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Considering I'm one of those workers who likes to go above and beyond to help people out, this situation had me so angry I could have punched a baby seal in the face.
b/g - I work in a huge international airport retail store. This story takes place on the first floor, where restrooms and auto rental agencies are located. end b/g
I was walking into work one afternoon and had just entered the building when I decided I'd take a quick potty break. Making a beeline for the nearest restroom, I had taken two steps into the small pathway leading to the restroom when a horrendous smell hit my nostrils. Knowing what I would find, I looked to the floor and, of course, there was a GIANT puddle of vomit sitting innocently in front of the bathroom entrance. Looks like someone didn't make it in time.
Really gross, but it happens. Figuring that I'd get this taken care of immediately (since I'm such a good little worker), I went over to the first airport employee I could find in order to ask for assistance. This woman was behind the counter for one of the major auto rental agencies. Since there were no other customers in line, I figured I could inform her of what was going on, have her page the janitor, and then run to the nearest clean restroom before work.
I walked up to the counter and said, "Someone threw up in the bathroom." (Straight to the point. That's how I roll.)
Her answer? "That's not my job."
I...what? That's not your job? Oh I'm sorry, I must have misspoken. I thought I was simply insinuating that you use the phone behind your desk and contact someone higher up to inform them of the issue. Apparently, instead of doing so, I had demanded that you pull a mop and bucket out of your ass, leave your post, and go clean up the vomit puddle that's located about 200 feet away. My bad, let me reiterate.
"Uh, can you call the janitor?" There we go, that's a bit more to the point!
"No."
...I...Huh. Okay. "Do you know their number?"
"No."
Well, I guess we'll leave the vomit puddle for another day, then. I thanked her in a tone dripping with the "You are a lazy douche" message, then went to clock in at my own store. I informed my managers of the bathroom issue, but I bet no one did anything about it.
I feel bad for the poor janitor when they finally found the mess. How long does vomit take until it cakes to the floor?
b/g - I work in a huge international airport retail store. This story takes place on the first floor, where restrooms and auto rental agencies are located. end b/g
I was walking into work one afternoon and had just entered the building when I decided I'd take a quick potty break. Making a beeline for the nearest restroom, I had taken two steps into the small pathway leading to the restroom when a horrendous smell hit my nostrils. Knowing what I would find, I looked to the floor and, of course, there was a GIANT puddle of vomit sitting innocently in front of the bathroom entrance. Looks like someone didn't make it in time.
Really gross, but it happens. Figuring that I'd get this taken care of immediately (since I'm such a good little worker), I went over to the first airport employee I could find in order to ask for assistance. This woman was behind the counter for one of the major auto rental agencies. Since there were no other customers in line, I figured I could inform her of what was going on, have her page the janitor, and then run to the nearest clean restroom before work.
I walked up to the counter and said, "Someone threw up in the bathroom." (Straight to the point. That's how I roll.)
Her answer? "That's not my job."
I...what? That's not your job? Oh I'm sorry, I must have misspoken. I thought I was simply insinuating that you use the phone behind your desk and contact someone higher up to inform them of the issue. Apparently, instead of doing so, I had demanded that you pull a mop and bucket out of your ass, leave your post, and go clean up the vomit puddle that's located about 200 feet away. My bad, let me reiterate.
"Uh, can you call the janitor?" There we go, that's a bit more to the point!
"No."
...I...Huh. Okay. "Do you know their number?"
"No."
Well, I guess we'll leave the vomit puddle for another day, then. I thanked her in a tone dripping with the "You are a lazy douche" message, then went to clock in at my own store. I informed my managers of the bathroom issue, but I bet no one did anything about it.
I feel bad for the poor janitor when they finally found the mess. How long does vomit take until it cakes to the floor?
Turns out the janitors only came twice a day and we'd just missed their first stop.
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