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conker249 wrote: When I worked at hardees years ago, I went to clean the Women's bathroom stall and there was a decapitated Doe's head. Luckily not a lot of blood. just a pool. Sad to have to say THAT was the lucky part.
Ah the women's public washroom! While the above is insanely extreme, you guys are so lucky you never have to regularly enter these hellholes...
It's typical to see on a regular occasion things like;
- pee all over the toilet seat & half the stall, because someone decided to try and 'do it like a dude'.
- poo smears.
- massive gobs of hair that someone attempted to unsuccessfully flush away. Or else just left all over a wet floor.
- wet toilet seats covered in 'not head hair', but hair from 'other' regions.
- mothers letting their kids, sometimes boys as old as 9 or 10, run around and peer under the stall doors to see what's up.
- mothers who just leave their infant/toddler's used dipper on the change table, usually with explosive nastiness dripping down the side of the table.
- the "always on her cell 24/7" blonde who accidently drops it in the unflushed bowl, and then goes ballistic at the staff demanding they replace it for her.
- used condoms (and sometimes not even tied off!)
- mud babies left to float.
- used sanitary napkins left to float.
- Aunt Flow sprayed all over the place, with a very full used sanitary napkin AND mud 'triplets' left to float!
- Aunt Flow being left all over the place in general... Like seriously, that's just biohazard infection city right there!
And it's truly amazing the number of women who never wash their hands after going. Typically you see at least half of women who've finished up their business just up and leave, never bothering to wash their hands.
It's so bad that I usually try to avoid having to use a public washroom if I can help it at all. Women are literally the most disgusting things on the planet.
conker249 wrote: When I worked at hardees years ago, I went to clean the Women's bathroom stall and there was a decapitated Doe's head. Luckily not a lot of blood. just a pool. Sad to have to say THAT was the lucky part.
Ah the women's public washroom! While the above is insanely extreme, you guys are so lucky you never have to regularly enter these hellholes...
It's typical to see on a regular occasion things like;
- pee all over the toilet seat & half the stall, because someone decided to try and 'do it like a dude'.
- poo smears.
- massive gobs of hair that someone attempted to unsuccessfully flush away. Or else just left all over a wet floor.
- wet toilet seats covered in 'not head hair', but hair from 'other' regions.
- mothers letting their kids, sometimes boys as old as 9 or 10, run around and peer under the stall doors to see what's up.
- mothers who just leave their infant/toddler's used dipper on the change table, usually with explosive nastiness dripping down the side of the table.
- the "always on her cell 24/7" blonde who accidently drops it in the unflushed bowl, and then goes ballistic at the staff demanding they replace it for her.
- used condoms (and sometimes not even tied off!)
- mud babies left to float.
- used sanitary napkins left to float.
- Aunt Flow sprayed all over the place, with a very full used sanitary napkin AND mud 'triplets' left to float!
- Aunt Flow being left all over the place in general... Like seriously, that's just biohazard infection city right there!
And it's truly amazing the number of women who never wash their hands after going. Typically you see at least half of women who've finished up their business just up and leave, never bothering to wash their hands.
It's so bad that I usually try to avoid having to use a public washroom if I can help it at all. Women are literally the most disgusting things on the planet.
I always enjoy these gross and funny stories you have to tell. Too bad we can't hear more of them.
Speaking on the subject of nasty messes one of my roommates used their *** as a paint brush and the toilet seat as their canvas. I'm gonna let you take a wild guess what the paint was (I'm guessing their *** hair would be the bristles on the paint brush). Ugh I swear these guys are man-children and/or animals. I'm a roommate not mommy. I don't clean up for you and you're esp. not my responsibility.
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Unlike a certain Commissar of a buttery nature, I learned at a young age to be a distrustful bastard. I spent one year in a children's kung fu program where they taught me how to kick without falling over and how to punch without breaking your bones, skills I would use later in life. After a bullying incident in middle school that resulted in my braces getting pounded into my cheek, I now never buy shoes that do not have a rubber or metal cap. Since that bullying incident, I have resorted to using violence once in my life.
At my middle/high school there was a building that had been marked as condemned for years because its pipes were not up to code, so they couldn't use it for classes. They chose to use it as club headquarters for any student club that wished to sign up. The "boardgame club" got in early and we were able to score the old library. Things were sweet as we would come after school and play with whatever we had on the two tables that they had left there. We mostly played Warhammer 40k, but we left the door open for anyone to walk in and had a deck of batman uno cards along with some generic board games for any student that walked in to check us out. We even got a swap bin going where people would dump their left over sprues and take what they needed for kitbashes and conversions. It was pretty nice.
One day I was playing a quick game with a girl when we attracted a heckler. To set the stage, I am not a big person, I eat less when I am stressed and I am frequently stressed. The girl I am playing against was the smallest girl in our grade (and the two below us) as she skipped a whole ton of grades to be with us. The heckler was a big guy with thick arms and not too much brain. When he walks in, my first thought is "uh oh", when his next action is to close the door behind him and click it shut, we know this is going to be trouble. He then advances on my friend making really inappropriate advances while she is trying to back away and reject him. I step up, grab his shoulder and tell him to shove off. His response is to confront me while raising his arms, expecting me to back off. I raise my arms in response, step forward, and knife him between the legs with my rubber capped boot dropping him like a puppet. My friend and I grab all of the club materials and take off while he lays there groaning on the floor.
We didn't return to the club room for weeks and when we did, the place had been completely demolished with more holes kicked in the walls (which was actually stupidly easy to do, probably one of the reasons it was condemned) and our tables smashed. The club was never the same and my friend never got back into the hobby.
Another incident that could have been a horror story was during a busy day at a FLGS, we were all sitting around talking. Some people were painting, some people were playing, I was watching a game waiting for a table, and no one was paying too much attention to what they were doing because we were all yakking. One man was cleaning a promethium pipe with a huge razor while looking the other way when disaster struck and he sliced open his hand. He started screaming and oozing blood over his paint station. I regret that I froze up in this instance as I have this annoying fear of blood. Luckily, one of the regulars turned out to be a trained paramedic and was able to help him until an ambulance arrived. Since then, rules about focusing while modelling were implemented and enforced and the injured man began a khorne daemonkin army, painted the pipes to match the style of the army, and has taken to referring to them as consecrated.
If we are talking about violent stories, I don't have many but the ones I do have are probably pretty typical. One customer was so irate that we were sold out of something that he threatened to kill me and tried to grab me. I fled into the back and he pounded on the door for almost ten minutes until security go there. Suddenly he was totally reasonable and just wanted to talk. There was another guy who was known for creeping people out and having few boundaries. One day, he touched another customer inappropriately, and when the manager went to escort him out, he slapped the manager. A couple minutes later, the police arrive and start explaining to the man (whom they knew) what he did wrong. Suddenly, he slapped one of them. They slammed him into a display shelf hard enough to knock product off while cuffing him. There were a couple similar stories that I don't want to share because of specific elements that could be tied back to me, but one of them ended with all of the A's in the Rock and Roll section from AC/DC down ended up splattered with blood and had to be destroyed, and the carpet replaced.
We also had a lot of stalkers and creepers, including one man who refused to move from the register unless the cashier gave him a kiss. She was terrified, and the store was full of people staring at the man in confused horror. Finally security arrived and got him. We later found out that he was distantly related to another employee, who hated him for reasons you can probably imagine. We often had to have security escort the baristas to their cars. They were stalker magnets. We had trouble with customers who would masturbate in the cafe, or sometimes in the kids section. One caller kept calling back until a certain female employee answered, and then would ask her questions while he was obviously masturbating. It was not unusual for customers to just randomly start telling us about their genital-related medical problems or traumatic childhoods.
While I was never stalked, I did get hit on all the time. Possibly the most awkward was when some married woman asked me to go to Hawaii with her and be her boy toy. While an entire line of people watched. This was at a time when one angry phone call could cost someone his job, which nearly happened to one of our cafe guys.
I once had a customer call the store FROM HOME, asking us to look for his car keys. When I asked him how he drove home without his keys he got irate over my "bad attitude".
Someone threw a yelling fit because we no longer had a menu item that we discontinued seven years prior, and no one bothered to inform him of it.
A woman that vowed to sue us because no one told her the nightly special wasn't all-you-can-eat.
A group of three sets of parents, 5 kids, and an additional adult ate dinner. One guy wanted to pay the bill, but screamed at the tab. He thought there was no way that 12 people eating out (three of whom ordered the most expensive thing on the menu) plus appetizers, plus pie for the adults, plus milkshakes for the kids would ever come to $180. He demanded a menu, a calculator, and 15 minutes of my attention while we itemized and double-checked his bill. He then tried to haggle on the price.
A woman once got incredibly angry when we wouldn't serve her Bourbon at 10:00 in the morning with her breakfast, while she ate with her kids. When we informed her we didn't serve alcohol she state she would settle for a Miller Light (apparently beer isn't alcohol???).
A woman came in (during a busy Sunday lunch rush) and stated she had left her ring on her plate the previous day so it may have wound up in the trash. She expected us to dumpster dive through every bag. Not later, but NOW. She wasn't at all pleased when I told her that if she wanted the dumpster looked through she'd have to do it herself.
We had, in the past, run tabs for long-time friends of the previous owner. However, now that the store was in our hands we stopped doing it. One gentleman refused to comply. Every time he was in he'd either "forget to pay", "forgot his wallet", or simply yell to the waitress to "put it on his tab" as he ran out the door. After 6 months of him NOT paying the bill we flat out told him he needed to settle his $150 bill as it had gotten way too high. After promising to be in the next day he didn't show up again for .......16 months, even after several letters and unanswered phone calls. When he did come back it was as part of a large group. Without hesitation we flat out told him, in front of everyone, that we would NOT be serving him until he settled his bill up-front first. Apparently we were "out of line" and "embarrassed him".
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A woman once got incredibly angry when we wouldn't serve her Bourbon at 10:00 in the morning with her breakfast, while she ate with her kids. When we informed her we didn't serve alcohol she state she would settle for a Miller Light (apparently beer isn't alcohol???).
To people who drink hard liquor at 10AM, No it isn't alcohol. My sister-in-law did 5 shots of tequila the last time my wife had lunch with her then drove home with her six kids. I got the pick of the litter.
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Experiment 626 wrote: And it's truly amazing the number of women who never wash their hands after going. Typically you see at least half of women who've finished up their business just up and leave, never bothering to wash their hands.
Experiment 626 wrote: And it's truly amazing the number of women who never wash their hands after going. Typically you see at least half of women who've finished up their business just up and leave, never bothering to wash their hands.
This is why I don't shake anyone's hand. Ever.
Yup.
I work in a medical research building and I am weekly amazed at the number of researchers (who should know better, they work with all manner of bacteria and other microscopic problem makers) who don't wash their hands after using the restroom. They also often don't flush, either. I am surrounded by disgusting behavior all around.
Experiment 626 wrote: And it's truly amazing the number of women who never wash their hands after going. Typically you see at least half of women who've finished up their business just up and leave, never bothering to wash their hands.
This is why I don't shake anyone's hand. Ever.
Yup.
I work in a medical research building and I am weekly amazed at the number of researchers (who should know better, they work with all manner of bacteria and other microscopic problem makers) who don't wash their hands after using the restroom. They also often don't flush, either. I am surrounded by disgusting behavior all around.
Obviously if they don't touch the toilet, they don't have to worry about their hands.
Experiment 626 wrote: And it's truly amazing the number of women who never wash their hands after going. Typically you see at least half of women who've finished up their business just up and leave, never bothering to wash their hands.
This is why I don't shake anyone's hand. Ever.
Yup.
I work in a medical research building and I am weekly amazed at the number of researchers (who should know better, they work with all manner of bacteria and other microscopic problem makers) who don't wash their hands after using the restroom. They also often don't flush, either. I am surrounded by disgusting behavior all around.
Obviously if they don't touch the toilet, they don't have to worry about their hands.
Speaking of being surrounded by grossness, there's a little honeymoon period I enjoy at the start of every new job.
I can be a bit of a germophobe, so it's nice to just chill and do normal-people things, like drinking tea/coffee out of the mugs in the kitchen.
This lasts right up until the first time I see someone finish with their mug and then just rinse it under the tap. Rinsing is not washing, people. From that point on, I bring a plastic bottle or a Thermos with me every day. It's fun to see how long my innocence lasts, before I basically become a paranoid survivalist foraging at the fringes of society.
Oh, and don't even get me started on "I'mma touch my junk and then touch other people". Even aside from bacterial concerns, it's just rude and gross. And rinsing still isn't washing, either.
I spent seven years working in retail..... It's how I learned to hate people.
We had a restaurant, it's amazing how many people cannot use a toilet, it's not that hard.... There doesn't need to be poo on the walls, floor, sink, around the toilet.
We did have someone who used to poo on the floor, in the middle of the bloody shop...... Like seriously wth....... But it wasn't as bad as the time a person just fell over and died of a heart attack in the vegetable section.... That was a bad day....
And customer returns....... I hate customers....... Arrrrgh!
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Pumpkin wrote: Speaking of being surrounded by grossness, there's a little honeymoon period I enjoy at the start of every new job.
I can be a bit of a germophobe, so it's nice to just chill and do normal-people things, like drinking tea/coffee out of the mugs in the kitchen.
This lasts right up until the first time I see someone finish with their mug and then just rinse it under the tap. Rinsing is not washing, people. From that point on, I bring a plastic bottle or a Thermos with me every day. It's fun to see how long my innocence lasts, before I basically become a paranoid survivalist foraging at the fringes of society.
Oh, and don't even get me started on "I'mma touch my junk and then touch other people". Even aside from bacterial concerns, it's just rude and gross. And rinsing still isn't washing, either.
Meh, not washing out your used coffee mug is still nothing compared to what xenos lifeforms are allowed to grow within the terrible confines of the staff fridge!
Seriously people, if you don't eat your leftovers after 4-5 days, throw that gak out! But for the love of feth don't just chuck it to the back of the fridge until 2 years later it's procreated across nearby containers & begins attempting violent communication!
The staff microwave is even more of a no-go zone... Over the course of 11 years, I don't think the one we had at the local store was ever cleaned out... not even once!
You could probably have fed a family of four with all the gak that was crusted & caked onto the insides of that thing. (or more likely killed them?!)
welshhoppo wrote: I spent seven years working in retail..... It's how I learned to hate people.
We had a restaurant, it's amazing how many people cannot use a toilet, it's not that hard.... There doesn't need to be poo on the walls, floor, sink, around the toilet.
We did have someone who used to poo on the floor, in the middle of the bloody shop...... Like seriously wth....... But it wasn't as bad as the time a person just fell over and died of a heart attack in the vegetable section.... That was a bad day....
And customer returns....... I hate customers....... Arrrrgh!
When I worked at a Home Depot, I was lucky enough that a customer even combined the two for me!
Home Depot has a terribly lax return policy. They'll take just about anything if you push the poor counter person hard enough (usually me after I got called over because they demanded to see a manager). Store policy is to give them in-store credit even if there is no packaging, or even if the products seem used.
I've had dirty garden hoses brought back. I've had used mud trowels (for doing drywall mudding) brought back. Used paintbrushes. Even used wastewater pipe fittings. But bar none, the worst return I ever had the displeasure of handling was a used toilet seat. Not even cleaned... it had visible traces of urine stains and fecal matter.
I flat out told the guy to get the feth out of my store.
I no longer work at Home Depot, and I am thankful.
FoxPhoenix135 wrote: But bar none, the worst return I ever had the displeasure of handling was a used toilet seat. Not even cleaned... it had visible traces of urine stains and fecal matter.
I flat out told the guy to get the feth out of my store.
I no longer work at Home Depot, and I am thankful.
Was the GTFO the reason you left or did you leave of your own accord?
I got lucky and missed a bad one about a year ago. Apparently a developmentally disabled "special needs" person threw some kind of fit and peed all over the floor near the registers. Glad I wasn't there, because I might have been tapped to clean it up.
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FoxPhoenix135 wrote: But bar none, the worst return I ever had the displeasure of handling was a used toilet seat. Not even cleaned... it had visible traces of urine stains and fecal matter.
I flat out told the guy to get the feth out of my store.
I no longer work at Home Depot, and I am thankful.
Was the GTFO the reason you left or did you leave of your own accord?
Little bit of both. It was one of the things that I refused to follow policy on and got written up for. They have a three-strike rule your first year... another was I lifted a heavy object without help (despite asking for assistance, paging store-wide twice trying to get a second to help lift, etc) and ended up with a work compensation claim after I stretched some sort of shoulder ligament. Third was I requested for a day off to see my kids' play at school, two months in advance, and was denied... so I told them to feth off and went anyway. I guess I don't do well in big chain franchises with all their red tape and schtako.
Ouch. I've never worked in retail (besides a 1 week work trial) but I've got a few Factory horror stories.
I spent two months as a seasonal agency worker in a factory and heard anecdotes about people being fired (or perhaps more accurately, "taken off the availability list") after taking just one sick day off or booking a holiday. The way I understood it, if you missed one day for whatever reason, the agency would bring someone else in to cover you and you'd go back to the bottom of the availability list. If my Grand-dad's funeral had come a month later (after I started this job), I might have lost my job too because there was no fething way in hell I was missing it. Thankfully I left that place of my own accord after getting a job offer out of the blue from someone I'd applied to 4 months previously.
A friend of mine at a different company, but the same agency, told me that people at his place had lost their jobs after getting injured on the job because of safety flaws in the machines they use.
I joined a small factory that makes paint products, so it was an extremely dusty and dirty environment with all the different materials they used. Apparently they'd operated for 2 decades without any health & safety equipment - no dust masks, gloves etc. The guys would have all sorts of awful dust clinging over their faces and eyes and in their nostrils. Non toxic, but very easy to breathe in and cause respiratory problems. But management didn't think it was a problem. After my first week there I began requesting dust masks and gloves (simple latex gloves), because this stuff was hard to clean off your skin. A couple months later one of the guys came down with bronchitis (he was a chronic smoker so he was probably more susceptible) and spent a week off sick, so management had no choice but to schedule a health & safety inspection. It turned out the dust extraction units were woefully inadequate, and even if it was adequate, we should have been wearing heavy duty dust masks (look like gas masks). The other guys had gone two decades working in unsafe conditions. I dread to think what sort of health problems they might have down the line.
Oh, and there was also the time when a colleague grabbed my shirt and threatened to "kick your fething teeth out" on the factory floor with two witnesses who didn't want to get involved and therefore it was my word against his. He got a written warning, and was told to stay on his best behaviour, but he denied outright to the boss in my presence that he threatened me, and only admitted to "getting a little carried away". This came after 3 months of "bullying" (other people's words, not mine). Hell, in my first month on the job, people confided in me that everyone hated his guts, he was a jobs worth, a busy body and a snitch - people who'd worked with him for 15 years. One even told me about the time when he heard the guy insulting him under his breath, so he kicked the guy so hard he face planted into the kitchen's microwave. Basically he was the resident TFG. I was told to stand up for myself and take no gak from him, so I did. And thats when the bullying and gas lighting started.
Suffice to say, I no longer work there. And I now have a Red Belt in Karate.
Oh, and there is of course the obligatory poop story. The toilets backed up once, and some poor sod had to use a pressure hose or something to unclog the sewage pipe.
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I had one worker that I asked to go in the back to replace the soda syrup. Its simple, just unscrew the lid off the syrup crate, hook it up to what is basically a garden hose, then push the middle button.
20 minutes later, he comes back, asks which of the buttons is the middle one.
The three buttons are arranged like this:
0 0 0
Same fellow made a burger with ketchup when the customer asked for no ketchup. I reminded him of this, so he wiped the bun on the side of the garbage, put it on the patty, wrapped it, and set it out to be served with a straight face like it was fine.
I didnt let that get to the customer, but damn, if that is just the stuff I caught him doing, what did I miss?
I had one worker that I asked to go in the back to replace the soda syrup. Its simple, just unscrew the lid off the syrup crate, hook it up to what is basically a garden hose, then push the middle button.
20 minutes later, he comes back, asks which of the buttons is the middle one.
The three buttons are arranged like this:
0 0 0
Same fellow made a burger with ketchup when the customer asked for no ketchup. I reminded him of this, so he wiped the bun on the side of the garbage, put it on the patty, wrapped it, and set it out to be served with a straight face like it was fine.
I didnt let that get to the customer, but damn, if that is just the stuff I caught him doing, what did I miss?
This is also why you shouldnt eat at mc d's
The only one I eat at (and only in dire circumstances) is one of the ones in Walmart where the kitchen is in plain view and you can see everything going on back there. I worked at a Carl's Jr. (Hardee's for you east coasters) when I was a kid and I never saw anything too outrageous, but we were offered a better grade of pay than your typical McDonald's. Probably the worst thing was seeing the onion paste for a particular burger... looked like boiled tar in a jar :/
I had one worker that I asked to go in the back to replace the soda syrup. Its simple, just unscrew the lid off the syrup crate, hook it up to what is basically a garden hose, then push the middle button.
20 minutes later, he comes back, asks which of the buttons is the middle one.
The three buttons are arranged like this:
0 0 0
Same fellow made a burger with ketchup when the customer asked for no ketchup. I reminded him of this, so he wiped the bun on the side of the garbage, put it on the patty, wrapped it, and set it out to be served with a straight face like it was fine.
I didnt let that get to the customer, but damn, if that is just the stuff I caught him doing, what did I miss?
This is also why you shouldnt eat at mc d's
The only one I eat at (and only in dire circumstances) is one of the ones in Walmart where the kitchen is in plain view and you can see everything going on back there. I worked at a Carl's Jr. (Hardee's for you east coasters) when I was a kid and I never saw anything too outrageous, but we were offered a better grade of pay than your typical McDonald's. Probably the worst thing was seeing the onion paste for a particular burger... looked like boiled tar in a jar :/
It's not just fast food... If anyone were to actually see over the course of even just a single week what actually goes down in a restaurant kitchen, you'd never, ever eat out ever again!
Between my mum, great-grand mum and various friends, I've learned far too many things I never wanted to know...
Of course I'm a sucker for Mc D's, Gino's Pizza, et all, but if there's even the slightest hint that something's off with my food, it goes strait back to the kitchens for a re-do.
I'm probably a chef's/line cook's worst nightmare in that regard!
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I did a work trial in a pub kitchen once, and the Head Chef cooked a battered fish to demonstrate the deep fryer to me. Then ate it. I never noticed him wash his hands afterwards.
Thats about as exciting a kitchen anecdote I can think of from my 5 hours of experience, but it did make me wonder.
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I had one worker that I asked to go in the back to replace the soda syrup. Its simple, just unscrew the lid off the syrup crate, hook it up to what is basically a garden hose, then push the middle button.
20 minutes later, he comes back, asks which of the buttons is the middle one.
The three buttons are arranged like this:
0 0 0
Same fellow made a burger with ketchup when the customer asked for no ketchup. I reminded him of this, so he wiped the bun on the side of the garbage, put it on the patty, wrapped it, and set it out to be served with a straight face like it was fine.
I didnt let that get to the customer, but damn, if that is just the stuff I caught him doing, what did I miss?
This is also why you shouldnt eat at mc d's
I see there are other McDonald's veterans here. I think I have that story topped. For three years I was the ONLY person both trained and trusted to clean the icecream/ shake machine. In order to do it properly you need to drain it, totally disassemble it, scrub it out with a large, round brush, disinfect all the parts, lube up a few things, reassemble it, and refill it. This is usually a 90 minute process. There is a "cheater" way to clean it simply by draining the machine, then running a bucket of hot water through it, however this leaves just a little of the milk-buildup inside and you can't get all the water out, which crystalizes in the icecream when it freezes. So, if you ever get soft serve ice cream that is has crystally chunks, and might have a slightly odd taste, some idiot has been cheat-cleaning too much and there is a massive mold growth on the inside of the machine.
One day I was working in the kitchen when a "mess" was reported in the ladies' room. The girl next to me was ordered to go clean it up. As I was making a burger I noticed her in the supply closet, and wondered what she was doing. She turned around holding the scrubbing brush used to clean the shake machine, intent on scrubbing a toilet with it, as it looked like a toilet brush. I shouted, stopped all production, and verbally called her out on it. It took her a while to realize what I was talking about. Although she denied she'd ever used it before for toilets I disposed of the brush anyway.
welshhoppo wrote: I spent seven years working in retail..... It's how I learned to hate people.
We had a restaurant, it's amazing how many people cannot use a toilet, it's not that hard.... There doesn't need to be poo on the walls, floor, sink, around the toilet.
We did have someone who used to poo on the floor, in the middle of the bloody shop...... Like seriously wth....... But it wasn't as bad as the time a person just fell over and died of a heart attack in the vegetable section.... That was a bad day....
And customer returns....... I hate customers....... Arrrrgh!
When I worked at a Home Depot, I was lucky enough that a customer even combined the two for me!
Home Depot has a terribly lax return policy. They'll take just about anything if you push the poor counter person hard enough (usually me after I got called over because they demanded to see a manager). Store policy is to give them in-store credit even if there is no packaging, or even if the products seem used.
I've had dirty garden hoses brought back. I've had used mud trowels (for doing drywall mudding) brought back. Used paintbrushes. Even used wastewater pipe fittings. But bar none, the worst return I ever had the displeasure of handling was a used toilet seat. Not even cleaned... it had visible traces of urine stains and fecal matter.
I flat out told the guy to get the feth out of my store.
I no longer work at Home Depot, and I am thankful.
My friend was telling me about how her Home depot is the same way. There was a customer who brought in 4 (very used) Truck Tires and demanded a refund. First they thought he was joking since they have never sold truck tires there ever. He was serious, and not budging. He wanted a full refund because they are not what he paid for. she said after about 40 minutes of back and forth with a manager, and then over the phone higher management, they just conceded and said give him the refund to get him out.
I had one worker that I asked to go in the back to replace the soda syrup. Its simple, just unscrew the lid off the syrup crate, hook it up to what is basically a garden hose, then push the middle button.
20 minutes later, he comes back, asks which of the buttons is the middle one.
The three buttons are arranged like this:
0 0 0
Same fellow made a burger with ketchup when the customer asked for no ketchup. I reminded him of this, so he wiped the bun on the side of the garbage, put it on the patty, wrapped it, and set it out to be served with a straight face like it was fine.
I didnt let that get to the customer, but damn, if that is just the stuff I caught him doing, what did I miss?
This is also why you shouldnt eat at mc d's
I see there are other McDonald's veterans here. I think I have that story topped. For three years I was the ONLY person both trained and trusted to clean the icecream/ shake machine. In order to do it properly you need to drain it, totally disassemble it, scrub it out with a large, round brush, disinfect all the parts, lube up a few things, reassemble it, and refill it. This is usually a 90 minute process. There is a "cheater" way to clean it simply by draining the machine, then running a bucket of hot water through it, however this leaves just a little of the milk-buildup inside and you can't get all the water out, which crystalizes in the icecream when it freezes. So, if you ever get soft serve ice cream that is has crystally chunks, and might have a slightly odd taste, some idiot has been cheat-cleaning too much and there is a massive mold growth on the inside of the machine.
One day I was working in the kitchen when a "mess" was reported in the ladies' room. The girl next to me was ordered to go clean it up. As I was making a burger I noticed her in the supply closet, and wondered what she was doing. She turned around holding the scrubbing brush used to clean the shake machine, intent on scrubbing a toilet with it, as it looked like a toilet brush. I shouted, stopped all production, and verbally called her out on it. It took her a while to realize what I was talking about. Although she denied she'd ever used it before for toilets I disposed of the brush anyway.
I friend of mine got her first part-time job working in the kitchen of a local Little Cesar's pizza...
She was telling a couple of us after she quit within 3 weeks about why no one should ever eat at any of the LC's within the area;
The first time she dropped a few bits of topping onto the floor and went to clean them up, the other guys on the line told her not to bother - just kick it under the counter. Apparently the manageress had a policy to only 'waste time' cleaning up dropped bits of food after closing.
My friend's last day on the job before quitting, apparently they were all told by the manageress to stay late after closing and give the kitchen a full cleaning, as the health inspector was coming by within the next few days.
As the boys moved stuff around, it became apparent that there was literally months worth of rotting, mold-infested food that had been left to ferment under pretty much everything! Not to mention the dead mice, and plain evidence of rodent poop as well.
My friend puked on the spot, helped to clean up everything, (which didn't get properly cleaned, since things were so bad you pretty much needed to properly steam clean everything!), and then promptly told her parents about what really was going down at that location!
Her parents put in a call to the city health department to file a complaint, and while her location scored a 'pass' on their health inspection, the other couple of locations that were owned by the same group were found to have very similar problems.
Needless to say, I've never set so much as a toenail within a Little Cesar's ever since!
Then there's the one local Swiss Chalet location that's earned the nickname "Salmonella Chalet" it's been shuttered so many times for health code violations! (apparently even going up in smoke that one time didn't clean it up )
The McDonalds I worked at had a sister store (same owner) in the next town. It was a REALLY small town, and the building was old, so they decided to move locations into the corner of the town's newly built Wal Mart. They got the new store ready, then started to transfer all the equipment (a whole 2-block move).
Our manager was there to oversee everything and to help out on opening day. The first shake served made the person order it vomit on the floor. Our manager opened the shake machine to discover that the idiots that moved it didn't drain it first. They unplugged it and let it sit unrefrigerated for more than 36 hours. The volume of rotting milk smelled so bad they had to temporarily clear out the store on the opening day.
cuda1179 wrote: The McDonalds I worked at had a sister store (same owner) in the next town. It was a REALLY small town, and the building was old, so they decided to move locations into the corner of the town's newly built Wal Mart. They got the new store ready, then started to transfer all the equipment (a whole 2-block move).
Our manager was there to oversee everything and to help out on opening day. The first shake served made the person order it vomit on the floor. Our manager opened the shake machine to discover that the idiots that moved it didn't drain it first. They unplugged it and let it sit unrefrigerated for more than 36 hours. The volume of rotting milk smelled so bad they had to temporarily clear out the store on the opening day.
That reminds me of when the mall our local GW store was located in was undergoing major renovations...
The food court was moved from the lower level up to the main floor. The Villa Medina location actually opened up for business without a single working refer!
They were keeping their meats "chilled" by putting the packages of salad greens on top of them.
Needless to say, the Health Inspector was NOT pleased having to go and work on a Sunday!
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