Ordering more pizza = more cans of Nestea.
This one I drank on my way to work, nothing special about it. So I’m just gonna share a sorta interesting and sorta work related story.
For those who don’t know, I work in a mall – and malls typically have mall security or “mall cops”. Our mall has (or should I say had?) four whom we’ve come to recognize and form impressions of. There are two woman; one very sweet woman who never says anything but always smiles at store employees and who overall just seems like a nice person who keeps to herself. Then there’s the other woman who’s a middle aged First Nations woman who is just generally really rude and bitchy. She constantly locks the doors early (the mall closes at nine, but doors are supposed to stay open until ten because there’s a grocery store connected to the mall – I happen to get off at ten every night, an hour after the store has “closed”). It’s very frustrating because we get off work and then either have to wait around in the mall for her to unlock the doors to let us out OR we have to unlock them ourselves (took us a while, but we figured out how), and she gets very pissed when we do that. If you don’t want us opening the doors, how about you don’t lock us in!? She’s also called and reported us for being in the store after hours; of course we were in the store after hours, we work there and were doing the cleaning required for closing!. It’s not like we were being sneaky about it; and who breaks into a Dollarama to mop the place?
Then there are the two male guards; there’s one with a beard who’s sorta a dick – you can tell he profiles First Nations teenagers/young adults because he follows them around. On several occasions he’s followed around Bobbi’s fiance Wes (they are both First Nations) – in the parking lot. The other male guard is pretty young looking, and doesn’t work as much as the others. He comes in the store sometimes to buy snack food, but mostly keeps to himself.
Well, the mall just hired a 5th guard! And this guy is great.
So far he’s only worked three shifts when Bobbi and I have been working, but everyone he’s come and stopped at the store to talk to us. He’s friendly and nice, and SO VERY JUMPY/CAFFEINATED. All three days he’s come and bought a surplus of energy drinks; like seven each day. No exaggeration. And he definitely looks caffeinated; the guy never stops moving. We found out why though; the dude is hella crazy and works four jobs. Mall security shifts are ten hour shifts, so three more jobs on top of that? Christ.
But he says he gets so many energy drinks because he literally, aside from working, goes home to sleep for four hours a night, and then goes right back to working. Damn.
But yeah, new mall security guard has become a source of great entertainment for us.
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OMG. Someone THAT caffeinated would be entertainment for anyone, I think! One of the stores I used to work at didn’t open till 11 on Sundays, but management had to be in at 8:30 or 9:00 to do paperwork and mop the floors. Haha. We regularly had security side-eyeing us when we came in so early.
OMG. Someone THAT caffeinated would be entertainment for anyone, I think! One of the stores I used to work at didn’t open till 11 on Sundays, but management had to be in at 8:30 or 9:00 to do paperwork and mop the floors. Haha. We regularly had security side-eyeing us when we came in so early.