Theres a new janitor at work. On her first day I observed her fucking around with the phone for about 10 minutes, before I walked over and asked her what she was doing. She said she was trying to clock out. The janitors clock out via phone, because they're on a completely different payroll than the associates. She had a piece of paper that had the number to call, and her PIN number and stuff. I shrugged, picked up the phone, dialed 9(to call outside lines) and then followed the instructions. When I finished clocking her out, I hung up the phone and gave her a sort of blank, you're-a-fucking-moron stare. She said, "Well, Miguel just said to dial 9 and call the number."
She needed to be told to pick up the fucking phone before you dial. That's why she's a janitor.
I was just sitting at my desk, trying not to get tuberculosis, when this lady shambles up to me, coughing like her fucking lungs were being raped or something. It was the most disgusting sound I've ever heard. I walked up the register, and the smell I was greeted with was like my nose got kicked in the nuts, if my nose had nuts. It was horrible. She kept coughing in between telling me what she wanted, and at one point I had to take her card, and I was VERY careful not to touch the parts of the card she touched. I don't like people.
Four days ago I got a milkshake from McDonalds. I didn't finish it, and left it in my car. Yesterday night I was at Wal-mart with Amber. I was curious, so I took off the lid, and the smell was even worse than that woman. I want to do it again some time, but I'll leave it in there for like..3 weeks. That would be awesome.