To set up the situation:
First day of second temp gig ever, supposed to last for a month and I'll be working with 10 other temps pretty much all day every day:
Checklist for the day:
Appropriate business casual wear including nice straight hair? Check!
PB&J for lunch in case there's no fridge/time to go out and get something? Check!
Friendly, ready smile available to make friends with other temps? Check!
Having the bathroom stall door opened on me by another temp within 3 hours of being there?
CHECK!!!
Upon having the door opened on me, the fellow temp shouted "Lock the door!" Shouldn't I be the one annoyed that someone got to see my bare legs (among other bare things) for free? Did she think I was hoping someone would open the door and see me in all my "doing my business" glory? If so, I'm sure I would have had a more delighted look on my face as opposed to the shock and horror-filled expression I held instead. I guess she wasn't really looking at my face at that point. All I'm saying is, I would have preferred an apology, and as the month goes on, I'm still waiting.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
A Little Too Helpful
The other night as the Boyfriend and I are making our way back from outlet shopping, we drive by a fairly large Walmart. Realizing that we need a random assortment of things, we decide the Walmart is our best bet and venture in.
While I am a Target fan, I have to admit that the one by my house is nowhere NEAR the size of this Walmart. The Boyfriend and I are marveling at the wide variety and selection of items as we make our way through the labyrinth...I mean, store.
Our most exciting find comes at the back of the store near the Paper Goods section. But of course! Along with my paper towels and toilet paper, I almost forgot to buy my pet fish! Yes, they sell fish in acquariums in the back. As we're looking at the little guppies and goldfish in the tanks, we look over and realize there are several other fish, individually "packaged" in single tupperware containers. And, they're only $3 a piece! I start to joke that buying a fish would be worth it just for the tupperware as it'd be a good size for soup or sauces as well as the fact that these fish are coincidentally placed directly above a trashcan, so no one would know if someone "accidentally" threw one in.
As the Boyfriend and are giggling and joking away, a strange old man has suddenly appeared behind us and starts telling us all about these tupperwared fish, more properly known as Beta fish. Did you know they will eat other fish? Did you know they are good for children? This man knows! We politely listen and nod and try not to reveal that we were just previously joking about throwing one of these precious beings in the trash. As soon as it seemed appropriate, we part ways and continue on our journey throughout the store.
After about 30 minutes or so of seemingly aimless wandering, we make it to the drugstore section and I note the display of condoms (who doesn't notice the condoms? seriously!). Anyway, Boyfriend is trying to show me a new kind that he saw advertised on TV, and while we're standing there, starting at the condom section, OLD MAN appears again!
"You won't find Beta fish here!" he said with a chuckle.
He was standing closer to Boyfriend so I figured he had the response covered (I was trying to think of something clever and still appropriate) but ultimately we both just stood there with really guilty, ashamed looks on our faces and quickly turned and started walking away.
As we made it to the Home Goods section I shouted, "Sleeping bags! We were looking for Beta fish sleeping bags!" but OLD MAN was suddently nowhere to be seen and the closest store employee had a blank expression on his face as if to say, "You're on your own with that one."
While I am a Target fan, I have to admit that the one by my house is nowhere NEAR the size of this Walmart. The Boyfriend and I are marveling at the wide variety and selection of items as we make our way through the labyrinth...I mean, store.
Our most exciting find comes at the back of the store near the Paper Goods section. But of course! Along with my paper towels and toilet paper, I almost forgot to buy my pet fish! Yes, they sell fish in acquariums in the back. As we're looking at the little guppies and goldfish in the tanks, we look over and realize there are several other fish, individually "packaged" in single tupperware containers. And, they're only $3 a piece! I start to joke that buying a fish would be worth it just for the tupperware as it'd be a good size for soup or sauces as well as the fact that these fish are coincidentally placed directly above a trashcan, so no one would know if someone "accidentally" threw one in.
As the Boyfriend and are giggling and joking away, a strange old man has suddenly appeared behind us and starts telling us all about these tupperwared fish, more properly known as Beta fish. Did you know they will eat other fish? Did you know they are good for children? This man knows! We politely listen and nod and try not to reveal that we were just previously joking about throwing one of these precious beings in the trash. As soon as it seemed appropriate, we part ways and continue on our journey throughout the store.
After about 30 minutes or so of seemingly aimless wandering, we make it to the drugstore section and I note the display of condoms (who doesn't notice the condoms? seriously!). Anyway, Boyfriend is trying to show me a new kind that he saw advertised on TV, and while we're standing there, starting at the condom section, OLD MAN appears again!
"You won't find Beta fish here!" he said with a chuckle.
He was standing closer to Boyfriend so I figured he had the response covered (I was trying to think of something clever and still appropriate) but ultimately we both just stood there with really guilty, ashamed looks on our faces and quickly turned and started walking away.
As we made it to the Home Goods section I shouted, "Sleeping bags! We were looking for Beta fish sleeping bags!" but OLD MAN was suddently nowhere to be seen and the closest store employee had a blank expression on his face as if to say, "You're on your own with that one."
Friday, December 11, 2009
Enough For My Hands, Not For My Mouth
Yet another fun time in the bathroom at my temp job!
It's just me and this other woman in the bathroom, and we have both finished our business at roughly the same time. As we stand side-by-side at the two sinks, she keeps pumping the soap dispenser again and again. (I'm thinking 5 or 6 times total.) I shrug it off thinking she's just having trouble getting it out. I pump once, and it's fine, or so I think. She immediately looks over as I'm washing my hands and asks incredulously, "That's all the soap that you need?!"
I fumble with how to respond because I'm suddenly nervous that the hand washing instructions I've learned over a lifetime have somehow lead me down the wrong path. I want to give her a long explanation of the whole friction/sudsing concept, or maybe just tell her that I didn't touch anything super dirty, or maybe tell her how often I wash my hands in a day, but I honestly don't know what her main concern is and I'm wasting water with the more time I think of an explanation (and more importantly, the water was so hot it was scalding my hands).
"I...uh, wipe my hands...together."
And then I bolted. If I see her again I'll remember to keep my hands in my pocket so that she doesn't try to see if they're clean enough for her. I don't think I'd want to touch her anyway.
It's just me and this other woman in the bathroom, and we have both finished our business at roughly the same time. As we stand side-by-side at the two sinks, she keeps pumping the soap dispenser again and again. (I'm thinking 5 or 6 times total.) I shrug it off thinking she's just having trouble getting it out. I pump once, and it's fine, or so I think. She immediately looks over as I'm washing my hands and asks incredulously, "That's all the soap that you need?!"
I fumble with how to respond because I'm suddenly nervous that the hand washing instructions I've learned over a lifetime have somehow lead me down the wrong path. I want to give her a long explanation of the whole friction/sudsing concept, or maybe just tell her that I didn't touch anything super dirty, or maybe tell her how often I wash my hands in a day, but I honestly don't know what her main concern is and I'm wasting water with the more time I think of an explanation (and more importantly, the water was so hot it was scalding my hands).
"I...uh, wipe my hands...together."
And then I bolted. If I see her again I'll remember to keep my hands in my pocket so that she doesn't try to see if they're clean enough for her. I don't think I'd want to touch her anyway.
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