It was one of those days when I thought it was Friday!
I woke up so happy, believing that the next day was Saturday and I would be able to sleep in! Well, that dream was crushed!
It didnt matter, I was still in a great mood. It was crazy busy when I begun my shift.
Now sometimes I dont mind doing lobby, and I had a gut feeling that I would be put in lobby. I wanted to be lazy today and not do any work! “You are in
“You are in lobby” someone chirped.
I frowned. “No I am not!”
“Yes you are, I just looked at the football field!”
What?! I hurried to the back of the kitchen to see if she was right. I face palmed myself. Stupid gut feelings! “Damn it, Steve! Why do you hate me!” I sighed.
He laughed. “Is there a problem Rebecca?”
I pasted a smile on my face, “No Steve, I love lobby!”
Thankfully, he had me as back up. That meant I was supposed to help lobby and whoever needed help.
“Good, please sweep the mud up” he asked. I did as he asked.
One of the problems managers have with me whenever I do lobby, is I can be such an asshole. I let my OCD get the best of me, I can also be a bit grumpy whenever someone interrupts me whenever I am in the middle of a task.
“Oh Rebecca?” someone’s syrupy sweet voice chirped out at me. I looked up. “This customer said there was a mess in the men’s bathroom.” she was smirking at me.
So what if the bathroom is dirty, I thought. Whoopee do da. I walked into the bathroom, thinking that the few drops of water on the counter was not enough to be considered dirty. However, I was compelled to go near the stall.
“Why can’t anyone be clean” I muttered as I opened the door. Words could not describe the rage that befell me when I saw that stall.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I exploded. Obscenities spewed from my mouth as I marched out of the bathroom to grab cleaning supplies.
Door propped open, cleaning supplies everywhere, gloves on I marched back in to handle the disgusting mess someone left me.
“this is fucking great!” I am plunging away at the toilet. I looked up and some guy is staring at me.
“Seriously?” I snapped. “You see the door is open I am in here. Use the family bathroom!”
He smiled. “Oh yeah ok.”
The IQ of some people were astounding. I had to tell several people to go away while I cleaned. Yeah because this was uni bathroom!
After I finished with the bathroom, I cleaned myself up and I was allowed to go into drive thru. Thankfully.
I was laughing and enjoying myself. Until I had to go the bathroom myself.
The crew bathroom wasnt working we had to use the public bathroom.
I had decided to check the rest of the stalls as I finished up. I opened the last stall.
“Nooo! You fucking son of bitches!” I howled. the toilet had been crammed full of TP. There was shit on the seat. On the floor. Everywhere. It was just my lucky day.
I marched back to the kitchen. “I wont be back for awhile. I am cleaning up the bathroom”
I finally emerged from the bathroom disgusted with the human race.
I returned to the kitchen, scrubbed down clean.
“Why are you so grumpy?” a manager chirped.
I stared at him. “I just spent 20 minutes cleaning shit off the floor. Do you mind”
“Oh where are you on the football field.”
He knew where I was supposed to be.
“Wherever” I was at the coffee station making coffee.
“Rebecca” he needled.
I raised my head, shot him a warning glare. “I am wherever. Right now I am helping make coffee” I answered.
“Go on lobby”
Steve laughed at my expression and at the manager’s.
“One moment.” I murmured. I served the customer, and went to wash my hands.
The manager smirked “Team player, Rebecca” he laughed.
I slowly turned on my heel to glare at him. “Dont talk to me about being a team player, were you cleaning up shit off the floor?” I hissed.
His expression was priceless. The smile faded. He looked uncertainly at Steve and then at me.
“You just stand there. You are not a team player!” I snapped back.
I marched into lobby.
My mood perked up when Baby G and I goofed off. Sure I did my work, but I wasnt trying my hardest.
My irritation with mothers sparking whenever I would try to clean a table they would suddenly shove themselves into the booth. “Excuse me!” I snapped.
They blinked. “What?”
“I am not done here. Please leave.” I snapped.
‘Well you are almost done arent you?”
I glanced at the stickers on the table, mud on the booth seats. “No! I will call you when I am done.”
“but there arent any tables!”
I pointed to the many clean empty tables around me. “Thank you!”
However, I had a laugh when I asking these little kids to put on their socks.
Both looked at me with wide eyes. The eldest spoke up. “The last time I didn’t wear socks I stepped in pee!”
I burst out laughing. “Well, thats why we wear socks right? That is so gross!”
“Yes, its gross! I am wearing socks!” he agreed.
I was still laughing when the little one stared at me “I am wearing my diaper! So I don’t have to wear my socks!”
I laughed harder. “Yes you do!”
Well for a rough day, it was beautiful day outside. Summer like!