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So. I meow. Alot. I'm sorta good at it. I text it alot. I say it alot. I even write in posts sometimes. Though I was asked recently to explain it, I decided to post it. Mostly because it started because of a customer. That and I haven't been to work, and no stories. So yeah.
I will admit that it was wrong of me to do. But it was still way early in my career, and still young.
NOTICE There is some pee in this story. Just FYI. No, i do not pee on anyone, nor threaten to pee on anyone, no harm was to be caused by my pee.
I was working graveyard, very busy night. I started to have to go potty at around midnight, but it being friday/saturday (I don't remember which day), there was no shot of me getting a break. I've tried asking people to wait, but 99 percent of the time they'll just burst through the door to get their beer, they say go after me, but I still get customers.
Anyway, its 2:30 am. Beer coolers are locked, and I'm finally getting my break. I race to door to lock so I can go, but a guy bursts in. I tell him I have to go bathroom, please wait. Naturally he ignores me, and I'm forced to watch him until he buys what he wants.
(Yeah, I would have gone while he was in store, but that would be a write up. Company doesn't want people allow in the store because its rude. (That and people steal, but they don't want to say it that way). So I'm waiting as he stares at candy bars. I ask if there is one he's looking for. He just stares at me and says no, he can find it himself. Again, I tell him I really need to go to the bathroom, where his retort was I should have gone earlier, not his problem.
I've been doing the dance. I'm hugely tempted to just pee in my soda pop. I'm feeling sick, and he goes over to stare at the big candy bars. Finally I just. Meowed.
ME: Meow....
I walk alittle to the side so he's about ten feet in front of me.
ME: MEooooow?"
ME: Meow!!?
The guy stared at me. Putting his candy bar back, starts walking out.
ME: MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW!
At this point the dude bursts out the door and runs off.
I lock door quickly, and somehow managed to get to bathroom right when it was going off. I still had to mop a little, but I had to go.
Why did I meow? I had no idea. I likely had Tori on my mind, a friend from my first collage, and a girl I had a major huge crush on, who would meow periodically during the times the group all hung out. I still talk to her, still miss her, but yeah. Our friendship isn't exactly like it was.
But yeah. I meowed alot. It worked. I managed to go, and did it ever go. Since then, I tend to meow when I'm ether nervous, unsure of what to say, happy, just alot of different reasons. But that is the orgin of my meow.
EDIT TO ADD: I gave him time. He was in store for ten minutes or so before I meowed.
I will admit that it was wrong of me to do. But it was still way early in my career, and still young.
NOTICE There is some pee in this story. Just FYI. No, i do not pee on anyone, nor threaten to pee on anyone, no harm was to be caused by my pee.
I was working graveyard, very busy night. I started to have to go potty at around midnight, but it being friday/saturday (I don't remember which day), there was no shot of me getting a break. I've tried asking people to wait, but 99 percent of the time they'll just burst through the door to get their beer, they say go after me, but I still get customers.
Anyway, its 2:30 am. Beer coolers are locked, and I'm finally getting my break. I race to door to lock so I can go, but a guy bursts in. I tell him I have to go bathroom, please wait. Naturally he ignores me, and I'm forced to watch him until he buys what he wants.
(Yeah, I would have gone while he was in store, but that would be a write up. Company doesn't want people allow in the store because its rude. (That and people steal, but they don't want to say it that way). So I'm waiting as he stares at candy bars. I ask if there is one he's looking for. He just stares at me and says no, he can find it himself. Again, I tell him I really need to go to the bathroom, where his retort was I should have gone earlier, not his problem.
I've been doing the dance. I'm hugely tempted to just pee in my soda pop. I'm feeling sick, and he goes over to stare at the big candy bars. Finally I just. Meowed.
ME: Meow....
I walk alittle to the side so he's about ten feet in front of me.
ME: MEooooow?"
ME: Meow!!?
The guy stared at me. Putting his candy bar back, starts walking out.
ME: MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW!
At this point the dude bursts out the door and runs off.
I lock door quickly, and somehow managed to get to bathroom right when it was going off. I still had to mop a little, but I had to go.
Why did I meow? I had no idea. I likely had Tori on my mind, a friend from my first collage, and a girl I had a major huge crush on, who would meow periodically during the times the group all hung out. I still talk to her, still miss her, but yeah. Our friendship isn't exactly like it was.
But yeah. I meowed alot. It worked. I managed to go, and did it ever go. Since then, I tend to meow when I'm ether nervous, unsure of what to say, happy, just alot of different reasons. But that is the orgin of my meow.
EDIT TO ADD: I gave him time. He was in store for ten minutes or so before I meowed.
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