May 03, 2009 23:22
I'm such a tool.
Yesterday I was running out to pick up yummy Thai take out, and I ended up putting a huge scratch in my parents' car. They were parked in the driveway, and I was in the garage. They were a little too far over to the right, but I thought I had enough room until I heard the crunch :( To my surprise, when I told them, neither of them seemed to care too much. But it's a pretty long scratch - about a foot long. Luckily I think it's just paint scraped off and and the metal isn't damaged. But there's a reallllly long scratch on my car. Good thing it's old and crappy and no one cares if it's scratched.
I'm officially completely disgusted by one of my co-workers. For some reason she doesn't seem to understand that wearing 3+ inch heels while working a 5+ hour shift probably isn't the most comfortable thing to do. So she keeps taking off her shoes at work and leaving black footprints everywhere because her feet are so nasty. But apparently it gets worse. We have a lot of little dust bunnies hiding under things at our store, and when she walks around barefoot she tends to collect them and other disgusting little things on her feet. One of our other co-workers witnessed her scraping the crap off of the bottom of her foot, throw it into the trash, and then go on ringing up customers or doing whatever it was she was doing. EW??? I'm surprised we haven't all come down with some weird fungus on our hands from using the same registers as her.