[FONT=Calibri]So yesterday I come out to Backline delivering biscuits and I see our general manager, our district manager, and two of our shift leaders clustered around a spot of floor near the front door. Being naturally curious, I shift my line of sight so I can see that particular spot of floor, and I find that there is a lady sort of ... slumped on it. Seems there was an accident (or at least an incident), and so our store leaders are making sure she's okay.
And, of course, since the all-pervading mentality among this [i]particular[/i] store's leadership is "what if I'm fired", they were also being very obsequious and slightly groveling about it. This bothers me to an immense degree. But I've only got four weeks left of work at the store, so that's neither here nor there.
This lady was, for lack of a better way of putting it ... not .... slender.
[spoiler]Oh the hell with it. She was fat. And not in the "ten pounds more than Tyra Banks' favorite supermodel apprentice" sort of 'fat' rubbish. Not large or heavyset or big-boned or plump or portly or rotund; I know several people from each category, and they are healthy, happy individuals. I mean she was [I]fat[/I]. Blubberous. Well-larded. She had a tiny, petite face and underlying frame, and it looked like her body had run out of room twenty years ago and just started going "...****, I got no place to put all this extra ****. Stick it â?? aw hell, stick it over there, I'll deal with it when I can." And, according to my colleagues, she stank, in the 'Meh, I'd shower, but I'm not gonna be out long, and I'm just gonna sit on the couch all day; why bother?' way that is unique to people of that ... disposition. My [i]gosh[/i] was she fat.[/spoiler]
[i]*ahrm*[/i] So. Helping a newbie with dish work today, I overhear one of our other shift leaders talking on the phone about money stuff, and I hear the phrase "our insurance people are contacting her insurance people", and quite naturally I blink. Then I think [i]McDonald's coffee lawsuit[/i] and ask if she's trying to make a fuss about the fall. She is. Seems she has a broken collarbone and a bruised somethingorother, and she's trying to pin it on Hardee's. Nobody on the staff believes she actually fell that hard. [spoiler]Personally I suspect that, given her physical condition, any fall at all might have sent so much mass jostling around inside her that her weakened skeletal structure might actually have been easily compromised, if you'll excuse the pith.[/spoiler] My father, who managed a Pizza Hut for several years, said that first thing he'd have done was check the security footage for the front door, to see if she didn't just walk in, pour some water on the floor, look around, sit down, and raise a royal fuss; says lazy, uninsured people try that all the time to dodge medical bills. I'm totally inclined to believe him.
In the long run it doesn't matter at all, though. I've had fun working there (when I can get scheduled to work), and I'll miss it a bit, but in four weeks I'll no longer care. Boot camp cannot come soon enough.[/FONT]