Beaten the crap out of my a mop...
It was like the entire universe was telling me not to get out of bed today. I should have listened D:
Not even five minutes into my shift an elderly gentleman tripped on a basket in express, grazed his arm badly on a display and was bleeding everywhere (sorry Bek). I was still trying to put on my supervising headset while calling for first aid attendants.
Not long after that, a customer was practically going to kill me over some juice and 60 cents. I was even doing what the AREA MANAGER (this guy goes waaaay above our store) told me to do. The guys goes nuts and abuses me, as if I have personally done this to him and that frustrates me. I have better things to do (like play a certain CRPG we all know and love) than make your life miserable. The fact that you get off at trying to make my life a misery says the world about you.
"I am sorry sir, I am only doing my job and what I've been told to do. If you want to complain, do so to the manager. You'll get nowhere with me."
"Alright then! Take me to your manager! I going to give him shit."
"Great. Follow me."
*walk walk walk walk to manager* [please note that the store is packed, my boss is on her lunch and I'm the only one running the floor. I definitely have better things to do.)
"This is our Area Manager."
"G'day, I'm Chris *shakes hands*"
"Well g'day Chris, I'm pissed off."
"... *Kathryn walks away*"
"I'm pissed off"?! Seriously, mate, did you stay up all night thinking that one up? I can't believe you just went and embarrassed yourself in front of your daughter like that. What a joke.
Ok so that happened and soon after a customer dropped a large glass jar of spaghetti sauce every where. She also cut her toe and we have part two of the Woolworths Blood Diaries. Truly, this isthe age of Vampires. Eventually, the duty manager and I clean up the rest of it up and we managed to spray the stuff all over ourselves as we're trying to chuck it out. It was funny, but still :\ The finishing blow was when I've reached down to grab another garbage bag, she's reached for the mop and I unfortunately found myself getting a faceful of mop instead. It really hurt just quietly.
A plate mysteriously fell off and shattered as I walked by the isle it was in. The isle was empty. I also have started to get bruises from when I slammed in to the bin (happened in the last hour or so).
So yeah. Should have called in sick.
Not even five minutes into my shift an elderly gentleman tripped on a basket in express, grazed his arm badly on a display and was bleeding everywhere (sorry Bek). I was still trying to put on my supervising headset while calling for first aid attendants.
Not long after that, a customer was practically going to kill me over some juice and 60 cents. I was even doing what the AREA MANAGER (this guy goes waaaay above our store) told me to do. The guys goes nuts and abuses me, as if I have personally done this to him and that frustrates me. I have better things to do (like play a certain CRPG we all know and love) than make your life miserable. The fact that you get off at trying to make my life a misery says the world about you.
"I am sorry sir, I am only doing my job and what I've been told to do. If you want to complain, do so to the manager. You'll get nowhere with me."
"Alright then! Take me to your manager! I going to give him shit."
"Great. Follow me."
*walk walk walk walk to manager* [please note that the store is packed, my boss is on her lunch and I'm the only one running the floor. I definitely have better things to do.)
"This is our Area Manager."
"G'day, I'm Chris *shakes hands*"
"Well g'day Chris, I'm pissed off."
"... *Kathryn walks away*"
"I'm pissed off"?! Seriously, mate, did you stay up all night thinking that one up? I can't believe you just went and embarrassed yourself in front of your daughter like that. What a joke.
Ok so that happened and soon after a customer dropped a large glass jar of spaghetti sauce every where. She also cut her toe and we have part two of the Woolworths Blood Diaries. Truly, this isthe age of Vampires. Eventually, the duty manager and I clean up the rest of it up and we managed to spray the stuff all over ourselves as we're trying to chuck it out. It was funny, but still :\ The finishing blow was when I've reached down to grab another garbage bag, she's reached for the mop and I unfortunately found myself getting a faceful of mop instead. It really hurt just quietly.
A plate mysteriously fell off and shattered as I walked by the isle it was in. The isle was empty. I also have started to get bruises from when I slammed in to the bin (happened in the last hour or so).
So yeah. Should have called in sick.