near death experiences - on the clock!
so, dig this.
I'm at work yesterday... sunday night, that is. it's supposed to be an easy close - no update, so we should be out by midnight.
only, seeing as someone at home office noticed it was a slow night, and decided that we'd be getting our ceilings painted that eve.
I don't know if you've ever been in an enclosed space with lots of paint fumes wafting around, for like, 10 hours. I hadn't. I would not like to repeat the experience. there was painting on the men's side of the store, and out the back door, in the service hallway behind the stockroom.
a few hours into it, most everyone was either irritable or sleepy - or both. I was feeling pretty weak, actually. I usually keep clothes I'm about to fold on my shoulder so I can just pick them off and start folding without bending over to pick up every single article of clothing. however, I was unable to keep the clothes in their usual place and stand up. it was very awkward.
at ten hours into it, managers realize that all six of us that are still working are way fucked over by paint fumes - all of us had bluish lips, which I hadn't seen before. apparently that's from like, a serious lack of oxygen?
we called the general manager and were sent home.
I fucking hate the corporate decision makers some times.
I'm at work yesterday... sunday night, that is. it's supposed to be an easy close - no update, so we should be out by midnight.
only, seeing as someone at home office noticed it was a slow night, and decided that we'd be getting our ceilings painted that eve.
I don't know if you've ever been in an enclosed space with lots of paint fumes wafting around, for like, 10 hours. I hadn't. I would not like to repeat the experience. there was painting on the men's side of the store, and out the back door, in the service hallway behind the stockroom.
a few hours into it, most everyone was either irritable or sleepy - or both. I was feeling pretty weak, actually. I usually keep clothes I'm about to fold on my shoulder so I can just pick them off and start folding without bending over to pick up every single article of clothing. however, I was unable to keep the clothes in their usual place and stand up. it was very awkward.
at ten hours into it, managers realize that all six of us that are still working are way fucked over by paint fumes - all of us had bluish lips, which I hadn't seen before. apparently that's from like, a serious lack of oxygen?
we called the general manager and were sent home.
I fucking hate the corporate decision makers some times.