Yesterday some asshole puked on the ground...next to the garbage can. Sadly this happens all the time.
Did they not want to mess up the garbage in the can with their puke?
This bothers me every time it happens because I just don't understand why. Can someone explain to me why you would puke NEXT to the garbage can instead of IN it?
Do we shit next to the toilet instead of in it? No. Well, most of us don't anyway.
It would have been so easy to just tie up the garbage can with the fresh puke in it and take it to the dumpster. But no, I had to take out the binoculars, confirm from inside the store that it was puke, and con one of my co-workers into hosing it down.
The funny part was that I got to watch my co-worker clean it up without trying to puke herself.
We made a deal though, I had to ring up the next 10 customers that she can't stand. Fine by me, I'll do anything to avoid vomit.
Showing posts with label puke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label puke. Show all posts
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Why Binoculars are my Best Friend
There are many things I try not to look at in the store. Things that are disgusting, nasty and smelly. That's why we keep a pair of binoculars near the register; so I can still look if I wanted to, but stay far away at the same time.
I use the binoculars for almost everything. The main reason is to get license plates. If I turn the gas pump on for you before you paid for your gas, I'm going to be writing your license plate down in case you drive away.
The next reason I use binoculars is to look at suspicious substances that customers tell me about. Most of the time customers will run in to tell me that there is something 'strange' by the pump. They won't necessarily say what it is, probably because they don't want to believe it is what they think it is. So, this is where the binoculars come in handy. That way I can stare from afar to confirm that it is, indeed, a pile of puke or poop laying next to the gas pump and directly next to the garbage can.
The next reason I use the binoculars is to stare across the street. We have a gas station located across the street from us, so I will often use the binoculars to see if any of our regular customers are there. Traitors.
Without the binoculars I think I would go crazy. Either that or faint/pass out from things I have to look at up close.
I use the binoculars for almost everything. The main reason is to get license plates. If I turn the gas pump on for you before you paid for your gas, I'm going to be writing your license plate down in case you drive away.
The next reason I use binoculars is to look at suspicious substances that customers tell me about. Most of the time customers will run in to tell me that there is something 'strange' by the pump. They won't necessarily say what it is, probably because they don't want to believe it is what they think it is. So, this is where the binoculars come in handy. That way I can stare from afar to confirm that it is, indeed, a pile of puke or poop laying next to the gas pump and directly next to the garbage can.
The next reason I use the binoculars is to stare across the street. We have a gas station located across the street from us, so I will often use the binoculars to see if any of our regular customers are there. Traitors.
Without the binoculars I think I would go crazy. Either that or faint/pass out from things I have to look at up close.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Guest Post: Parking Lot Clean Up
Today's post comes from my fellow employee, we'll call her "S". "S" gets just as frustrated as I do with people sometimes, but she goes the extra distance and actually cleans up the parking lot. She's got more guts than I do, because I would probably pass out from things I would find there. Or get stuck with a stray used needle sticking out from the grass.
This time though, the parking lot hasn't been cleaned since before the snow started.
"Every once in awhile I like to step away from my register and venture out among the living. Today was a day for that adventure. I was assigned to rake the grass primarily to pick up all the loose paper and other items that accumulated in the grassy area during the winter. I started in the highly traveled area of the grass and raked up the usual accumulation of leaves.
Perusing further, I catch a glimpse of a few other items:
Cigarette butts, LOTS of cigarette butts
Tin cans
A used latex glove
Oh, I found a dime
Eww, a used condom
A cigarette box
And, what is that round thing? I get closer, and I poke at it with my rake. It's hard as a rock. What could it be? I get closer, UGH, it's a pile of puke, hardened over the winter."
This time though, the parking lot hasn't been cleaned since before the snow started.
"Every once in awhile I like to step away from my register and venture out among the living. Today was a day for that adventure. I was assigned to rake the grass primarily to pick up all the loose paper and other items that accumulated in the grassy area during the winter. I started in the highly traveled area of the grass and raked up the usual accumulation of leaves.
Perusing further, I catch a glimpse of a few other items:
Cigarette butts, LOTS of cigarette butts
Tin cans
A used latex glove
Oh, I found a dime
Eww, a used condom
A cigarette box
And, what is that round thing? I get closer, and I poke at it with my rake. It's hard as a rock. What could it be? I get closer, UGH, it's a pile of puke, hardened over the winter."
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Yes, I'm Talking About Puke
I don’t know why, but many people take it upon themselves to puke in various parts inside and outside of the store.
One time, it was early morning, and I was walking around the inside of the store, minding my own business, when I came across a substance on the floor. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it didn’t look good. It was on the floor right next to our snacks. So I ran and got my co-worker and she confirmed what I thought it was: puke.
I ran before I added a pile of puke of my own to it, but once I got over the fact that someone actually puked in our store, I got pissed. So I decided to look it up on tape.
You have to understand something. We have a state-of-the-art security system, and anytime someone does ANYTHING, we look it up on camera. Yes, we are that obsessive about things and yes, we do confront people when they’ve done something.
So I decide to look up when this mysterious substance appeared. It was only 7am when I found it, so I assumed it happened on night shift and the girl working didn’t realize it.
Long story short, it happened as soon as I came on my shift. It was a regular customer, too. He came in, went over to the cooler to get a pop, grabbed his pop, then bent down and puked on the floor, then went up to the register to pay for his pop. Never said a word, nothing.
So the next day, he comes in and my co-worker decided she wanted to say something. So she rings him up for his pop and ask him if he’s feeling okay. He looks at her, confused and says he feels fine. She says that she’s asking because she saw what he did on the floor yesterday. He doesn’t say a word, pays for his pop, leaves and we never see him in the store again.
It’s customers like these that I could really care less about losing. We are cleaning up your puke! At least TELL US that you did it so we don’t have a lawsuit on our hands when a customer ends up slipping on it.
There was another time that I was ringing up at the register, and had numerous customers tell me that there was something over by pump #6. I was afraid to go out there, so I tried looking at it through our binoculars but couldn’t see anything. My coworker ended up going out there and came back in, confirming it was puke. She hosed it down while I went to look on the camera to see who did it.
It ended up being this woman that I had rung up earlier. She ended up paying for her purchase and walked out to her car. She set her coffee cup on the top of her car so she could unlock the door. After she grabbed her cup and got settled in her car, she opened the door back up, puked on the ground, then closed her door and took off. The parking lot was full of customers getting gas when she did this, so I’m sure someone saw her.
We didn’t see her for a long time, but now she’s coming back in. I was all ready to say something to her the day after it happened, but since she didn’t come back in for awhile, too much time has passed. She now comes in everyday and probably doesn’t suspect that we know she did it. She’s a nice enough woman, but I don’t like what she did. None of us should ever have to clean up someone else’s puke.
My first job was working at a drug store, and one time a pregnant lady came in with her 6 year old kid. My back was to them because I was stocking stuff on the wall, but all I heard was this:
Mom: Jimmy, are you okay?
Jimmy: Noooo. (sound of puking)
I happened to look over (I was naïve then) and the woman saw me and asked me to go get her husband from the car to clean it up. She told me that she’d throw up if she cleaned it up. So I proceeded to walk outside and find the description of the car she gave me and told this guy that his son threw up all over the store. He immediately ran in and cleaned the mess up. THAT’S how people should be. Those were some cool puke-cleaning people.
Unlike the ones we get in the store that don’t say a word. I know what you did, lady! If I ever see you puking again, you can be sure I’m going to say something the next time I see you in the store.
One time, it was early morning, and I was walking around the inside of the store, minding my own business, when I came across a substance on the floor. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it didn’t look good. It was on the floor right next to our snacks. So I ran and got my co-worker and she confirmed what I thought it was: puke.
I ran before I added a pile of puke of my own to it, but once I got over the fact that someone actually puked in our store, I got pissed. So I decided to look it up on tape.
You have to understand something. We have a state-of-the-art security system, and anytime someone does ANYTHING, we look it up on camera. Yes, we are that obsessive about things and yes, we do confront people when they’ve done something.
So I decide to look up when this mysterious substance appeared. It was only 7am when I found it, so I assumed it happened on night shift and the girl working didn’t realize it.
Long story short, it happened as soon as I came on my shift. It was a regular customer, too. He came in, went over to the cooler to get a pop, grabbed his pop, then bent down and puked on the floor, then went up to the register to pay for his pop. Never said a word, nothing.
So the next day, he comes in and my co-worker decided she wanted to say something. So she rings him up for his pop and ask him if he’s feeling okay. He looks at her, confused and says he feels fine. She says that she’s asking because she saw what he did on the floor yesterday. He doesn’t say a word, pays for his pop, leaves and we never see him in the store again.
It’s customers like these that I could really care less about losing. We are cleaning up your puke! At least TELL US that you did it so we don’t have a lawsuit on our hands when a customer ends up slipping on it.
There was another time that I was ringing up at the register, and had numerous customers tell me that there was something over by pump #6. I was afraid to go out there, so I tried looking at it through our binoculars but couldn’t see anything. My coworker ended up going out there and came back in, confirming it was puke. She hosed it down while I went to look on the camera to see who did it.
It ended up being this woman that I had rung up earlier. She ended up paying for her purchase and walked out to her car. She set her coffee cup on the top of her car so she could unlock the door. After she grabbed her cup and got settled in her car, she opened the door back up, puked on the ground, then closed her door and took off. The parking lot was full of customers getting gas when she did this, so I’m sure someone saw her.
We didn’t see her for a long time, but now she’s coming back in. I was all ready to say something to her the day after it happened, but since she didn’t come back in for awhile, too much time has passed. She now comes in everyday and probably doesn’t suspect that we know she did it. She’s a nice enough woman, but I don’t like what she did. None of us should ever have to clean up someone else’s puke.
My first job was working at a drug store, and one time a pregnant lady came in with her 6 year old kid. My back was to them because I was stocking stuff on the wall, but all I heard was this:
Mom: Jimmy, are you okay?
Jimmy: Noooo. (sound of puking)
I happened to look over (I was naïve then) and the woman saw me and asked me to go get her husband from the car to clean it up. She told me that she’d throw up if she cleaned it up. So I proceeded to walk outside and find the description of the car she gave me and told this guy that his son threw up all over the store. He immediately ran in and cleaned the mess up. THAT’S how people should be. Those were some cool puke-cleaning people.
Unlike the ones we get in the store that don’t say a word. I know what you did, lady! If I ever see you puking again, you can be sure I’m going to say something the next time I see you in the store.
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