AppleQueso wrote:I can't really think of much to add aside from the times I've had to literally wipe shit off of the bathroom walls. That's hardly any kind of secret though.
Dude. Legend tells of a day at the same BBQ joint where a bus full of mentally challenged people stoped by and there was shit smeared all over the bathroom.
The gas station I used to work at offers biscuits and fried food for breakfast (I worked third shift so I'm not quite sure what's made for lunch). The cook would come in near the end of my shift and start cooking. She never wore gloves and I never saw her wash her hands. That might not seem so bad since I might not have seen her at the right times. However, I almost always saw her hack and cough without covering her mouth like she'd been smoking her whole life. That's probably because she's been smoking her whole life. I rarely ate anything she made. When I did, it was the fried food since it was submerged in boiling oil killing whatever she coughed on it. Also, you don't touch the fried food, it goes into a bowl and into the tray behind the sneeze guard.
AppleQueso wrote:I can't really think of much to add aside from the times I've had to literally wipe shit off of the bathroom walls. That's hardly any kind of secret though.
Dude. Legend tells of a day at the same BBQ joint where a bus full of mentally challenged people stoped by and there was shit smeared all over the bathroom.
Gross.
One time when I worked at the movie theater I came in as a customer. Midway through the movie I got ill and puked in the bathroom. But I only barely made it, and the entire stall had vomit all over. I calmly walked out and went up to the manager saying "You need to clean up the men's room".
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I spent about a month and a half working night shift as a gas station attendant. One night, I had two drunken women from out of town get lost and ask for directions, which proceeded into an hour of them having lost their phone and trying to call a friend who was asleep on the station's phone. And then the bustier of the two broke her bra somehow. Once they left, I had a group of drunk kids arrive, one of which vomited literally EVERYWHERE in the bathroom. I scrubbed the walls in there for hours and still didn't get all of it up. And then finally I had an aspiring Victoria's Secret model lock her keys in her car with the engine running right in front of the doors. It was a long night...though not entirely unpleasant.
My field is psychology. These things aren't exactly secrets, but they may make you raise an eyebrow at my field:
Most psychological treatments work about the same. Some are better for specific disorders than others, but despite varying approaches, they all generally work just as well (and as poorly) as other approaches.
Most expert opinion can be beaten out by mathematical prediction. This is mostly just true for yes/no decisions and decisions about categorization, but still a big deal since many experts trust their own judgement first and their data second. This is a problem for more fields than psychology, by the way.
The diner I used to work at served catfish dinners for years, and was marked as such on the menu. While I was working there, the owner decided to start using swai instead of catfish, but didn't change the menus and told us employees not to tell on him. Oddly enough, no customer ever noticed.
I can't count the number of times food was dropped on the floor there, yet it was served up anyway.
When we got real busy, we'd take the old fries from the scrap pile and re-fry them to serve.
Our BBQ sauce was "home-made," but it was definitely store-bought.
prfsnl_gmr wrote:There is nothing feigned about it. What I wrote is a display of actual moral superiority.
