Today was the most eventful day at work I've ever had. I came in to work at 4:00 and when I got out of my car, a couple in a van talked to me. "When we went into the store, the till was on the counter with all the money spread out and there were papers everywhere. We didn't see anyone in the store and there were...droppings all over the floor." I had just finished rocking out to Iron Maiden's "Hallowed Be Thy Name" so I really didn't care about much of anything.
The whole idea of "droppings" on the floor had no effect on me because I thought they were talking about how he just dropped some money or something. Much to my surprise, when I opened the door to the store I was hit by a brick wall of stink. The smell was honestly unbearable. I didn't see anyone in the store so I walked around the counter like I usually do to clock in.
As I was walking around, I noticed little brown spots on the carpet but didn't think too much of them for some reason. Maybe the dude was eating some chocolate ice cream and dribbled a bit? It happens. When I turned the corner to go behind the counter, I saw it. It was a huge pile of shit just chilling on the floor. I freaked out and jumped over it because I had to clock in (gotta get paid) but I wanted to avoid the stink.
After clocking in I stood at the register for a minute to calculate what the hell I just saw. I left the register and went back to the "chocolate ice cream dribble" only to discover that it was also poo. There were spots and splatters of crap leading to the back room where the bathroom was. I freaked out and ran out of the store and jumped back into my car.
I called my parents because I knew they'd get a kick out of it and they could tell me wtf to do. After talking to them I called the other store and talked to an employee there who told me that she'd be coming down to check it out after the person who was coming in to relieve her came in. It was about 20 minutes after 4 when I went back into the store and the guy was behind the counter.
The store still smelled like absolute shit but the turd culprit didn't even acknowledge the fact that he just left a cleveland steamer behind the counter. He was talking about how he was just going to call me to find out where I was. I told him, "Uuhhh...I've been here since 4 man. Did you get your problem cleaned up? Feeling better now?" He brushed that off and tried to ignore the fact that I just called him out on his "shit." Yeah man, I know you totally sharted your pants and drug yourself to the toilet.
I looked around and there were wet spots where it looked like he attempted to clean up his shit. Disgusting. It still stunk. I went to the far corner of the store to avoid the stench because it was at the time unbearable. It was worsened by the fact that he had a fan on going full blast blowing the stink around the store. I tried to not breathe through my nose while I waited for him to count the register down so he could gtfo the store.
After he finished counting he did his usual routine of going into the back room and changing clothes, however this time I'm pretty sure he put his work clothes into a plastic trash bag because he ruined them with shit. I was still acting like I was reading movie covers and boxes when the guy came up to me saying, "You okay? Is there something on your mind? You're acting weird." Uhhh...yeah...your shit on the floor is ingrained into my retinas.
I just told him that I was fine because I didn't feel like confronting the guy about his shit. It was bad enough having to witness it, I didn't want to have a conversation about it. After he left, I made a sign that said "Sanitation Problem" and put it on the door of the store and locked up. I pulled my car up and sat with the air condition running and told everyone that came up "The guy who works 10-4 had a slight problem all over the floor and we might need to fumigate the store and get a professional carpet cleaner to come by."
That was pretty fun to do, actually. The looks on peoples' faces was priceless when I told them the morning shift worker shat all over the store. I also added to the situation by making grimaces and gagging noises. Anyways, I had the owner and an employee of our sister come by and clean up the shit. They had to get down on their hands and knees and use febreeze/other random cleaning things to get the stains out of the carpet. The stains are actually still there, however they better get cleaned up soon.
I didn't want to work today at all but figured I might as well since the shit smell is gone. Plus the owner gave me $20 for my trouble of walking into a shit storm. Fair enough. This was definitely the most eventful day at work I've ever had.
Here's some pictures. I was only able to get the aftermath where he attempted to pick his crap up with paper towels. I wish I would've taken pics of his actual mess. He did a fairly good job of cleaning it up except for the spot where he actually a nice little turd on the floor.
The whole idea of "droppings" on the floor had no effect on me because I thought they were talking about how he just dropped some money or something. Much to my surprise, when I opened the door to the store I was hit by a brick wall of stink. The smell was honestly unbearable. I didn't see anyone in the store so I walked around the counter like I usually do to clock in.
As I was walking around, I noticed little brown spots on the carpet but didn't think too much of them for some reason. Maybe the dude was eating some chocolate ice cream and dribbled a bit? It happens. When I turned the corner to go behind the counter, I saw it. It was a huge pile of shit just chilling on the floor. I freaked out and jumped over it because I had to clock in (gotta get paid) but I wanted to avoid the stink.
After clocking in I stood at the register for a minute to calculate what the hell I just saw. I left the register and went back to the "chocolate ice cream dribble" only to discover that it was also poo. There were spots and splatters of crap leading to the back room where the bathroom was. I freaked out and ran out of the store and jumped back into my car.
I called my parents because I knew they'd get a kick out of it and they could tell me wtf to do. After talking to them I called the other store and talked to an employee there who told me that she'd be coming down to check it out after the person who was coming in to relieve her came in. It was about 20 minutes after 4 when I went back into the store and the guy was behind the counter.
The store still smelled like absolute shit but the turd culprit didn't even acknowledge the fact that he just left a cleveland steamer behind the counter. He was talking about how he was just going to call me to find out where I was. I told him, "Uuhhh...I've been here since 4 man. Did you get your problem cleaned up? Feeling better now?" He brushed that off and tried to ignore the fact that I just called him out on his "shit." Yeah man, I know you totally sharted your pants and drug yourself to the toilet.
I looked around and there were wet spots where it looked like he attempted to clean up his shit. Disgusting. It still stunk. I went to the far corner of the store to avoid the stench because it was at the time unbearable. It was worsened by the fact that he had a fan on going full blast blowing the stink around the store. I tried to not breathe through my nose while I waited for him to count the register down so he could gtfo the store.
After he finished counting he did his usual routine of going into the back room and changing clothes, however this time I'm pretty sure he put his work clothes into a plastic trash bag because he ruined them with shit. I was still acting like I was reading movie covers and boxes when the guy came up to me saying, "You okay? Is there something on your mind? You're acting weird." Uhhh...yeah...your shit on the floor is ingrained into my retinas.
I just told him that I was fine because I didn't feel like confronting the guy about his shit. It was bad enough having to witness it, I didn't want to have a conversation about it. After he left, I made a sign that said "Sanitation Problem" and put it on the door of the store and locked up. I pulled my car up and sat with the air condition running and told everyone that came up "The guy who works 10-4 had a slight problem all over the floor and we might need to fumigate the store and get a professional carpet cleaner to come by."
That was pretty fun to do, actually. The looks on peoples' faces was priceless when I told them the morning shift worker shat all over the store. I also added to the situation by making grimaces and gagging noises. Anyways, I had the owner and an employee of our sister come by and clean up the shit. They had to get down on their hands and knees and use febreeze/other random cleaning things to get the stains out of the carpet. The stains are actually still there, however they better get cleaned up soon.
I didn't want to work today at all but figured I might as well since the shit smell is gone. Plus the owner gave me $20 for my trouble of walking into a shit storm. Fair enough. This was definitely the most eventful day at work I've ever had.
Here's some pictures. I was only able to get the aftermath where he attempted to pick his crap up with paper towels. I wish I would've taken pics of his actual mess. He did a fairly good job of cleaning it up except for the spot where he actually a nice little turd on the floor.
