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July 26, 2012I've decided I need to make a separate blog dedicated independently to the weird/unfortunate/hilarious things that happen to me at work. I already feel like I could make a book full of them. Working in South Ogden will do that to ya, no offense my fellow Ogden livers. It might not even be Ogden. It might just be the fact that my work is located in the parking lot of an extremely classy Sinclair Gas Station. I'll just give you a little taste of my day so far, for the most part nothing really happens, but within the few minutes that something does happen it's usually pretty extreme.
July 26th, 2012
- Arrive at work--approximately 11:00 AM
- Read my scriptures, then tell myself I'm going to study, but just spend time playing on my phone and drawing random pictures and eating almonds to tide myself over until lunch.
- At approximately 12:00 PM I decided I would eat my PB&J and apple. I'm not sure what it was about this PB&J today, but my word, it was good.
- At around 12:30 I had the realization "I left the battery for my drill charging at home...I kind of need to have that to work on people's windshields"..So I called my dear mama up and she brought it by.
- She arrived around 1:00 ish, with my battery, we sat & chatted for 2 minutes or so & then she peaced out.
- At around 1:25, I realized, well, let's just take a trip to the bathroom. It'll be a good break. & the break was needed at the time (okay, I had to pee. I'm not that proper of a person to avoid saying the actual thing)
This is the turning point:
I head in the gas station & into the bathroom, I always double check that the door is locked because last thing I need is someone in a sinclair gas station walking in the bathroom while I'm in there. well I get in the bathroom, and right as I sit down---THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN. Real life. Someone had opened the door even after I double checked it was locked. The only thing I could think to say on the spot was "woaaaah nelly!" (seriously....the situation couldn't have been worse then I say that...) They shut the door...& I hurry & stand up, flush (even though I never even went) & wash my hands..I pulled really hard on the door to see if it hadn't latched because it was locked, well, nope, it just DOESN'T latch, no matter how hard I pull...so after pretending to get what was done, done, I bolted out of there--which then I got to have awkward conversation with the construction worker woman that had just opened the door on me..
her (she conveniently had a deeper voice than most females, just makes it all better): "hey--sorry about that, the door must not have latched"
me: "ha, no worries, it's fine, the door must just not lock properly!"
her: "yea, must not.."
me: :|
Stuff like this is a normal occurrence at my work daily--Why I want to create a book or a blog about it.
Welp, I'm outie.
-meg
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