Well, got off work around noon, felt pretty good and out of nowhere my mom called and said, "Hey sweetie, you need any money?" I was like, "Shut up, stop calling and offering me money, I was busy making my own money by working and you woke me from sleeping."
Part of me feels sorry for her, but I'm reminded by my family members when they tell me my mom inherited money from my uncle, which sucks because she's blowing it all away. Anyways, that's why I was rude to her because I just wanted to sleep but I am used to sleeping around an hour from now.
Which reminds me, I gotta do laundry tonight. Well, guess I'm busy doing chores when I'm not working.
Fuck it, doing it when I wake up. I just saw that stupid Freddy Kruger television show on Netflix, it was just on when I was sleeping on the couch enjoying my weekend off.
Last weekend was pretty cool, because of Memorial Day I had the day off (because the pharmacy was closed) and I actually feel sorry because Rite Aid was like, "Not happening, we have a crisis!" Fuck, I miss working for Rite Aid, CVS actually sucks.
I will say this, I have no fucking clue how they still pay money for those long ass receipts. Watch it end up being the reason why they go bankrupt, and not for all the shitty workers throwing away go backs and wasting cleaning chemicals on people who use our fucking shopping carts to wheel around their pets.
I'm still against that shit, but CVS has some shitty policy saying we can't harm customers. I'm not lying about this, we can't prevent customers from robbing the fucking stores, we can't tell customers not to do shit, we can't tell customers not to get specific medications or misgender customers, we're basically life's bitch when it comes to honest opinions or logic.
There was an issue a few months ago where a customer's dog took a shit on the carpet and all the stupid fucking worker did was apologize because our "big store" scared their "little pet" and he cleaned up after that stupid fucking dog. I would have told the customer to leave after doing that, because it's their responsibility to clean up after their pets and their fucking "pet" (yes, I call it a pet because you can't fucking give birth to a dog) took a shit in our store.
People get mad at me, but this is just common sense. You can't have customers playing like it's normal to put their dogs (and cats, birds, reptiles, I've seen it all) in the fucking shopping carts, they're not allowed because people shop for food in the stores.
Dogs are allowed to walk around naked as long as you put a leash on them, you can't do that with your kids. In fact, there was a child who ran around in a diaper at Mc Donald's, and took off the diaper and jumped in the ball pit naked and shit in the fucking ball pit.
I know it's insane to charge a child for indecent exposure, it was a child but the parent should have been charged something for it. Then again it was back in 1997 (or close to it) and nobody gave a shit, kids were still playing in that shit filled ball pit until they closed them down near me back around 2008.
Enough about Mc Donald's, let's stick with the dog that shit in the store because I got asked what I would have done. I would have kicked the customer out and told them dogs aren't allowed in the store for that exact reason, and I would have asked a worker to clean it up for me because a manager shouldn't be seen cleaning up dog shit.
My "supervisor" (there's nobody above me, we're just mangers) didn't have shit to tell me, she was like, "Your method works." Mainly because the point is a customer walked in the store, damaged the carpet and caused a scene because (we address it as the pet is their child) someone "defecated" on the property.
While their dog dropped a deuce on the floor, we need to have a worker clean it before any customers could some into contact with it. So we just call some kid to clean it (with gloves, trash bag, a towel/sponge and a spray bottle) and it's a simple solution.
The problem with that, is the manager cleaned it and apologized to the customer for it happening. If he worked for Rite Aid, he would have been terminated, the policy is no pets allowed.
We only allowed (not sure if it changed) service pets, there's a sign on the front fucking door that says they allow service pets. People often claim their pets serve some bullshit like anxiety or migraines, that's all bullshit, we go by the American's with Disabilities Act (ADA) because they're straight forward, no nonsense or bullshit.
You have to understand the difference between a service dog and a therapy pet, like service dogs have actual "on duty" things to be responsible for and have an ID. For example, someone who is blind might require a dog to walk them around the store, I'm responsible to handle any money being exchanged, and give them back the exact amount of money and may be required to place it in their wallet.
When that happens I greet them, announce my name and the person tells me their dog's name, nothing too special. You don't have to pet the dog (you're just supposed to know it's name, this was back when I worked at Rite Aid) you're required to make a clear path for them to enter and exit the store, and assist them to find the restroom if/when they need to enter the restroom.
Without being too nosey or creepy, you have to remain within earshot of them in case they fall or drop anything. It's just common sense things you're doing, but it's also good to know the dogs name to keep them calm while waiting for the owner (the owner didn't let he dog in).
There's also dogs that sense when someone is having a Seizure, also a bunch of other reasons for service pets but they all have their ID on them when they're on duty. People who have pets that have clothing that says "on duty" are generally fake (I just ask for their ID), like the blind guy doesn't fucking read, he's clearly walking in public and doesn't want to cause attention to himself or his service animal.
Eventually, you memorize the pet and he doesn't have to keep going in the store with their ID (this was common because the vest was uncomfortable and caused bald patches) plus the guy (or gal) could carry the dog's ID in their wallet. It's just for legal reasons, and it's why it pisses me off when someone fakes having a service animal.
Someone had a service animal once (this was a freak accident) and I found out it wasn't on duty. She wore all sorts of braces on her hands like she had carpal tunnel, braces on her knees and had a walker (designed to be a chair) and pretended she required the pet to get around but we found out they were just for looks.
This immediately pissed me off, and I kicked her out of my store for making that shit up. The bitch was looking after a service dog and lied about being disabled, you could only tell after reading the ID that the service animal wasn't assigned to her and wasn't on duty.
This is why you have to be clear that the dog isn't assigned to you when you talk about it. You don't just buy some shit for your hands and knees and a fucking walker to play it off, and she faked being handicapped for the fucking sign to park closer.
She had a red one (temporary) and I questioned her, and she fucking lied to me about the dog. I didn't make a huge deal about it, but she lied about being injured to extend that stupid parking pass.
She knew having a service animal had it's perks, but she was pretending to be disabled (people do this often) before they took the service animal to be assigned to someone in particular. How she obtained that animal is a question mark, because places who train pets don't just give them to idiots.
Anyways, I reported her for doing that shit because that shit isn't cool to pretend you're disabled. She claimed the dog was named "Thor" and I found out they don't get a name until they're assigned to a disabled person, because the animal is on duty when they get them.
Now after I went on a rant about this shit, I was talking about a pet, not a service animal. The reason why you have to tell people to basically fuck off, is because cleaning the shopping carts they put them in, and cleaning up after their shit is a liability while working.
If someone steps in their shit, we have to be responsible if they slip on the shit, ruin their shoes, get injured or anything. That could ruin your fucking store, you don't calm the person down saying, "It's okay."
So when it comes to how I'd deal with that situation, I don't give a fuck if it's the President or some dude about to buy a bunch of shit from my store, if they have a pet that shits in my store, I'll kick them to the fucking curb. It's why I don't bring my fucking pets to work, you just don't do that and people are like, "Well, I can't leave it at home, it'll fuck up my couch or dildo collection."
Here's the deal, if you can't trust a pet to stay in your fucking house, the animal is too retarded to come in my store. End of story, that's just how it goes, and I'm not sorry for saying this.
I hate how people always make up the excuse, "I can't just leave my pet at home." It's your home, that's where you fucking sleep, if your pet fucks up the house, that's on you.
You don't like it when I bring this shit up? Tough shit, anyways that's how I view it all.
I have an enormous amount of respect for service pets, zero respect for these "emotional support pets" (most of the time they end up biting someone and getting euthanized) because they're like having sex with someone who has down syndrome. No matter what excuse you make, it's still fucking retarded.
Then you wonder why I hate my job, anyways, thanks for reading. Have a good day.