Enough is enough
Ok. Aries is now entering into complete and utter bitchfit mode. Let's all cope now, people.
So it's 11am and I *JUST* got home from my 11pm-7am shift. This has been a glorious evening. Let me explain in a handy dandy itemized list:
-This town was full of complete drunken BAFFOONS. Never in my entire time at Kum n Go have I seen them like THIS. Apparently somebody died near the bars last night and it might have been murder.
-The porta potties broke so the store's bathroom was opened. This was actually no problem at all until about 2am (when the shit storm really kicked in, more on that later) when people started going in large groups to the bathroom to piss directly on the floor and causing all of that to be further spread around the store.
-A man whom our co-worker Christian has deemed his nemesis came into the store. This guy has been stealing beer from us for some time and Christian caught him. Guy comes in last night so Christian calls the police ahead of time because he knows it's probably for the best. Guy starts some shit trying to buy some cigarettes, Christian turns him down and says cheerfully "And oh look the cops are here" so the guy takes off and off guy Iowa City's finest after him. Well they catch him and take him to jail. Well about 10:15 am the guy comes BACK to Kum n Go AFTER BEING JAIL FOR BEING AT THE STORE to buy his cigarettes again. After my night I had just had I was like "what the fuck ever here you are" and then he proceeds to lay down a bunch of death threats against Christian. I didn't know what to do so I just got the guy out of there. I know Christian can handle himself, he's a tough guy. But a death threat was made to not only one of my favorite co-workers, but a good friend of mine. I had Brian pass along a message to Eric, our boss, letting him know of this. I just think he needs to know. And now Im' waaaaaaay worried about Christian being in that store. I don't want anything bad to happen to him.
-Long story short, everyone was a fucking asshole tonight. We had guys stealing left and right, we had as many people inthe store at 2am as we did at 6am for tailgating. People were chugging beer, trying to break into cars to get rides (no one could get a cab, they were all so busy). My friend Marni was driving to Kum n Go at 1am and had no less then 6 people try to open her backseat door WHILE SHE WAS DRIVING. Thank god her doors were locked. People were getting pissed off because it was cold and they couldn't get home. We had some people coming in telling us that they were getting verbally assaulted by all sorts of freaks trying to get into their cars. It was really getting scary
-After 2am, I noticed this guy standing in line for the bathroom chugging one of our 5-liter mini-kegs. Not good call. Public drinking = DUMB. He does this right as Officer Betts, my favorite officer and I think the unofficial Store #52 cop, walks in. So I pull Betts aside and point the kid out. So he goes over, talks to the guy, makes him pour the ENTIRE KEG down the drain. Kid DID pay for it and he WAS 21 so he pretty much got let go. But he was NOT allowed back in the store. EVER. If he stepped foot into the store, police were to be called and jail time would be served. Fair enough. Officer leaves. KID COMES BACK. Demands his receipt back (which we had taken back since he clearly didn't need it anymore) so he can get a new one. I step up, speak over Christian (who at this point was telling the kid to get the fuck out) and told him that "you broke the fucking law, you were punished and get the fuck out right now before I have your worthless ass thrown in jail" Kid doesn't leave and I grab the phone, he leaves. At some point he tries asking an officer for a ride. Riiiiiiiiight. Just before Christian left I went out for a smoke. See the kid around the corner near the next door apartments. knowing he needs to blow off some steam I let Christian know and off he goes with his mop handle to take care ofi t. Kid goes RUNNING. It was beautiful. Never saw him again. Lovely.
-Because of how busy it was, I got to START my cleaning list after shift cut....at about quarter till 6. Ooooook. NO biggie, I'll get started and once Bess gets here at 7am, I'll stay an extra hour get things tidied up and I should be wonderful. I dont need to get everything PERFECT on Sunday mornings because well...Sundays are freaking slow. And we're waaaaay overstaffed today. Should be good right? WRONG. Bess calls in. She doesn't feel well. She was out drinking at our BOSS' HOUSE the night before. Cute. So I get to stay there at Kum n Go until 10am until Brian shows up (who also went to boss' house and came into work JUST FINE) *FINE* She has me call Eric, our boss, for her because apparently she can't. FINE. I do. HIS GOD DAMN PHONE IS OFF. I believe my first message went a little something like:
Eric, it's Justin. It's 8:30am, I'm here alone STILL, Bess called in. Not happy. Call back. *click*
Feeling bad about this, I call him back leaving another message (this was 30 minutes later so its all good) stating that I was sorry for my sassyness, that it's been a HORRIBLE night and to just call me when he gets up. He calls me back. I tell him the deal and also that I had been really feeling icky during this whole night and I had actually puked (which is true, I did, just after shift cut) and that I was calling in for Sunday night. I don't really care, I'll still hit 40 hours for the week, so screw it. So Brian shows up, my cab takes forever and here I am. Hopefully not working until Wednesday, going to go rest soon, and hopefully feel better. because my stomach is in knots, my head is POUNDING, my back and whatever has been wrong with it the past two weeks and it constantly hurting and this HORRIBLE night filled with nothing but asshats.....all of this = Justin not working Sunday night. 8 bucks an hour = NOT FUCKING WORTH IT.
I love my job. I really do. But last night after EVERYTHING that happened, i do not feel safe there alone or on 3rd shift. I do not feel well physically or mentally (I broke down into tears at one point because I couldnt handle the stress anymore) and I just need some TIME. And I really don't think being in that store on Sunday night alone is really what's in my best interest right now. I'm feeling very very threatened, I'm feeling very pissed off, and I'm feeling kind of like a tool for having to work extra hours because some people have the brown bottle fever. Am I over reacting and being a cry baby? YES. Do I have a right? Yeah, pretty much. No matter what, I'm taking this time off for right now and resting and getting my body normal again, physically and mentally.
Sorry for the incoherent rants and somewhat incomplete thoughts.....brain isn't working right at the moment.
So it's 11am and I *JUST* got home from my 11pm-7am shift. This has been a glorious evening. Let me explain in a handy dandy itemized list:
-This town was full of complete drunken BAFFOONS. Never in my entire time at Kum n Go have I seen them like THIS. Apparently somebody died near the bars last night and it might have been murder.
-The porta potties broke so the store's bathroom was opened. This was actually no problem at all until about 2am (when the shit storm really kicked in, more on that later) when people started going in large groups to the bathroom to piss directly on the floor and causing all of that to be further spread around the store.
-A man whom our co-worker Christian has deemed his nemesis came into the store. This guy has been stealing beer from us for some time and Christian caught him. Guy comes in last night so Christian calls the police ahead of time because he knows it's probably for the best. Guy starts some shit trying to buy some cigarettes, Christian turns him down and says cheerfully "And oh look the cops are here" so the guy takes off and off guy Iowa City's finest after him. Well they catch him and take him to jail. Well about 10:15 am the guy comes BACK to Kum n Go AFTER BEING JAIL FOR BEING AT THE STORE to buy his cigarettes again. After my night I had just had I was like "what the fuck ever here you are" and then he proceeds to lay down a bunch of death threats against Christian. I didn't know what to do so I just got the guy out of there. I know Christian can handle himself, he's a tough guy. But a death threat was made to not only one of my favorite co-workers, but a good friend of mine. I had Brian pass along a message to Eric, our boss, letting him know of this. I just think he needs to know. And now Im' waaaaaaay worried about Christian being in that store. I don't want anything bad to happen to him.
-Long story short, everyone was a fucking asshole tonight. We had guys stealing left and right, we had as many people inthe store at 2am as we did at 6am for tailgating. People were chugging beer, trying to break into cars to get rides (no one could get a cab, they were all so busy). My friend Marni was driving to Kum n Go at 1am and had no less then 6 people try to open her backseat door WHILE SHE WAS DRIVING. Thank god her doors were locked. People were getting pissed off because it was cold and they couldn't get home. We had some people coming in telling us that they were getting verbally assaulted by all sorts of freaks trying to get into their cars. It was really getting scary
-After 2am, I noticed this guy standing in line for the bathroom chugging one of our 5-liter mini-kegs. Not good call. Public drinking = DUMB. He does this right as Officer Betts, my favorite officer and I think the unofficial Store #52 cop, walks in. So I pull Betts aside and point the kid out. So he goes over, talks to the guy, makes him pour the ENTIRE KEG down the drain. Kid DID pay for it and he WAS 21 so he pretty much got let go. But he was NOT allowed back in the store. EVER. If he stepped foot into the store, police were to be called and jail time would be served. Fair enough. Officer leaves. KID COMES BACK. Demands his receipt back (which we had taken back since he clearly didn't need it anymore) so he can get a new one. I step up, speak over Christian (who at this point was telling the kid to get the fuck out) and told him that "you broke the fucking law, you were punished and get the fuck out right now before I have your worthless ass thrown in jail" Kid doesn't leave and I grab the phone, he leaves. At some point he tries asking an officer for a ride. Riiiiiiiiight. Just before Christian left I went out for a smoke. See the kid around the corner near the next door apartments. knowing he needs to blow off some steam I let Christian know and off he goes with his mop handle to take care ofi t. Kid goes RUNNING. It was beautiful. Never saw him again. Lovely.
-Because of how busy it was, I got to START my cleaning list after shift cut....at about quarter till 6. Ooooook. NO biggie, I'll get started and once Bess gets here at 7am, I'll stay an extra hour get things tidied up and I should be wonderful. I dont need to get everything PERFECT on Sunday mornings because well...Sundays are freaking slow. And we're waaaaay overstaffed today. Should be good right? WRONG. Bess calls in. She doesn't feel well. She was out drinking at our BOSS' HOUSE the night before. Cute. So I get to stay there at Kum n Go until 10am until Brian shows up (who also went to boss' house and came into work JUST FINE) *FINE* She has me call Eric, our boss, for her because apparently she can't. FINE. I do. HIS GOD DAMN PHONE IS OFF. I believe my first message went a little something like:
Eric, it's Justin. It's 8:30am, I'm here alone STILL, Bess called in. Not happy. Call back. *click*
Feeling bad about this, I call him back leaving another message (this was 30 minutes later so its all good) stating that I was sorry for my sassyness, that it's been a HORRIBLE night and to just call me when he gets up. He calls me back. I tell him the deal and also that I had been really feeling icky during this whole night and I had actually puked (which is true, I did, just after shift cut) and that I was calling in for Sunday night. I don't really care, I'll still hit 40 hours for the week, so screw it. So Brian shows up, my cab takes forever and here I am. Hopefully not working until Wednesday, going to go rest soon, and hopefully feel better. because my stomach is in knots, my head is POUNDING, my back and whatever has been wrong with it the past two weeks and it constantly hurting and this HORRIBLE night filled with nothing but asshats.....all of this = Justin not working Sunday night. 8 bucks an hour = NOT FUCKING WORTH IT.
I love my job. I really do. But last night after EVERYTHING that happened, i do not feel safe there alone or on 3rd shift. I do not feel well physically or mentally (I broke down into tears at one point because I couldnt handle the stress anymore) and I just need some TIME. And I really don't think being in that store on Sunday night alone is really what's in my best interest right now. I'm feeling very very threatened, I'm feeling very pissed off, and I'm feeling kind of like a tool for having to work extra hours because some people have the brown bottle fever. Am I over reacting and being a cry baby? YES. Do I have a right? Yeah, pretty much. No matter what, I'm taking this time off for right now and resting and getting my body normal again, physically and mentally.
Sorry for the incoherent rants and somewhat incomplete thoughts.....brain isn't working right at the moment.