oopsie poopsie

There I go again. Not blogging.

Yesterday's word of the day at work was "hot pocket" (as used in reference to a lady's bajingo). One of the women I work with had a very intersting multi-picture text that showed the start to finish process of a pretty brutal genital piercing.
HOLY CRAP. WHY???
So that was breakfast.
Some of the other stories that I have promised...
One of the girls that worked with us around Christmas had moved to AZ from GA. She'd worked at Target there for a while. One of her stories was about a co-worker that found a Target shopping bag inside one of the clothing racks. They had those big round racks at that store and the bag was sort of hidden inside one of them. Open up the bag and.....POO. Yep. Bag O' Poo. Now, that means that someone either pooped in a bag and strategically placed said bag in the center of a clothing rack, or else someone collected poo, placed it in a bag, then hid it in the rack. Right? Are there other options, or do I want to know?
She also mentioned an experience she had one night while working in the fitting room. All the various people that had tried on clothes that night were gone. She started to smell something.
I think you may know where I'm going with this one.
Someone had totally taken a dump on the floor in the dressing room. WTF is wrong with you if you would do that? Seriously!!
I have informed my co-workers that I will file for any and all types of disability and workman's comp if I EVER find any feces in that store.
I will have no part in that.
Recently the woman that works in the fitting room at our store had someone bring her back a swim suit that she was about to try on because there was blood in the crotch of the suit. Again, what is wrong with you?!!
Sick little monkies.
Okay, I need to get ready for bed, but I was notified that I had gone more than a week without blogging. :)
I'll try to work on that.