I am so seriously over being Publix's Bitch. Note that that is now an official position, as it is capitalized. As in, I may require a special name tag. As in, people will begin asking for the location of my office, and that office shall reside halfway between the bucket room and the trash shoot.
Anyway, someone forgot to do chores today, so in addition to my own chores (cleaning coffee pots, running a store sweep, vacuuming the vestibule, filling plastic bag holders, filling cleaning bottles and wiping baby seats) I also was assigned garbage duty and cart collection duty.
Now, don't get me wrong, I am willing to do anything to earn a paycheck at this point in my life, but it would be nice to not be walked all over by my employer. So, somewhere between getting covered in garbage juice* and having my boss** remind me of all my duties several thousand times, I kinda went a little crazy (and also got a little neurotic about all the germs I was coming into contact with) and put on some rubber gloves and did a little Michael Jackson dance. I also smoked an illegal cigarette when I went out for cart collection duty. Hopefully, none of these forbidden behaviors will have been captured on a security camera.
I'm gonna go eat stuff cuz it's all I can think of to with which to compensate myself for such a terrible Friday night.
*the fluid at the bottom of garbage cans
**idiot who is younger than me and has not a college degree
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