But it’s so DIRTY!

And, no, I’m not talking about my mind!

My store is foul.  FOUL I SAY!  It’s like no one understands clean is a verb.  The floor gets mopped maybe once a day.  The trash cans get cleaned…mmmmm…I’m just gonna say never.  And I’m sure at least one person is thinking “But why do you need to clean trash cans?”  Well, when you live in South Texas it get’s pretty darned hot, and heat + trash = STINKY!

Yeah, it’s that bad.  And not only that, but apparently there’s a clerk, a plain old clerk, who gets paid something like $7.50/hr doing assistant manager work.  I’m not okay with this.  So I’ve got a call out to The Boss to find out what’s going on with this.  This kids doing a decent job.  He could use someone to ride his ass (no, not like that you sick freak, he’s married…although he is kinda cute…STOP MAKING ME THINK BAD THINGS!) and get him to move a bit more.  Coming in everyday to full trash and dirty floors and nothing stocked is NOT ok.  But that’s just par for the course at this store, which makes me sad.  Also, it makes me angry.

If they DO want me to be a manager at this store, a lot of people are going to be pissed because if it’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s laziness in the workplace.  I mean hello, it’s called “work” for a reason.  If you want to get paid to just stand around and only occasionally have to do something important, get a security job manning the gate of a warehouse or something.

Yeah, that’s right, I just talked a little smack about the security industry.  But I can do that because I did that.

If you don’t like it, BITE ME!