Cleaning, Cleaning, How I Love The Cleaning.

[XCashier]

You mean nobody came up to you and said, "As long as your down there..."?

That's when you hold up the razor blade you were scraping the tiles with and reply, "I beg your pardon?"

Turns the into and really fast!

[mikoyan29]

Minor gripe tonight. We have some regional corporate muckety-muck coming in to inspect our Aid of Rite in a few days so I was set to work cleaning, even down to scrape the wax and dirt buildup surrounding the Pepsi display with a putty knife because SM wants the store CLEAN. (That's a nitpicky detail that I could have done without because said regional muckety-muck is not THAT picky; but then again he visits about once a year)

I got tired of people telling me variants of "You missed a spot! Hyuck hyuck hyuck!" "You have the best job! Hyuck hyuck hyuck!" "You look comfy down there! Hyuck hyuck hyuck!" "Get it all clean now! Hyuck hyuck hyuck!" "Looking good! Hyuck hyuck hyuck!"

Oooh, you're SO clever! I haven't heard that one! Look at how much I'm laughing!

Hmmm...It seems that Caesar told those to Brutus...Look what it got him...

[Alyssie]

It's funny, most of the time I didn't mind the cleaning so much because other than the random annoying comments of customers walking in, it got me away from directly dealing with them and handling their money or food. However, man oh man did I want to walk out a few times when I was the only clerk that actually showed up to work with four registers open and only me to bag, collect carts, (or wagons as we called them), work the bottle return, make sure the plastic and paper recycling wasn't falling over it was so full, clean up any messes, help someone out with groceries, etc. The reason I hated it, was because I was one of the few reliable people that actually showed up and did as I was told (lol my mistake!!) and they would hire teenagers that would call in sick constantly. Anyway, I almost flipped a gasket once when I was in the middle of a huge bottle room order (people bringing in bags of bottles to redeem), there was no wagons in the foyer and no baggers and the cashiers screamed at me, asking me where I was and what I was doing, saying "She needs to stop disapearing~!". I wanted to punch them in the face. Like I can do a zillion things at once. ugh..that's why I take pity on the Walmart cashiers. Everyone always bitch's about how there is fifteen registers and only two open so of course, they take it out on the cashier's that actually showed up for work LOL


I remember cleaning under registers and the cigarette cases with a razor and thinking yeah, this is really a job that matters..