I work in a gas station. Just had a confirmed case of corona virus in my county, so it’s just a matter of when I get it. Until then, Mother Nature is trying to pull a replay of last years road conditions, my road was washed out again. Idiots come out to play and tear up the stuff not washed out, so my car is at my moms and I’m using her truck. I go to her place, switch vehicles, go to work, work my tush off, then come back to see if my car will make it home yet...
The store manager is on vacation, and my decision to never ever be a store manager has tripled. The call and texts, trying to work with supply shortages, short staffed, and follow cooperates rules and what not, while trying to be nice to the unreasonable folks, I may be growing grey hair early!
New store policy says no refills until this virus has passed. People are throwing adult temper tantrums over 43 cents. Folks I thought were perfectly reasonable, acting childish, saying they’ll go to the sleezy store down the road. And some of our regular folks, who hang out in the morning drinking coffee, we have to ask them not to. Throwing a fit. It’s for their safety and ours! We get hundreds of folks in from all over, and who knows who may have any kind of virus! Hanging out at a gas station, even a nice one like ours, is a great way to get sick! I know, I work there! We try to keep things clean, our food is better quality than most gas station food, but in a situation where schools are closing, folks are panicking, and with all this drama, I expected better of these folks.