I used to work in a supermarketand about two days after I started, there was another guy doing his first shift. In the particular shift a kid who was about 5 pulled down his dacks and pissed all over a display, and a manky dog that was left in the entrance did the most rancid of shits bang in the middle of the doorway, and then proceeded to roll in it, thus spreading it all over the foyer. I was asked to clear up both of these, so I told the new guy that he was supposed to do it. He believed me and spent a good hour cleaning up shit and piss. Aren't I nice?? Where's that taxi to Hull, I ordered it a good 10 mins ago??
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Rusty Shackleford www.junt.co.uk / @joeyrobbo,
Mon 10 Nov 2003, 15:22,
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thatis very bad because i remember having to clean up piss AND shit in a shop once.
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Mon 10 Nov 2003, 22:06,
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I've hadmy arm down the drain of a urinal in a manky rock club gents.
worst thing is a drunk bloke tried to piss on my whilst I was trying to unblock the cunt.
(worst thing is a drunk bloke tried to piss on my whilst I was trying to unblock the cunt.
Sack Sack - Norfolks laziest,
Tue 11 Nov 2003, 3:20,
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When I worked at McD'sthere were a load of pikeys on the car park next door, and one night a load came in. Two of them went shaggin in the bogs, and then spread shit all over the bog corridors. The cleaning bod saw all this shit and jizz and promptly went on his break, which involved buggering off for a 45 minute fag, despite not smoking.
Cue management trying in vain to get anyone else to clean it up. Conversation with me:
Boss: Will you...
Me: Not a chance
Boss: Don't argue with me.
Me: An argument would involve some level of debate. This isn't an argument, it's a flat refusal.
Boss: It's your job
Me: So is making sure all the dumb fuck customers have got the sense to leave a burning building before I get out myself, and at these wages, you can stick that idea up your arse too.
They ended up closing the store for a few hours after the original cleaner came back, called head office, and was told that they had to call out professionals for it.
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Tue 11 Nov 2003, 15:08,
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Cue management trying in vain to get anyone else to clean it up. Conversation with me:
Boss: Will you...
Me: Not a chance
Boss: Don't argue with me.
Me: An argument would involve some level of debate. This isn't an argument, it's a flat refusal.
Boss: It's your job
Me: So is making sure all the dumb fuck customers have got the sense to leave a burning building before I get out myself, and at these wages, you can stick that idea up your arse too.
They ended up closing the store for a few hours after the original cleaner came back, called head office, and was told that they had to call out professionals for it.
supermarket boredomthings you do when you're bored...
at 17 y.o i worked in our local supermarket part one of the pairs that stacked the aisles after hours.
My aisle mate got so bored one night when we were stacking the tubs of mixed peel that he pulled the lid off one tub (years before saftey seals this), sealed a nostril with a finger and emptied the other nostril into the mixed peel.
He was also the same bastard who figured out that the large jars of pickled beetroot, on the lowest shelf, made a very effective booby trap if the tops were popped and left to sit on the jar.
Housewife leans down, pikcs up big jar, swing big jar u to trolley, lid comes off, a pint and a half of bright purple liquid and beetroot hurtles acros the aisle.
Actually it was quite a fun job in many ways, simply the boredom got to us and made us inbentive.
Well melted Cadbury's creme egg fight anyone?
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Wed 12 Nov 2003, 11:44,
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at 17 y.o i worked in our local supermarket part one of the pairs that stacked the aisles after hours.
My aisle mate got so bored one night when we were stacking the tubs of mixed peel that he pulled the lid off one tub (years before saftey seals this), sealed a nostril with a finger and emptied the other nostril into the mixed peel.
He was also the same bastard who figured out that the large jars of pickled beetroot, on the lowest shelf, made a very effective booby trap if the tops were popped and left to sit on the jar.
Housewife leans down, pikcs up big jar, swing big jar u to trolley, lid comes off, a pint and a half of bright purple liquid and beetroot hurtles acros the aisle.
Actually it was quite a fun job in many ways, simply the boredom got to us and made us inbentive.
Well melted Cadbury's creme egg fight anyone?
know the feeling...I worked for a year in Sainsbury's (internet shopping depatment!), and we came up with many ways to alleviate the boredom...
Late at night, when our department had nothing to do, we would get sent over to raw meat, the only department with no manager...
The guy there had been on raw meat for 8 hours, stacking shelves, and was understandably bored, so we used to play games like "mince curling", where we had to slide packets of mince along the floor of the aisle onto one particular tile which had an advert for Mini Cheddars on it (challenging but hugely entertaining... made the time fly!)
Other favourites included switching shelf labels, spending hours putting the wrong products in entirely the wrong places, putting "free gifts" in the orders we were completing, and generally fucking up the well oiled Sainsbury's machine. Fun when your store manager thinks he's in charge of a crack team of ruthlessly efficient commandos, rather than the bored, lazy, spiteful students who actually work there.
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Sun 16 Nov 2003, 15:05,
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Late at night, when our department had nothing to do, we would get sent over to raw meat, the only department with no manager...
The guy there had been on raw meat for 8 hours, stacking shelves, and was understandably bored, so we used to play games like "mince curling", where we had to slide packets of mince along the floor of the aisle onto one particular tile which had an advert for Mini Cheddars on it (challenging but hugely entertaining... made the time fly!)
Other favourites included switching shelf labels, spending hours putting the wrong products in entirely the wrong places, putting "free gifts" in the orders we were completing, and generally fucking up the well oiled Sainsbury's machine. Fun when your store manager thinks he's in charge of a crack team of ruthlessly efficient commandos, rather than the bored, lazy, spiteful students who actually work there.