annnnnnnd we're off!

The worst job athon has officially begun. I am starting this blog because my dad and I often compete over whose job is worse, and I want to put an end to this debate. I currently work at a franchise coffee shop in an airport (thanks, college. GOOD LOOKING OUT) My dad is a maintenance director at a nursing home. You would not believe our average days.

To get started, I will share some recent gems. Today, I opened as usual, at 3:45. My manager was late (shocker!), one employee called in, and another was 2 hours late because she didn't realize she was supposed to work. Typical so far. Then it got weird. We got busy (duh) and our manager DECIDED TO TRY TO HELP. None of us knew how to react. Some managers help consistently during rushes, but not this one. So she is putting more pastries in the case which involves taking them out of the box and putting them on a tray. Later, a coworker told me that she was doing this GLOVE LESS. WITHOUT GLOVES. SHE WAS TOUCHING THEM WITH HER HANDS. her UNwashed hands. ew. I sometimes eat those pastries! But really, what is a stranger's hand compared to mice germs?
Like I said, today was average. Gems from the past include - seeing a mouse run from under a fridge and a favorite coworker being so freaked out that she pulled a chair in to stand on while making drinks. And the day the customer told us of the mice, and we tried so hard to look surprised. I am checking the mail daily for word from the oscars people.

I know what you're thinking, it will be difficult for my dad to top this. Well, that is true. However, he works with a herd of nurses who expect him to do everything. He is on call 24/7. My two favorite calls. 2. Come plunge the toilet. (Really? This takes a professional?) He comes, the toilet does not need plunged. Just flushed. He got called in on an off day to FLUSH a toilet. 1. After working a longer than average day in the winter, the phone rings around 9 pm. A resident's blinds are not working properly, the window is visible. It is demanded that my dad come in to fix this IMMEDIATELY. Dad says, "Is it not 9 at night? Look out that window. What do you see? I see darkness. Is it not DARK there?" Oh, darkness, how offensive thou art. Happily, Dad chose not to drive the thirty minutes in for that one.

This is just the beginning. Soon you will get to read some REALLY good stories. And please, if you think you can top us (keep in mind I have not told you the best yet) share! I would love more competition.