Work Stories (1)

Where do I even begin with this one? It’s just going to be a compilation of various stories that have been involved at my current job. And a few from my old job, just because they’re worth sharing. Not even sure where to start, so let’s get it going with a short noteworthy mention from my first job:

“Handed out an order to someone with the number 300 today. They proceeded to say, “This is Sparta!!”

Whenever I worked out Sheetz, I had quite a number of memorable incidents, but for the life of me I can’t remember all of them. Basically, if you don’t know what Sheetz is, it’s a convenience store that sells food and specialty drinks/coffees as well as stuff like cigarettes and snacks. We have one in town, the one I used to work at, that got remodeled (after I left) and it now sells beer and wine, but no longer sells gas. Anyways, I did a mix of everything from making food and drinks, to running register, to stocking, to cleaning, to making fresh coffee every 40 minutes. It made me sick how much coffee we wasted. Actually, spoilage in general. If you made something wrong or it expired, we had to write every ounce, or how much in general of something. Corporations always waste so much because of the health codes.


Another story from Sheetz is one where I vaguely remember now, but this guy basically came in and said they lost their friend the night before. Wanted to know if we knew where he was. It reminded me of The Hangover. I think they found their friend in the end.


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The worst weekend of my life was also at Sheetz. After Saint Patrick’s Day up here, the college has their own weekend celebration. It’s bigger than Homecoming, and it’s always crazy. To the point the town has tried to shut it down, but it’s impossible to shut down. So they’ve really cracked down on shutting parties down and the like.

Anyways, almost 4 years ago now, I had to work all weekend (Friday, Saturday, and Sunday). My manager went to Florida and one of my assistant managers had the weekend off somehow. She had us scheduled as if we were a normal weekend. HA. My other assistant manager practically lived there that weekend because it was so insanely busy. We were short staffed, not to mention we just didn’t have the product ready. I came into work Sunday morning at 10am and we had 3 people working, one on register, two on food, and people wrapped around the store, waiting in line, with over 40 orders off the screen to make. There was a part of me that just wanted to walk right back out the door and go home. We were also completely out of chicken tenders, and naturally, everyone kept ordering them and I had to shout to people to try to get their attention. People willing to wait an hour for food, it was ridiculous. I wanted to dunk my head in the fryer.

I didn’t even mention the part that a riot broke out down the road from where I worked on Saturday. Seeing everyone running down the road, and cops rushing with big sticks. It was nuts! There’s a video that went viral online about it, apparently it was big on Worldstar. It’s still on YouTube, too. My manager came back from Florida and said that the college made the news down there. It was that bad. I just can’t believe she screwed us over that badly that weekend.


“In case you’re having a bad day, I just squirted Italian dressing all over my shirt and pants.”

A year and a few days later, after sending this message to Alex, my manager, I wound up dropping a container of Italian dressing while trying to open a door. The lid busted, and Italian dressing spilled all over the floor. Needless to say, I’m not a fan.

Since we’re on the subject of spilling sauces, I have spilled Raspberry Vinaigrette all over the floor. I knocked a bottle of Ranch dressing over, right after filling it up. In the middle of a dinner rush and I desperately was trying to clean it up. I went to open the beer cooler door, while carrying a container of Pineapple Sriracha by it’s lid, and the lid fell off just as I opened it, and the container went flying on the floor, and spilled everywhere. I not only lost all of it’s contents, I had to mop the floor. Because pineapple is sticky.

Shortly after doing this, a week or two later, I grabbed a container of mild sauce, by it’s lid (don’t worry, I have learned my lesson now) in the beer cooler, and the lid came off and half of it went spilling on the floor, covering a few cases of Busch cans. Not only did I have to mop the cooler, I had to wipe off the cans to make them presentable. Not fun, not fun at all.

And to top it off with my worst case: I went to the back cooler to grab the newer containers of both mild and sweet hot, and while I was carrying them, I had to open up a door. So to get a better grip, I dipped the containers towards me, without realizing the sweet hot didn’t have the lid on fully, and it spilled ALL over me. Down my shirt especially, my entire chest was soaked in sweet hot. I came out and everyone just kind of laughed and didn’t expect anything less from me at that point. I’d spilled so much already.

Actual picture of my shirt. It also got on my pants. And soaked through my bra.

Being stuck at work, I had tried to get as much of the sauce out of my shirt as humanly possible, but it just wouldn’t go. For the next 3 hours I smelled like sweet hot, my bra was just completely soaked. It was misery. I went home and grabbed a shower. Somehow, my mom managed to get the sauce out of my white undershirt. I earned the nickname “Sweet hot” that day.


The day that I first came out of my shell.  I forget exactly what was going on that day, but a former coworker, RK, was saying something about how he loved working here so much, that he loved being here. And I turned around, looked at him, and said, “Oh, so that’s why you jump at the first chance to leave every time they start sending people home?” Everyone just was like “BURN!” and my kitchen manager lost it. It was the first time I’d made a comeback at someone, and even RK had these wide eyes, like, damn, she really said that.


This post is getting on the long side, but it was actually pretty fun writing about these. I may have to come back with a part two down the road!

What are some of your memorable experiences at work?


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10 thoughts on “Work Stories (1)”

  1. Oh my gosh, I agree that corporations waste soooo much…just because of health codes! I don’t know if I told you this already but Aldi’s throws away boxes and cans just because there are dents in them!! That St. Patrick’s party sounds crazy!!!
    I know I’ve joked about this with you before too that I’d start charging you if I was the manager hahaha! So many spills, Laken!

    I remember when I worked at Sonic, all of our headphones weren’t working for some reason so we had someone outside standing at the drive-thru menu taking orders and telling the order to one of us inside on the phone LOL. It was so hard.

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    1. They really do! And that’s crazy Aldi’s did that over dent cans! wasted food 😭 and ohh it’s insane, not as bad as that year was, but bad enough. And ohh my manager has joked about that with me, too 😂
      And ohh man that sounds hilarious but also like a pain in the ass. When technology fails, you have to find something to keep things going on.

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      1. Yessss…homeless people were always in the dumpsters because so much good food was thrown in there.
        Yeah I can’t manage what life was like before technology lol first world problems.

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  2. I can only imagine how it was working there. I feel like small establishments like that, should always be hiring. That sounds really stressful, I’ve done retail but it was nothing like what you experienced. At least it’s made you a better person. Reading this? I can honestly say it’s made you an amazing multi-tasker! That’s one skill you will have with you for the rest of your life, which is a big plus!

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    1. Working at Sheetz had its perks, but because of the college it could get really stressful, especially since we were such a small store. Those big weekends killed us. They learned later on to bring over other workers from different stores, but that one weekend my manager killed us lmao. But aww thanks! I definitely learned how to multitask through these jobs. Granted, maybe not super well at times, but you have to learn in these situations, and learn how to keep your cool until it passes. Sheetz set me up for my current job 😂 and I’ll be set if I have to settle for these types of jobs until I get a real time job doing what I want

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