Morning Blues

Waking up in the morning is not easy for some people. I am one of those people. The morning shift isn’t bad (unless you have a couple of people with a few screws loose); it’s just the waking up part. The bright side is that I get the evening off to sit back, play a few games, and relax.
When I woke up this morning, I imagined the workday to be calm since Sunday was busy. It was calm. Until a customer came and started to yell at me that I didn’t wait for her to pick up her clothes before I locked up.

Last time I checked, the Laundromat closes at 9:00pm, not 9:05. I explained to her that the night shift co-worker warned me that someone left clothing behind and that the clothes stopped drying at 7:43pm. I asked her where she was for almost 2 hours and she said “I was home with my boyfriend watching a movie”. Well there you go sunshine! Just like you were watching a movie at home all cuddly and snuggled, the nightshift worker wanted to go home and I told her that. Her reaction was “oh no you didn’t” type of look. She complained some more and wanted to speak to a manager. I told her that she was speaking to a manger, I and that my co-worker was smart to lock up at 9pm. She took her clothes from the dryer and stormed off. I did say “have a wonderful day” but I think that pissed her off even more. Kindness either kills people or pisses them off. Oh well.

Normally I don’t wait around for people until 9pm if I know for a fact there clothing has been in the dryer for an hour and a half or more. I work 9 hours and sometimes 14 hours a day. Especially now, I have more hours because someone took a vacation. By the 8th hour, I am tired, cranky, mentally exhausted, and most likely to kill the next person who tells me “my washer isn’t starting up”. The fact that my co-worker stayed around until 9pm, was an act of kindness. I should have scolded her but I was too busy enjoying my day off by bumming around in pajamas and eating coco puffs.

I actually have a customer that doesn’t bother picking up his clothes after he finishes washing them. It takes him three days to do his laundry. He is a “rapper” or a “hip-hop” artist so he doesn’t have “time”. Sometimes I feel like bonking him over his head. He tried to impress me by saying “I don’t play video games but my roommate does. I like girls and smoking a blunt.” This was a cue for me to smile, nod, and say something clever. Did he impress me? Of course not. NEXT!Bottom line is, pick up your crap on time from wherever you do laundry because come the next day, I don’t want to fuckin hear you. Period.