Drunks, Drugs, Dirt, and Disturbingly Crazy...Oh My!

First let me give you a quick run through of my typical night. I arrive at work at 10 pm or 11 pm, depends on if my boss is happy with me or not. I typically walk into a nightmare. Cups are empty, coffee is burnt or empty, hotdogs on the grill are shrivelled up, there are little to no buns, the floors look like a mud-pit, bathrooms...(ha!,) trash all over the counters, and a huge bag of trash laying in the middle of the floor. I must tell you that the particular gas station that I employ happens to be the number one store in the district. Not bad considering our company has stores located on campus of a major university in our district. 

About 11:30 I have to have cups stocked, coffee made, the cappuccino machine filled, and counters wiped off. A local factory has shift change at midnight so if it is not done, they get a little testy. The factory workers keep me pretty busy right up until 1. It is at this time, that I mop the store floors and bathrooms. By 2, I have to have the grill cleaned by hand and product changed out. By now, most of my duties are done and I can have a little break to eat...breakfast?

After eating, I have to have the doughnut case cleaned, coffee pots washed, coffee stocked, cappuccino filled, trash taken out, floors swept, and other dishes before 4. After 4, I have to start running reports and get my drawer ready for shift change at 5...the best time of day!

My first story starts a little late. Thursday night was actually rather busy at the station. A good night, brought in well over the average. About midnight, I had a couple come in and pump $20 worth of fuel and get two drinks. They lady goes to swipe her credit card, only to find out that she didn't have it. She had left it in the ATM they had just left. This would be enough to stress out anyone, but at that moment a crazy lady came in and bumped into the lady. She didn't say sorry or nothing. All she said was to cancel their order and give her two packs of cigarettes. As if I was more concerned about her smoking than losing $20 in fuel. I ignored her and continued to wait on the couple. The lady was trying to ask if she could leave someone there while she tried to find her card. The whole time, the crazy lady was talking over her and saying, "No! You can't! You have to leave your car! No! You have to call a cab! You can't take your car! You can't! Call a cab!" 

I thought there was going to be a fight right then and there but the lady kept her composure and politely told her to shut up. I told her it was alright to leave someone and then the crazy lady went off on me! "Don't do it! They won't come back! Don't do it! You can't do it! You won't get your money!" Joke's on her, they came back and paid in full. I really get irritated by the crazies on third shift, but I get them every night.

I started to vaccuum around 3, like usual. The vaccuum was sounding especially worse than usual. The normal sound for the vaccuum sounds like a cat going through a wood-chipper. Not a fun time vaccuuming by any means. I had two customers walk in the door at this point. I could tell the girl was drunk because she was screaming about how loud the vaccuum was. Both went to the bathroom.

A few moments later, I hear the musical sound of wretching coming from behind me. I rolled my eyes and continued waiting on customers. At said time, the girl comes back out from the bathroom wondering loudly where her boyfriend went. After a few minutes she asked to buy some lottery tickets. When she reached into her pocket, a baggy fell out onto the carpet that had just been vaccuumed. Thinking nothing of it, I left it there. The boyfriend then came out of the bathroom and they left. Another customer in line noted that the baggy looked like it had had cocaine in it. I thought to myself, "oh, great!" Now understand that my gas station is considered THE police station on third shift. So I called the local cop and he came up to inspect it.

While I was waiting for him to come, I went back to vaccuuming the floor. All of a sudden, there was a loud noise and dirt went all over the floor. The night was turning into a real treat! When the cop came, I gave him the baggy and he said he thought it was cocaine, too. He asked if I knew who the person was. I grimaced, because I did. I'd known her dad for 4 years. The cop knew him too...because he was a co-worker of his. A cop's daughter had dropped the cocaine paraphenalia. The cop and I agreed that it shouldn't be reported and he took it straight over to the guy's house and woke him up at 3 am.

That would have been enough for one night, but I went to check on the bathroom after the musical that the boyfriend held there. He apparently thought that the proper way to clean the bathroom was to pour water all over the bathroom floor. So I now had a lake to clean up off of an already mopped floor. Oh, boy!

Can't wait to see what Monday has in store for me.