Today at work

Today at work we had this drunk guy park his bike in the store. Well, I saw the bike and not the dude at first. I reported it to Errolyn at the customer service desk. Before she called for the owner to come up, the guy shows up. I told him he's not allowed to have his bike inside the building because it's a safety hazard and against the store policy. He just tells me it's not hurting anyone and completely tunes out what I have to say. I told Errolyn and Dan (my manager) where he went and that he ignored me. Well, later as I'm about to help a guest, he pops up yelling "WHERE'S THE TATTLE-TALE? WHERE'S THE FAGGOTY PUNK-ASS BITCH WHO TATTLE TALED ON ME!" He points at me and starts yelling that I'm a stupid little faggot and that his bike wasn't hurting anyone. Well, I hate being yelled at, so I returned the fire and told him I'm just doing my job and that it's against the store policy to have the bike inside. He keeps trying to tell me off and I tell him to just get the hell out of the store because I'm not going to listen to his crap. He then threatened to beat me up after work and went off. The guest then called him a bastard and we had a laugh. Well, about an hour later he pops back in with his bike and yells for my attention and just gives me a glare when I look at him. He left and I didn't see him after. I then learned that he was drunk (the alcohol smell was strong, though I didn't know because I wasn't close to him) and that he also asked for my co-worker's discount card as well as to use some tools from the back room.

You can't argue with drunk people.

No, but you can really fuck with their heads. Loads of fun.

Can't win an arugment with drunk people.

Yesterday at work, I had two def people order drinks. The woman was talking wiht what appeared to be with only moans, and the guy was talking as though he was retarded, but I could at least hear him.

I felt bad for them.

It's not so bad. I have a few people like that who go through Meijer. After a while you memorize what they want.

You shut the fuck up RIGHT now.

Burger King is fucking Bull SHIT.

(i got some curse words outta my system)

Im only 15, they work the minors with shitty hours. I got 3 hours today and i dont even work tomorrow(we work weekends only). Okay, so i cleaned bathrooms today.

Did guys bathroom, then started doing girls. I looked in a toilet, saw some fuckin bitch took a dump in it and left it there. Flushed it. Left. Manager went in i guess while i was cleaning tables and shit and then bitched at me and said i didnt clean them. Then she told me a toilet was clogged up. I went in and had to plunge the fuckin girls toilet. That was the nastiest shit i have ever seen. Then i had to clean the bitch's tampon box out(we have a lil box where bitches put their old tampons and shit).

After i did all that i mopped and went into the guys to mop. I saw that the stall was open(only 1 stall and 1 urinal) so i figured it was empty bc you use the stall to take a shit, and you close it when u take a shit. I started singing to myself

I said

"I just saw some bitches shit and it was fuckin nastaaay" Right when i got done singing it, i looked up, some fuckin like 6 year old was taking a shit, and playing with himself, when he saw that I saw, he covered himself and gasped. I ran out, just about quit.

Then the 6 minors that work there decided we were all putting in our 2 weeks together, on the same day, in about 3 or 4 weeks.

Wow. That's pretty terrible... my job pales in comparison!

drunk people are awesome

Fast food drama. Gotta love it.

Personally, I really dont care. It doesn't bother me THAT much, but if i can pretend to care a little bit more, and post it on here to give you guys something to laugh about, so be it.

My 6.50 is worth it.

Oh, yea!

Theres this mexican kid i work with. He is 15 like me, we started the same day. His dad also works there so he gets babied and doesnt do shit the whole time and gets hella hours. He was talking about how he has ambition to work, and he was about to say how he wants money, i cut him off and said "Because your a mexican." He was like "id work for 1 dollar an hour"

So for the rest of the day every time i saw him standin around id call him a mexican, and tell him to get to work.

I know, that one wasnt as good as before, or the others, but i had to rant about this.

Sounds like a father-son trade.

Yea, i shoulda offered him to mow my lawn.

He is so gay.

God bless Nepotism.

Today at work I handed over a playboy magazine to a man I'll call Beavis.

"here I found somethign for you"

he looked at me in a stern face and gave me some shit about "they are very very opposed to this type of behavior".

Fuck him. It's just a porno mag.

You didn't need to assign a name to the man. It added nothing.

I was planning to go into more detail about how he sucks, but I'm tired and I had a book I needed to finish.

Today at work we had this drunk guy park his bike in the store. Well, I saw the bike and not the dude at first. I reported it to Errolyn at the customer service desk. Before she called for the owner to come up, the guy shows up. I told him he's not allowed to have his bike inside the building because it's a safety hazard and against the store policy. He just tells me it's not hurting anyone and completely tunes out what I have to say. I told Errolyn and Dan (my manager) where he went and that he ignored me. Well, later as I'm about to help a guest, he pops up yelling "WHERE'S THE TATTLE-TALE? WHERE'S THE FAGGOTY PUNK-ASS BITCH WHO TATTLE TALED ON ME!" He points at me and starts yelling that I'm a stupid little faggot and that his bike wasn't hurting anyone. Well, I hate being yelled at, so I returned the fire and told him I'm just doing my job and that it's against the store policy to have the bike inside. He keeps trying to tell me off and I tell him to just get the hell out of the store because I'm not going to listen to his crap. He then threatened to beat me up after work and went off. The guest then called him a bastard and we had a laugh. Well, about an hour later he pops back in with his bike and yells for my attention and just gives me a glare when I look at him. He left and I didn't see him after. I then learned that he was drunk (the alcohol smell was strong, though I didn't know because I wasn't close to him) and that he also asked for my co-worker's discount card as well as to use some tools from the back room.

What happened to him? Did you guys call the cops on him or did I miss that part?

Today at work I handed over a playboy magazine to a man I'll call Beavis. "here I found somethign for you" he looked at me in a stern face and gave me some shit about "they are very very opposed to this type of behavior". Fuck him. It's just a porno mag.

Its tasteful pictures. Not hardcore sex

Yeah, once at Meijer my SC told me to go and clean one of the girls stalls in the bathroom up front. I went in thinking that there was just TP on the floor or something. Noooo. Of course not. I'm never as lucky as that. I walk into that first stall and 'lo and behold, the whole fucking toilet is covered in shit, running down the sides and right onto the floor.

So please, no complaining about a mere clog of the toilet.

Seriously, how the fuck do you miss the toilet that badly?