Today work was okay for the most part. What made it special was getting called (as the title suggests) to clean up an impressive technicolour belch. I use that disgusting terminology because of its aptness here. It looked something like a dart board, liquid, with lumps. What am I supposed to do about that?
Out come the 'Caution Wet Floor' signs to surround the obvious mess in front of the milk section. Cover the legal aspect first, eh? Then I glove up and collect my tools.
Mop + Bucket. Check.
Broom + Dustpan. Check.
Plastic and Paper Bags. Check.
SpillMagic. Check.
I'd never had to use the super-absorbent powder that is SpillMagic until today. The idea is that you sprinkle it on, watch it suck up all the moisture, then just sweep it away. The reality it that it makes a sludge that smears along the floor and sticks to the broom. Great.
After thoroughly sterilizing the floor I returned to bagging. Here the till person at my till was called by the manager (managing another till) and instructed to tell me to bag faster. I bag as fast as the groceries and bags allow me. It's not exactly my fault that not enough baggers are on to cover the monday evening rush (people don't like shopping on the weekends so they shop after work on monday, making it one of the most busy times in the week) and some are on break. I can't be in more than one place. I don't like to mistreat the food people have just selected and are about to pay for. Granted, I'm not a light speed packer, but big animals are usually slower, right?
Shortly after I got chucked out to collect carts. Fresh air and exercise. Making bucks. F***ing A (See Office Space).
Then Mexican for dinner. Gotta love it. I decided to try fish tacos, which seem to be a big thing. It's what it says on the box, folks. It's a taco. With fish. Was pretty damn tasty though...
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