They Don't Pay Me Enough To Work Here

I hate working on the first of the month. We're always busy, the higher ups are always hounding us to keep the store clean and recovered when it just isn't possible, everyone and their family comes in at once, and today the machines were screwing up so we had to punch in credit card and food stamp card numbers manually. But that isn't even the worst part.

My manager comes up with an opened ShamWow. You know the commercials, right? With the dumbass with the fauxhawk? Well, we've started selling them in our store and they run for about $10 bucks a package. This ShamWow has something on it that I took for a jam of some sort. It only took a second glance to see that it was blood. My manager is, frankly, livid and says; "There was a used tampon on a shelf in automotive! Someone changed it right there in the store and wiped it up with this shammy! And now I have to go clean it up!"

She threw the bloody ShamWow in the trash, grabbed a sack and stuck it over her hand and went back to clean up the mess.

Honestly, this is the nastiest thing that's happened since I started working there.