Well I guess now I'm obligated to let you guys know what I didn't have to clean up at Walgreens last night. After numerous bouts of all my managers begging and pleading for me to come work 13 hours in one day, I finally caved and told them that I'd come in to work. Only 3 people were working in the entire store: the preppy gossip-queen shift leader that I don't like that much, my pal Jordan (checkout register), and me (photo lab). Of course, Saturday nights that fall at the end of the month are the busiest times for us because we have to pull down the thousands of monthly ad signs throughout the store on top of doing all our normal jobs and helping customers. I was assigned to pull ad signs in aisle 4, aisle 8, aisle 10, photo department, front wall, and the coolers/freezers so the shift leader told me that I didn't have to clean both bathrooms, and that she would have Jordan and I flip a coin to decide who cleans which bathroom. Jordan lost, so he was assigned the women's room. He was told to clean his bathroom first, so I stayed out by the cash register to checkout any customers.
About 5 minutes passed and Jordan came running from the back wearing rubber gloves before shouting across the store at me saying, "WHERE IS KELLI??!" (the shift leader). I didn't know, but told him to check the manager's office. He just says, "I ain't touching that door wearing these gloves." Of course, then some customer comes up and I have to help him, so I ignore the rest of what he says. About 20 minutes later and hearing nothing else, the shift leader comes up from the back just laughing almost to the point of crying. She asks me if he told me why he was freaking out. I told her no, but also said that I was pretty sure I was gonna hear it from him later anyway. She told me that there was apparently period blood in there, which didn't really surprise me or anything, but I was glad I wasn't cleaning it up.
About 1 hour later, he finally comes back to the register pissed to hell and back. He told me there was just straight gore in there and that he was just about ready to quit his job. I just stand there laughing at him making handicapped puns and jabs while he continues freaking out. Was pleased when the shift leader came from around a corner and he told her to "go f*** herself" to which she called him gay.
A few hours later, we were still taunting him about it and he brought up the whole "gay" comment, which panned out quite nicely for me.
J: "Well you called me gay!"
K: "I was just kidding. You don't have to keep being mad."
J: "Well I'm definitely not gay. Girls are where it's at!"
Me: "That's not what you said when you had to clean that bathroom."
In a ba dum tssh attempt, I smacked a shelf and knocked it down spilling merchandise on the floor, but it was worth it.
That had to have been one of my best burns of the week.
