Cashiering on a VERY busy Saturday. Girl vomits, misses the trashcan. I am busy cashiering, so I pull out my walkie talkie and say “uhm, somebody puked on the floor up here?” Manager responds, “there should be paper towels under your register.” paper towels. PAPER. TOWELS. I stand there floored for a moment then proceed to clean up vomit with nothing but stiff paper towels while gagging. No mop?? Not even GLOVES? Is this even my job?? opinions/personal related stories?
Cashiering on a VERY busy Saturday. Girl vomits, misses the trashcan. I am busy cashiering, so I pull out my walkie talkie and say “uhm, somebody puked on the floor up here?”
Manager responds, “there should be paper towels under your register.”
paper towels. PAPER. TOWELS.
I stand there floored for a moment then proceed to clean up vomit with nothing but stiff paper towels while gagging. No mop?? Not even GLOVES? Is this even my job??
opinions/personal related stories?