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A normal Wednesday, we get in our weekly order, including snow sleds, on the first day we broke a hundred degrees.
There are only two people on the sales floor and no one in paint, so I am constatly interrupted from checking in the order to mix paint,....basically a normal day.
Then that afternoon I need a bathroom break, but when I flush, the most vile stench water this side of the river Styx starts comming up from the drain in the floor.
I grab a mop and try to keep this sewage flood from going into the rest of the store, and have to deal with a different flavor of stink water that had been left in the mop bucket to age and season.
The water finally stops and I get some drain acid to clear it out, which adds the smell of rotten eggs to the mix. But I also get some Lemon Pine-Sol and it overpowers all the other smells.
At this point I hear "What is that smell?" a lot but nobody is brave enough(or stupid enough) to get close enough to help. But I am getting it all under control, so obviously it is time for someone to flush in the ladies room. Luckily this time it is more water than "other stuff", but once again I am trying to stop the water from going into the store.
I know what you are thinking, now would be a great time to buy some paint.
They call on the radio, I tell them I am cleaning a sewage leak in the bathroom. A few moments later, I hear "Are you coming to the paint dept.?" I remind them about the raw sewage leaking in the store. A few moments later, the manager shows up, ignoring the stench, the water everwhere, me moping like crazy to contain it and says "They need you up in paint."
And when I do get away, the new girl has allready helped the customers, all she did was ask someone how to save a customer's information. And by the time I got there she had figured out that the button "Save information" was a good choice.
Well three trips outside to dump stink water, mopped the floor twice to get it clean, had to listen to the manager complain that I should not have put acid down the drain because it smells, before he mysteriously disappeared. They called a plumber, but he never showed and about an hour later, every thing was working fine again. I guess the acid cleared the clog.
And after I did all this, cleaned all that and tried to get back to whatever I was doing before the Devil's Bidit overflowed, what does one of the other employes say?
"Oh yeah, it did that yesterday, I ment to tell someone."
I'd kill him, but guess who would have to clean up the mess.
There are only two people on the sales floor and no one in paint, so I am constatly interrupted from checking in the order to mix paint,....basically a normal day.
Then that afternoon I need a bathroom break, but when I flush, the most vile stench water this side of the river Styx starts comming up from the drain in the floor.
I grab a mop and try to keep this sewage flood from going into the rest of the store, and have to deal with a different flavor of stink water that had been left in the mop bucket to age and season.
The water finally stops and I get some drain acid to clear it out, which adds the smell of rotten eggs to the mix. But I also get some Lemon Pine-Sol and it overpowers all the other smells.
At this point I hear "What is that smell?" a lot but nobody is brave enough(or stupid enough) to get close enough to help. But I am getting it all under control, so obviously it is time for someone to flush in the ladies room. Luckily this time it is more water than "other stuff", but once again I am trying to stop the water from going into the store.
I know what you are thinking, now would be a great time to buy some paint.
They call on the radio, I tell them I am cleaning a sewage leak in the bathroom. A few moments later, I hear "Are you coming to the paint dept.?" I remind them about the raw sewage leaking in the store. A few moments later, the manager shows up, ignoring the stench, the water everwhere, me moping like crazy to contain it and says "They need you up in paint."
And when I do get away, the new girl has allready helped the customers, all she did was ask someone how to save a customer's information. And by the time I got there she had figured out that the button "Save information" was a good choice.
Well three trips outside to dump stink water, mopped the floor twice to get it clean, had to listen to the manager complain that I should not have put acid down the drain because it smells, before he mysteriously disappeared. They called a plumber, but he never showed and about an hour later, every thing was working fine again. I guess the acid cleared the clog.
And after I did all this, cleaned all that and tried to get back to whatever I was doing before the Devil's Bidit overflowed, what does one of the other employes say?
"Oh yeah, it did that yesterday, I ment to tell someone."
I'd kill him, but guess who would have to clean up the mess.
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