DANGER WILL ROBINSON, DANGER!
You know your day at work is going to be great when you see a plastic tent in the corner with a sign that reads:
DANGER
MICROBIAL HAZARD
MICROBIAL HAZARD
Yeah, that's comforting! So what is a microbial hazard, you ask? dictionary.com defines a 'microbe' as a pathogenic bacterium or a bacterium that causes disease. Basically, it means scary shit behind the curtain. How much am I getting paid to be here?
Why is this happening? Let's go back two days...Saturday night, I was walking around, helping customers and straightening the cds when I noticed the carpet in front of the emergency door was soaked with water and debris. I called a manager back to the department to see if they knew anything about it. Not a clue. No surprise there! The manager then called the rental property who called 'security'. (I use quotes because that is only a title, to say these people make you feel secure is to say our present administration is doing a fine job!) Anyhoo, they came and looked at the carpet and the hall on the other side of the door and could see no other way it had happened, but that we had done it. Right, we have a chronic problem with dumping filthy water in the corner of the music department. After failing to convince them that there was no way we could have done it, I decided to check cctv to see if it showed a possible cause. Sure enough, at 12:17 pm there was the culprit. Out of nowhere a pile of suds (yes, I mean bubbles) appeared. It must have been no less than six inches deep. It rushed in from under the door and slowly soaked into the carpet. This morning some cleaning company came and cut a hole in the wall between the music department and kids to see if the wall was damaged. I have a fixture in that corner made of particle board which absorbed enough water to ruin the base. And the dude sprayed some anti-viral stuff to prevent anthrax or something. And the rental property is still saying it's our fault. You know what I say? "Barnes & Noble, sick balls!" (that's from a movie-the sick balls part-if you don't know which one, ask me).
Anyway, long story short, I now have to wear a level 4 hazmed suit to show customers where Carrie Underwood is.
I hope they let me keep the suit!
Why is this happening? Let's go back two days...Saturday night, I was walking around, helping customers and straightening the cds when I noticed the carpet in front of the emergency door was soaked with water and debris. I called a manager back to the department to see if they knew anything about it. Not a clue. No surprise there! The manager then called the rental property who called 'security'. (I use quotes because that is only a title, to say these people make you feel secure is to say our present administration is doing a fine job!) Anyhoo, they came and looked at the carpet and the hall on the other side of the door and could see no other way it had happened, but that we had done it. Right, we have a chronic problem with dumping filthy water in the corner of the music department. After failing to convince them that there was no way we could have done it, I decided to check cctv to see if it showed a possible cause. Sure enough, at 12:17 pm there was the culprit. Out of nowhere a pile of suds (yes, I mean bubbles) appeared. It must have been no less than six inches deep. It rushed in from under the door and slowly soaked into the carpet. This morning some cleaning company came and cut a hole in the wall between the music department and kids to see if the wall was damaged. I have a fixture in that corner made of particle board which absorbed enough water to ruin the base. And the dude sprayed some anti-viral stuff to prevent anthrax or something. And the rental property is still saying it's our fault. You know what I say? "Barnes & Noble, sick balls!" (that's from a movie-the sick balls part-if you don't know which one, ask me).
Anyway, long story short, I now have to wear a level 4 hazmed suit to show customers where Carrie Underwood is.
I hope they let me keep the suit!
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