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People are pigs. Utter pigs.
WARNING!
(Disgusting content further down...)
Never did I leave such messes when I went into retail businesses, but you know what? I go with it. Job security right? You make a mess, and I have work to do. Oh, don't complain about it though, right? Because then you're just being a hypocrite. Customers who complain about the store being a mess and then proceed to pick up clothes on hangers and then drop them on the floor? Ridiculous. But whatever, I learned a long time ago not to let it bother you or stress you out? What's the use? You'll get it done eventually.
The trash that people leave in the store is a bit more on the unacceptable side. Whatever happened to common decency, hmm? Drink containers are nothing compared to the dirty baby diapers that people shove under booth sets. And then there was the pot roast that was found in clearance. I'm not sure whether someone had a mental problem or if they trying to make a statement and utterly failed.
The other day a kid trying on some of our pants crapped in them. The parents just handed them back to us and ran for it. Okay...
"Ew Content"
Guarenteed to make you say 'ew', 'ugh', 'gross', etc., or your money back.
Yesterday was a great day for the company. High upt, high conversion, high onc, and lots of $$,$$$ (yes, that many digits) brought in. Of course, recovery fell a bit behind, but we were feeling good.
Today I was recovering shopping carts full of clothes from yesterday that were backed up. Six carts full were lined up in back, heaped with clothing. Not bad at all. I would come to learn however that one of them was put there accidently.
So there Jessica and I were, innocently folding and hanging clothes from the third cart when a vile stench reaches up and grabs our noses.
She reaches in and plucks up a pair of jeans.
"These feel weird," she says, confused. She then smells them and pulls a face.
I feel them as well. The touch of them reminded me of the dirty oils that are left on your hands after petting a large longhaired dog. That strange sticky grimy feeling.
Anyway, that's what they feel like.
And then I smell them.
Ew.
Jessica takes the next pair. "These feel the same. does that feel weird to you?"
"They smell like dog or something like..." I mumble, wondering and hoping that it isn't what I think it is.
Jessica's eyes widen. "WAIT... you don't think that this is the cart that Twila was talking about do you?!?! From this morning.. when she picked up all those clothes that she said someone--" I pick up a pair of wet and smelly jeans "--pissed all over?!?!"
Needless to say, I drop the jeans.
..That wasn't in the job description.
Seriously, I can handle urine. If you've ever been around any little kids you end up having to deal with it.
But honestly. You go into a store, take clothes into a fitting room, and piss on them? We don't even know if we can d&d them. We're waiting for them to dry so that we can send them out.
Where did common decency go? Why are people such filthy pigs?