Hey guys just wanted to share a bit of my story here because I'm honestly thinking about quitting my job, even though I'm only two months in and still a considered a “probationary employee” by my boss and have not even started getting paid yet.
I've been working in a small café with only two other employees but I'm getting older so I thought the more relaxed environment of a small café would leave me some free time to pursue other interests. Anyway, last Sunday night was my first time closing by myself so the owner popped in around 5:30 when I was supposed to close the café down at 7. It isn't busy at this time and so she starts up a conversation about how her husband isn't fucking her right and how he his dick isn't big enough and then starts telling me that she needs a real man and how great its been to have a guy who knows what he's doing and how to handle himself working for her. I just ignored her for the most part and its honestly not the first time its happened to me so I just smile and she leaves me alone. Then she excuses herself to use the restroom. The place was dead so I kept reading my book and hanging out. She probably came out of the restroom thirty minutes later and told me that the bathroom seemed a bit messy and that cleaning the restroom is part of closing duty.
Okay that's fine I was in there an hour ago, I figure I can just do a quick swipe with the toilet brush replace the toilet paper and go.
So 7 o'clock rolls around and I lock the doors and start taking apart the machines and then I remembered to check the bathroom. I opened the door and was hit with one of the most shocking scenes I have ever seen in my 50 years of life. This woman literally FILLED the toilet bowl with shit and the doodoo was coming up OUT OF THE WATER. there was brown streaks on the outside of the toilet and wads of toilet paper all over the floor. There was a bloody tampon in the sink and blood smeared all over the mirror.
I have seen some crazy stuff working at my old job at a grocery store but this was next level.
Anyway I figure it's time to get started so I try to flush this massive dookie. But the toilet starts overflowing and now there's doodoo water spilling out all over the floor and my brand new sneakers are getting soaked with doodoo water that I can feel through my socks. The water keeps pouring out of the toilet but I can't find the plunger so I call the owner to find out where she put it. She answers the phone, but she sounds drunk. She tells me she doesn't have one but if I need one so badly I can buy it myself. I tell her I don't have any money because she hasn't been paying me and she says “It can't be that bad just use your hand real quick and wash it in the sink! I thought you told me you were a real man!”
So I roll up my sleeve and reach into the toilet to try and mash up the impacted doodoo that's blocking the pipe. I grab a big doodoo log and start mashing it with my hands and I have to reach into the toilet up to my elbow so my cheek is basically resting on the shit-stained toilet seat. After mashing up the dookie with my hand for a good thirty minutes I try to flush the toilet again and thankfully the water starts going down. I spend an hour cleaning the rest of the bathroom and get to the hospital almost 2 hours late for my son's birthday party covered in shit.
I really don't think I can continue working there, but I feel like if I quit I just wasted so much time working for no money.