I found a friend to give me a hand he was like, "That's a guy in the ladies room! Sir you can't be in the ladies room". It took a minute for the guy to gather up his whopper and errant Twizzlers, and while he did he just set his phone in the soap pile. He picked it up and put the soapy thing in his pocket with the Twizzlers, and took off.
One more brief candy related story. Again during a snickers break (they happen daily), I had an encounter with a less than savory individual. As I walked outside the store to more car and I was snacking he asked me for a bite of my candy bar. This wasn't a little kid, or a homeless person. It was a certifiable pervert. Maybe my lesson should be to not have a snickers break. Maybe the big on chocolate not on fat three musketeers would be a better option.
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