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My day started OK, woke up, browsed on DU a little bit, took a shower, got dressed, went to work. Yeah, the sky was gray, but it was dry, at the time, and everything was OK. At work, the morning shift person, a woman I know, was finishing up her work at the cash register, and we switched drawers, and then she left after cleaning up, etc.
OK, I work at a gas station, and yesterday we switched the policy on gasoline, everyone has to either pre-pay or pay at the pump, they can't just pump gas THEN pay for it. The reason is because my store manager, on Thursday, had a drive off, someone stole gas, by pumping it and driving off. The kicker was that it was 65 dollars in gas, and the guy did NOT have a license plate on his car. My manager had the cops show up, and they did nothing, since he couldn't get a license plate number. So he said, literally, "fuck it" and printed up some signs saying prepay or pay at the pump only.
So today(I was off yesterday), I get a score of complaints from customers because they couldn't pump gas and didn't notice the signs, which were big printer paper taped onto the side of the pumps with huge fucking black letters on them. I swear, most people are either illiterate or stupid, I don't know which. The abuse from customers I could take, I'm used to it, but some were really fucking rude, and its not like I could do anything about it, fucking assholes! :grr:
Anyways, my days at work usually go like this, I have about 10 minutes of busy time with customers, then none show up for the next half hour. Its not exactly a busy store, but gets enough business, and it was Friday. Then the storm happened, it was pretty severe, if short lived, lasting about an hour, but fuck, what an hour! First things first, being a gas station, we sell lottery tickets, and all of them go through a machine connected by satellite to a server, so the lotto runners know where certain numbers where chosen by store, tracking lotto purchasers, etc. Yes they actually do that. But thanks to the storm, the machine couldn't work properly.
In the middle of the storm, I had a guy who wanted a Powerball ticket, in the middle of the storm, so I tried it, and it wouldn't go through, he said forget it, I checked out the other things he bought, and then he left. About ten minutes later, the fucking ticket is printed up, and I couldn't cancel it, how the fuck was I to know it would do that? Since Powerball was a multi-state, rather than Missouri lottery, I couldn't cancel it, so I was guaranteed that my drawer was going to be 5 dollars short tonight.
At the same time I was struggling with the customer and the lottery machine, another two customers where trying to put cheese on their nachos through one of those dispensers that squeezes it out for you. It wasn't working, so as soon as that customer left, I had to go and change the bag that holds the cheese. These bags are made out of foil, and are fucking HOT!!! I was in a rush, having to deal with customers on two sides of the store, so I had to change the bags quickly. I ended up burning my hands for my trouble, but was able to take care of them, though I didn't drain the last bag used, and it was just sitting there, looking like a mess.
Anyways, so I finally cleared the customers out of the store, and the storm looked like it was passing, so I was getting ready to clean up the counter and change out the bags properly when I heard a loud pop on the other side of the counter, near the fountain drinks, and a swoosh of liquid spilled out from underneath the counter cabinets.
The fucking tea bag-in-a-box exploded! This is the second time this happened in two weeks, in fact, the first time it happened, I didn't even work there yet, I'm a new employee. If you don't know what a bag in the box is, its a bag of concentrate liquid, usually soda, but in this case, sweetened tea, that is in a cardboard box, and is hooked up to a dispenser that is connected to a fountain spout. Just to make things fun, there's a shitload of electrical wires and a power strip right next to the bags in the boxes that are sitting under the counter, in the cabinet.
I was getting overwhelmed, a little bit, so I called my co-worker who opened that day at home, she's family(brother-in-law's sister), and she volunteered to come in to help me clean up. I had an hour and a half to close the store when the bag exploded, and I already had a shitload to do that night. At the same time, we called the store manager, he was out with the owners of the store, after some vendor's convention, and was quite drunk by this time(7:30pm). So she showed up, and we went and both of us were able to clean up the store, as best as we can in a hour and a half, and then she left at 9, while I did my paperwork. As expected, because of the lottery ticket, I was almost 5 dollars short(4.70), but the kicker is that our store manager told us that the owners were supposed to come in on Saturday, so make sure its extra clean.
By the time I left, both me and my co-worker were able to get the floor to look sort of clean, but it feels like you are walking on tape, its that sticky. She opens tomorrow, so here's to hoping that she has time to finish cleaning that floor, the ENTIRE store floor, before the owners show up.
Just one of those days, you know? x(
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