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Warning: Involves canine bodily functions. Not as bad as some posts, but you are warned, anyway.
My new job is in the back of a kennel. I don't deal with customers *Happy Dance* just their dogs and cats. Up until today, the only "sucky customer" I've had was a boxer who tried to climb in my lap while peeing in excitement. Wet ankles suck.
Then today, I "help" with a get-together. (By help, I mean I got to clean the dogs' messes and answer questions the owners had about the center.) It was a group of small dog owners, mostly Yorkies and Maltese, with the occasional Chihuahua and Shiz Tu added to the mix. It was fun, mostly I just stood around and watched the dogs goof off. All the owners would try to clean up the messes as soon as they appeared, using the napkins they brought for the food. Some would tell me there was a mess "over there" and point to another owner keeping the dogs away from it.
Anyway, this one guy noticed that his dog messed, so he got up, passed the table with the paper towels and napkins, walked up to me, pointed at the mess and told me to clean it. Then he turned around and went back to his seat. He and the woman he came in with were muttering about how slow I was being. I'm sorry, but I'm going to scoop first, then come back with the mop. It's your problem that you didn't walk your dog before you brought him inside. And, honestly? It was behind a line of chairs where no-one went.
Sorry about the quasi-rant, but the way he talked to me just grated, like he was bestowing the privilege of cleaning up after his dog on me, but I wasn't really good enough to do so.
My new job is in the back of a kennel. I don't deal with customers *Happy Dance* just their dogs and cats. Up until today, the only "sucky customer" I've had was a boxer who tried to climb in my lap while peeing in excitement. Wet ankles suck.
Then today, I "help" with a get-together. (By help, I mean I got to clean the dogs' messes and answer questions the owners had about the center.) It was a group of small dog owners, mostly Yorkies and Maltese, with the occasional Chihuahua and Shiz Tu added to the mix. It was fun, mostly I just stood around and watched the dogs goof off. All the owners would try to clean up the messes as soon as they appeared, using the napkins they brought for the food. Some would tell me there was a mess "over there" and point to another owner keeping the dogs away from it.
Anyway, this one guy noticed that his dog messed, so he got up, passed the table with the paper towels and napkins, walked up to me, pointed at the mess and told me to clean it. Then he turned around and went back to his seat. He and the woman he came in with were muttering about how slow I was being. I'm sorry, but I'm going to scoop first, then come back with the mop. It's your problem that you didn't walk your dog before you brought him inside. And, honestly? It was behind a line of chairs where no-one went.
Sorry about the quasi-rant, but the way he talked to me just grated, like he was bestowing the privilege of cleaning up after his dog on me, but I wasn't really good enough to do so.
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