Last night, at 5 MINUTES AFTER CLOSING, a woman came up to me and asked me to help her find some whole Boston butt. It wasn't where it usually was, so I simply said that we must be out (Did I mention it was 5 minutes after closing time?). She told me to go check in the back.
1. I have only been working here for about a month, and I only work the front end, bagging, sweeping, mopping, trash duty, etc. If someone asks me to put an item back on the shelf, it takes me damn near 10 minutes to find it.
2. The meat department's "back" is not the same as our "back". It's some sort of hidden Batcave chock full of meat that I've never seen.
I told her this and apologized, and she made a cat butt face and walked off, saying, "You don't even know what Boston butt is", in a really shitty tone. I shambled off to the back to fill up the mop bucket and make derogatory remarks about her promiscuity to nobody in particular.
1. I have only been working here for about a month, and I only work the front end, bagging, sweeping, mopping, trash duty, etc. If someone asks me to put an item back on the shelf, it takes me damn near 10 minutes to find it.
2. The meat department's "back" is not the same as our "back". It's some sort of hidden Batcave chock full of meat that I've never seen.
I told her this and apologized, and she made a cat butt face and walked off, saying, "You don't even know what Boston butt is", in a really shitty tone. I shambled off to the back to fill up the mop bucket and make derogatory remarks about her promiscuity to nobody in particular.
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