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Ohhhh, the glitter 
This is from last Halloween, its only now that I can find the humor in it and not just the rage.
The craft store where I work (the M store as my knit friends call it) was having a kids craft event for the price of a mask, about $2.
As we were getting ready for the winter holiday rush, there were some new hires that we were breaking in, as well as a new manager.
The event was scheduled to start at 6 pm and go to 8 pm. No one came in until 7:45. It was 3 women with 3 kids each. They demanded that we let their kids make the masks as it wasn't 8 yet.
I was on register so the manage had Newbie McNewbierton, get the supplies out of the classroom and bring them out to the store floor where the table was set up.
The mothers then got upset because there were no rhinestone for the masks, just paint, glue and glitter, so much glitter.
Manager explains that the picture in the ad for the event does not show rhinestones so they're not getting rhinestones. They then sat at the table until 9:15. We close at 9, so they them complain that we were rushing them so they want a refund for the masks they bought so their kids could participate in the event. Manager and everyone else working wants them gone, so she caves and gives them the refund.
After the doors are locked, we all start to clean up the go backs, and that's when I spot it. It turns out Newbie didn't stay at the table to watch the kids. And neither did their mothers. What they did was beyond a mess, they had up ended the paints and glitter containers all over the table.
There was glitter all over one end of the table, paint on the other. Glitter on the floor, paint on the chairs seats.
I called the manager over, well not so much called as she, and the other 3 co-workers, came running over when she heard "Jesus tapping dancing Christ on a God damn purple pogo stick! I'll kill them if they ever come back."
At the site of the mess, she snapped swept a handful of glitter in to her hand and tossed in the air, them grabbed more handfuls and just let loose on all of us standing there. Newbie 2, who had spent the night cleaning up the sticker aisles booked and manged to escape the glitter fest.
Most nights I come home with some glitter on me and my clothes, that night it was everywhere. Some had managed to get in my bra, and socks.
We did eventually get the mess cleaned up, thankfully the table was covered with butcher paper and seats were easy to wipe up, but there were some pieces of glitter that no amount of sweeping would get up.
This is from last Halloween, its only now that I can find the humor in it and not just the rage.
The craft store where I work (the M store as my knit friends call it) was having a kids craft event for the price of a mask, about $2.
As we were getting ready for the winter holiday rush, there were some new hires that we were breaking in, as well as a new manager.
The event was scheduled to start at 6 pm and go to 8 pm. No one came in until 7:45. It was 3 women with 3 kids each. They demanded that we let their kids make the masks as it wasn't 8 yet.
I was on register so the manage had Newbie McNewbierton, get the supplies out of the classroom and bring them out to the store floor where the table was set up.
The mothers then got upset because there were no rhinestone for the masks, just paint, glue and glitter, so much glitter.
Manager explains that the picture in the ad for the event does not show rhinestones so they're not getting rhinestones. They then sat at the table until 9:15. We close at 9, so they them complain that we were rushing them so they want a refund for the masks they bought so their kids could participate in the event. Manager and everyone else working wants them gone, so she caves and gives them the refund.
After the doors are locked, we all start to clean up the go backs, and that's when I spot it. It turns out Newbie didn't stay at the table to watch the kids. And neither did their mothers. What they did was beyond a mess, they had up ended the paints and glitter containers all over the table.
There was glitter all over one end of the table, paint on the other. Glitter on the floor, paint on the chairs seats.
I called the manager over, well not so much called as she, and the other 3 co-workers, came running over when she heard "Jesus tapping dancing Christ on a God damn purple pogo stick! I'll kill them if they ever come back."
At the site of the mess, she snapped swept a handful of glitter in to her hand and tossed in the air, them grabbed more handfuls and just let loose on all of us standing there. Newbie 2, who had spent the night cleaning up the sticker aisles booked and manged to escape the glitter fest.
Most nights I come home with some glitter on me and my clothes, that night it was everywhere. Some had managed to get in my bra, and socks.
We did eventually get the mess cleaned up, thankfully the table was covered with butcher paper and seats were easy to wipe up, but there were some pieces of glitter that no amount of sweeping would get up.
over that one.
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