I never thought I’d survive to tell this story, but here it is.
After driving for a few hours, my friend Steve and I stopped at a gas station.
It was quite the desolate place, with neon lights illuminating a parking lot with no cars and no people. To the left and to the right, nothing but road for miles and miles. There was a single gas pump.
I parked my van between faded white paint and looked back at Steve before going inside. “Want anything?”
When I entered, I was hit by a foul odor, and the clerk was nowhere to be found. I went down the snack aisle and picked up a few things.
This was the second stop during our road trip, and I’m not sure if Steve noticed, but with every stop we made, the places became more and more… empty. It was like we were driving towards the edge of the world, where there was no one. This place, this stop, was like the final level in a way.
I slapped my items on the counter and tapped a rusty old bell for the clerk. I could see St... keep reading on reddit ➡
This happened back in the 1980s, when small, independent stationery stores were a thing.
I worked in one that took custom orders for personalized things, like rubber stamps, wedding invitations, etc.
You could also order laundry tapes to put in your kids' clothes before they went to summer camp. Trouble was, they took a couple weeks to arrive & lots of parents forgot, or waited too late. Then they'd have to buy a laundry marker and fill in every article of clothing by hand.
There were several affluent neighborhoods in the area, so lots of entitlement issues. As you've probably guessed, these issues are about to collide.
First, the EM threw a small fit about the delivery time. Why can't we make these faster? Her little snowflake was leaving in two days! Couldn't her order be pushed ahead of the [what amounted to 'commoners']? Don't we know who she is? Her husband is influential & we'd better stay on his good side. Etc. I didn't even work in this department, but I could... keep reading on reddit ➡
Catherine McKenna recently posted a photo to her Twitter promoting cycling to work:
Pierre Pagé is the former city clerk of Ottawa. His response:
I suggest you take a cruise through the twitter stream of the person who was City Clerk for 16 years, from 1992 to 2008, and the president of the International Institute of Municipal Clerks.
Among his greatest hits in recent days:
“Stick it you Liberal roach.”
About Greta Thunberg: “Because her parents are abusive and using her as a puppet to fill their pockets.”
To Councillor Riley Brockington: “Just a little refresher for Councillor Riley Dufus: Majority on planning committee taking developer donations.”
“@gmbutts is an evil lowlife”
When you see someone with a long record of public service essentially become an abusive troll online, it makes you think about what those who worked under him en... keep reading on reddit ➡
While the wanderers left me pretty spooked, Margo took it harder. That burn on her arm, well it never quite faded. Weeks, months later the burn radiated on like she had just gotten it. Margo couldn’t sleep at night. She’d wake in a cold sweat, heart racing. Swearing that someone was watching her from outside her window. Out there in the breezy desert nights. It all came to a crash one hot summer night.
Winter and spring flew by. As more people traveled the far highway 88, our customers became more frequent. Margo and I made a good tag team. She trusted me to do the right thing. And for her, I don’t think I could ever repay her for dragging me out when the wanderers circled me. Something in my stomach felt like I was at the end of my rope that night. As summer rounded in, the heat swelled to blistering temperatures during the day. Tempers flared around us. Couples fighting, shouting at one another in their rooms. All the countless times I had to go up to keep them from smashing anyth... keep reading on reddit ➡
I’m a 14 year old female that recently moved to the u.s. from Europe. I went to a nearby chain pharmacy to buy a pack of regular condoms with my 16 year old boyfriend. I told him to stay in the car as I also needed a case of coke, tampons, and diapers and baby food for my little sister. In interpretation to the details, the whole situation happened rather quickly: I walked in, gathered the said items, and went to checkout. The clerk was a young woman, probably in her mid twenties to early thirties. I saw her eyeing me and the store products I was carrying while she was checking out the man in front of me, who happened to notice her obvious staring, and looked behind at me, expressionlessly. I’ve never felt nervous about buying condoms or sanitary products before then. I pulled out my phone to distract myself and appear careless. When I walked up the first thing that came out of her mouth was “I can’t sell you those” and from there it was pretty much ridiculous back and forth comments a... keep reading on reddit ➡
Case 2: The Wanderers
I had left Margo’s office that morning with a dull headache and a sore body. Like I had been hit by a bus. I shuffled to my car, chewing on a glazed donut. The sun was already searing. My car parked alone in the lot. The whizzing of cars going by on the ever-busy highway 88. The desert had an aroma to it, like salt mixed with dirt. It seeped into my body, the sun tanning my skin. Margo was so kind to let me live in one of the rooms, in exchange for some handy work to do around the motel. God knows this place needed it. Days turned into weeks and Margo and I grew closer. Spending our time reminiscing about one’s life, adventures, lovers. I grew quite fond of Margo. While Anna had broken my heart, Margo seemed to find a nice healed spot all to her own.
My night shifts at the motel became more routine. Sure, creepy shit would happen time and again. Pictures would be ripped from the walls, whispers floated through the halls. Every so often you’d catch a shadowy f... keep reading on reddit ➡
I was listening to MPR and the owner said they fired the clerk that called the police on George Floyd. I feel like that's a bit uncalled for. We keep taking it out on the wrong people, instead of people who are to blame. Why?
Edit: The owners are on CNN with Don Lemon, and Don Lemom said that its on the Police Officers. Not the phone call. Seemed like a tense moment.
NPR article that says he fired the clerk : https://www.npr.org/2020/06/02/867578101/911-call-fuels-debate-about-stores-role-in-floyds-death
Case 1: The Puppeteer.
Hello, my name is Henry and as the title suggest, I worked 5 years as a night clerk for an old motel I stumbled upon one. Upon taking the job, I initially met with my supervisor Margo, who was an older woman well into the twilight years of her life but was still full of vibrant energy. She always had a tight smile across her face and wore her milky white hair in a neat bun atop her head. When I applied for the job, she led me to her back off and gave me the run down. The motel was built sometime in the 60s and had been in Margo’s family for generations. Right off of highway 88, the motel has a history of transient folk stopping by. These weren’t your families planning a trip of Disney world. These were creatures of the night. Drifters, loners, escapees, derelicts.
As a newly single man, I found my way to the motel cruising along the highway middle of the night with only a few bucks to my name and an empty stomach. The flickering neon light flashing *“Vacanc... keep reading on reddit ➡
why is it that so many men in IT companies think that women are only present as secretaries? to provide answers to queries that can easily be looked up or to store information that they cannot be bothered to store? why is it that the girls who are programmers are so uncomfortable asking their own so called managers and mentors for technical help that they come to me, just a peer? it is because you guys feel uncomfortable thinking of us as anything else and stuff us into these roles that we don't want to play but we have to anyway. our team was recently asked by a manager to work a weekend, something that I often do anyway in order to finish my work. what grates me is that I diligently sat my ass down and churned out some amount of work. not my best, honestly but I feel like weekend work never is. no one else decided to do it. all i want to do now is quit. I tired of being 'hard working' and 'meticulous'. I am only that because no one else takes the burden. and if they do, then they ac... keep reading on reddit ➡
So yesterday I worked the usual 6-2 shift and the 2-10 guy comes in, seems fine, I leave. About an hour later, the GM calls me to tell me he is nowhere to be found and head of housekeeping is manning the front desk. Today I come in and ask head of housekeeping what went down. He proceeds to tell me that the 2-10 guy had went into an empty room to take nap. But here's the real kicker. My GM completely excused it, saying since he's a new parent he probably went to help a guest, sat down, and fell asleep. Like??? What??? So if we are extra stressed and tired, can we go nap too? I'm honestly baffled that something like that was just excused, not even a slap on the wrist. What do you guys think?
I just want to start my route without having to backtrack because I had to start delivering my route before the parcels were finished being sorted out.
Fayette County Clerk Don Blevins here.
I just wanted to reach out and thank the mods and the contributors on this sub. You guys are incredible. This is my primary source for how we are doing with our response to the COVID-19 outbreak. I do not have time to watch Gov. Beshear's sessions, and the concise post each night is invaluable.
I have the same questions as many of you. And night after night all of you have delivered in a spectacular way.
I have used your reasoned, rational, scientific approach to help me make decisions regarding staffing, reopening (or not), and most importantly, the upcoming election.
This situation is the greatest challenge of my career- and let me just say, I've faced some major interesting challenges before. But nothing like this.
You guys rock. You all restore my faith in Kentucky, which says way more than a reddit post can convey.
(note: I stole this post from NALC steward /u/pramble because I think it's a great idea for all newcomers to their respective crafts!)
I'm a new APWU shop steward in a smaller Level 20 office with five clerks (3 regulars, myself as PTF, and one PSE). So far, I have successfully grieved for out-of-schedule pay (OOS), fought back and confirmed that we can scan a second distribution uptime for late trucks, and I'm currently working on a big grievance right now (204-B time limit violation) which is in the process of being appealed to step 2. I also recently received LLV training for when I need to drive late mail to the plant.
I signed up to become a steward because I noticed morale in the office was low due to regulars being worked like PTFs and management instructing other crafts to perform clerk work, etc. Now that I can file grievances, I'm actively trying to push back and "clean up... keep reading on reddit ➡
The clerk replies “It’s a freebie”
This happened a few months before the whole COVID thing but it still baffles me so thought I'd ask. I go to the bank on a Saturday and cashed my check. The clerk is a female close to my age (40's) and one I've never seen working there before so I assume she is new. Sunday I receive a call from her and she introduces herself and tells me that she is off work and wanted to know how my transaction yesterday went.
I have been banking here for 20 years and never, ever has the bank called me for a survey. So I'm thinking something wrong must have occurred and she wants to make sure that mine wasn't effected however I did not really pay much attention so I wasn't sure. So I say "uh, why? What happened?" and I think that threw her off judging by her tone when she then reassured me that nothing happened rather she just wanted make sure that I was happy with my transaction so I say something like "uh, yeah I think it was fine" and that pretty much ended the conversation.
So first off I'm think... keep reading on reddit ➡
’About 32,’ is the reply.’
‘Nope! I’m exactly 50,’ the woman says happily.
A little while later she goes into McDonald’s and asks the counter girl the very same question.
The girl replies, ‘I’d guess about 29.’ The woman replies with a big smile, ‘Nope, I’m 50.’
Now she’s feeling really good about herself. She stops at a candy shop on her way down the street.
She goes up to the counter to get some mints and asks the assistant the same burning question.
The clerk responds, ‘Oh, I’d say 30.’
Again she proudly responds, ‘I’m 50, but thank you!’
While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next to her the same question.
He replies, ‘Lady, I’m 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra Then, and only then I can tell you EXACTLY how old you are.’
They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets th... keep reading on reddit ➡
My ID photo is several years old, and the corner is broken off from pulling it out my wallet 2-3 times a day. A new clerk looked at it very suspiciously for way longer than normal, and finally went and asked another clerk what to do about it...
"Normally we wouldn't accept it, but she's in here every day. Well, I shouldn't say that, but she's good."
Does anyone know about clerk positions? I signed the bid sheet at my hub. I heard that they pay more per hour. Any information will be greatly appreciated.
You can use this tool to verify your clerk's contact info: https://mvic.sos.state.mi.us/Clerk
More info on absentee voting: https://www.michigan.gov/sos/0,4670,7-127-1633_8716_8728-21037--,00.html
Edit: To be clear, this is to submit your application form to receive a mail-in ballot. This won't work for when you get the ballot itself.
My state is on essentially shelter in place due to COVID-19. We don’t call it that for some weird twist of laws but it’s pretty close to that. No groups of more than five done go out unless you have to etc.
I had to go to Walmart to get batteries for the baby’s white noise machine and lettuce for our lizards. I managed to find some frozen chicken breasts while I was there (a blessing as my older son prefers chicken). 3 things, I was in the store maybe 15 minutes not touching anything besides the products I wanted. Baby is 3 months old so still in his carrier car seat in the snap-and-go frame so I touch as few public surfaces as possible. He’s safely tucked in and has a zip up cover on the car seat to keep him warm and ideally prevent people from touching him. I don’t like it in the best of times and now is certainly not the best of times
I’m in the self check out ringing out my groceries and as I’m paying I see the self check clerk walk up and look at little boy...
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