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Wednesday, April 04, 2012

Gas Station Ruminations

There are a few things I've noticed/learned while working at the gas station these past few weeks...

Stocking cigarettes is like filling giant, cancer causing PEZ dispensers.

There's something totally fucked up about your nine year old deciding which scratch tickets you buy, and getting super excited because she notices the new tickets we've started stocking.

People who need to come into the store to ask the cashier & everyone else what kind of gas they should be pumping into their car shouldn't be driving said car in the first place. Also, if you look at the gas pumps, you will see that there are all three grades of gas available at each pump. No, I'm not lying, we really are that cool.

No, you CANNOT buy alcohol with your food stamps, and I shouldn't have to explain why.

If/when you are falling down drunk, I will not sell you any more alcohol. Yes, I'm serious. No, I don't care if you're a paying customer.

Our store's panic button is incredibly sensitive... I hadn't even noticed I'd hit it until the police arrived... oops...

There are also a few good things...

Like the little old lady with the almost-beehive who drives a classic black Camaro and comes in only to buy scratch tickets & cigarettes. She's the nicest old lady ever. She doesn't pump her own gas either... her hubby always makes sure she's got a full tank to drive around on.

And my boss. He's really one of the nicest people I've ever met. Ever. I keep waiting for him to be an asshole, but I don't think that it's even possible. ^-^

All in all, I don't mind my gas station job. Most people are nice, and the assholes aren't usually regulars... mostly because we can kick people out if they're being truly awful, and our boss will back us up all the way. Sames goes with calling the cops (should we need to).

Now all I gotta do is find some shoes that are nice & squishy so my feet & knees stop trying to fall off after every shift...

Hope everyone is doing well. I miss blogging & stalking you all. I'll work on fitting a bit more stalking into my schedule... =D



  1. That sounds like the coolest old lady ever. If I want to rock the style of my generation when I get old, I'll have to pick greasy grunge rock hair, the bump or the jennifer aniston look. Beehives are way classier than those.

    Drunk people can be such asshats sometimes, we get a few that stumble into the bank occasionally too. into the bank.. before 3pm. Oi vey.

    hope you find some comfy shoes and time for yourself and Britt soon! I know how that goes. I've done more making of things this week than I have in the past 2 months. Stupid poopy old work and its time sucking and energy sucking powers. *hugs*

  2. I was wondering what had happened to you. Glad you are back.

    My sister had a teeny tiny tobacco shop with a drive through. I would go spend time with her on the weekends when I wasn't working at the hospital. Jeeze, the stories I could tell about that place. Hell, I might just do that one day.

  3. At this point in my life I would have a hard time working with the general public but I LOVE the description of the beehave woman. Awesome-o!

    As for shoes. You might have to fork out the dough, but a good pair of Orthaheel shoes will do the trick. I'm 37 with the feet and back of a fucking 80 year old and these bitches are the shizzle. baby.

  4. Oh sure...I fall off the blog wagon for a little while and the next thing I see is you're working elsewhere and cool stuff is happening. Except for the drunks. They are not cool.

    I'm going to go catch up on the rest of your blog. It's been far too long. Hugs!

  5. Oh sadface. it lost my comment. *sigh*

    to sum up, you're doing new things, congrats on them, and yay for cool bosses. Now I'm going to go get caught up on blogs.

  6. I would pay to see your face after the police arrives due to an accidental alarm push. Mean desire, I know, but sooo funny ;-)

    And your cancer analogy... yuck!

  7. I just recently found your blog and love it! I used to live in Washington and used to go to bellingham all the time. I also have spent the last two years or so working at gas stations and can totally identify with the scenarios you posted :)


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