bad day at work

whispering hands said:

RKCNDY said:

I don't know if I should share my bad day...pretty disgusting.

Might as well.

fine.

So I saw some girl I work with at some parade on a Friday night, she was dealing with screaming kids, said something about 'the freezer was really full...animals everywhere" and ran off after her kids.
Monday rolls around, I'm the first one to get there and there is some weird smell when I walk up to the back door. I open the door...I am almost knocked out be the most horrendous smell. WTF!?!?!? I start looking around, I go to my desk (which is in the laundry room), there is a cake that was in a cake platter thing that was on the floor, chocolate cake and whatever smeared on the floor. I don't care because I'm gagging on the smell. I walk to the back room and the smell is stronger, I find bag upon bag upon bag of euthanized animals on the freezer (is *this what she meant about a full freezer?) I go back to the laundry room to check the fridge there, yup, that fridge is full, and so is the freezer. I *have* to get rid of the smell, clients will be there in the next hour and a half. I start moving the bags from the back to outside. There is a reason the deceased are kept refrigerated or frozen...
I'm moving one bag outside, there was a larger dog in there 120#...yup, the bag pops, instant gag reflex. Did I mention I am by myself?
The other girl shows up as I am gagging, and she says, "told you there were animals everywhere" I tell her to help me re-bag the dog.
The bookkeeper shows up and she's all "what in the world are you girls doing? Oh my lord why does it smell!?!??" she then empties an entire can of spray Lysol in the clinic.
I go back in and go into the laundry room to collect more bags, and the bookkeeper lady is there and bawling like Nancy Kerrigan after she got bashed in the knee...."why?!!?!?oh why!?!?!? How could they do this to my cake?!!?!?" she looks at me, "who did this?!?!? why would they do this?" "I don't know, it was on the floor when I got here" she opens the fridge and animals fall out.
So she's kneeling on the floor scraping up the cake ff the floor...keep in mind she's an older heavyset lady, so she's taking forever and basically blocking my way from trying to get other work done.
The place now smells like death and Lysol...and later in the day she brings out the smashed chocolate cake that she scraped off the floor to serve everybody.
I apparently offended her because I didn't want any cake.

SD48277 said:

^^^ I'm gagging from the smell, and I wasn't even there.

it's a smell, that burns your nosehairs off...and you never ever forget that smell. Especially when a bag about ready to burst, actually bursts in your face.

That day was bad, but it will always be better than any day I had to work at Macy's...

I had a 69 year old woman who gets easily confused and seems to be dealing with a lot of stress in her life right now burst into tears while I was trying to talk to her about some super minor, simple thing that was completely confusing her. She is losing it, and she knows it, and she can't hold it together and can't do her job properly anymore, and knows everyone knows it, but she can't afford to retire. It was awful. I feel so bad for her.

WhatYouTaughtMe said:

hedonist said:

UGH.

(and ironically, I'm currently having some birthday cake for a couple of people I work with)

RKCNDY, do you work at some sort of shelter or vet's office?

I sure hope so.

maybe she works at some sort of satanic ritual place?

imalive said:

WhatYouTaughtMe said:

hedonist said:

UGH.

(and ironically, I'm currently having some birthday cake for a couple of people I work with)

RKCNDY, do you work at some sort of shelter or vet's office?

I sure hope so.

maybe she works at some sort of satanic ritual place?

Or an understaffed, weird taxedermist?

WhatYouTaughtMe said:

imalive said:

WhatYouTaughtMe said:

hedonist said:

UGH.

(and ironically, I'm currently having some birthday cake for a couple of people I work with)

RKCNDY, do you work at some sort of shelter or vet's office?

I sure hope so.

maybe she works at some sort of satanic ritual place?

Or an understaffed, weird taxedermist?

My goodness, there are few things as sadly hilarious as weird (bad) taxidermy:

RKCNDY said:

whispering hands said:

RKCNDY said:

I don't know if I should share my bad day...pretty disgusting.

Might as well.

fine.

So I saw some girl I work with at some parade on a Friday night, she was dealing with screaming kids, said something about 'the freezer was really full...animals everywhere" and ran off after her kids.
Monday rolls around, I'm the first one to get there and there is some weird smell when I walk up to the back door. I open the door...I am almost knocked out be the most horrendous smell. WTF!?!?!? I start looking around, I go to my desk (which is in the laundry room), there is a cake that was in a cake platter thing that was on the floor, chocolate cake and whatever smeared on the floor. I don't care because I'm gagging on the smell. I walk to the back room and the smell is stronger, I find bag upon bag upon bag of euthanized animals on the freezer (is *this what she meant about a full freezer?) I go back to the laundry room to check the fridge there, yup, that fridge is full, and so is the freezer. I *have* to get rid of the smell, clients will be there in the next hour and a half. I start moving the bags from the back to outside. There is a reason the deceased are kept refrigerated or frozen...
I'm moving one bag outside, there was a larger dog in there 120#...yup, the bag pops, instant gag reflex. Did I mention I am by myself?
The other girl shows up as I am gagging, and she says, "told you there were animals everywhere" I tell her to help me re-bag the dog.
The bookkeeper shows up and she's all "what in the world are you girls doing? Oh my lord why does it smell!?!??" she then empties an entire can of spray Lysol in the clinic.
I go back in and go into the laundry room to collect more bags, and the bookkeeper lady is there and bawling like Nancy Kerrigan after she got bashed in the knee...."why?!!?!?oh why!?!?!? How could they do this to my cake?!!?!?" she looks at me, "who did this?!?!? why would they do this?" "I don't know, it was on the floor when I got here" she opens the fridge and animals fall out.
So she's kneeling on the floor scraping up the cake ff the floor...keep in mind she's an older heavyset lady, so she's taking forever and basically blocking my way from trying to get other work done.
The place now smells like death and Lysol...and later in the day she brings out the smashed chocolate cake that she scraped off the floor to serve everybody.
I apparently offended her because I didn't want any cake.

This reminded me of something I had forgotten about for years; blocked out, really.

When I was 16 I worked at a veterinary clinic because I thought I wanted to be a vet. When animals died or were euthanized they were bagged in black plastic bags and thrown in a trailer in the back parking lot. Once a week on the weekend the newest, greenest employees needed to hitch the trailer to the clinic truck and take it to the town dump, where we had to climb into the trailer and unload it by picking the bags up and throwing them out. Leaving dead animals in black plastic in the sun during the summer for a week does not make for the most appetizing scene. Sometimes the bags would swell and split, and flies would get in, lay eggs, and ..... well, you get the picture. Yes, the smell is horrendous and stays with you all day, even after you've gone home and scrubbed your whole self in the shower. And don't even get me started on what we had to do when the bags had ripped and spilled in the trailer.

This was many years ago and I think they now need to incinerate (cremate?) the bodies; definitely a welcome improvement.

I've always wondered what they do with the male parts after fixing a dog. Is there a bucket of balls just sitting around somewhere that has to be emptied every few days?