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Storage Horror’s: The End

July 24, 2019 | Lifestyle | No Comments

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       Now for the moment you have all waited for, the real tea of working in storage. Let me tell you about all the horrible situations I had to go through on a daily basis. Well not all, but some of them. This one is a long one since I will end the series here, but I promise its worth it! I included pictures! 

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       Let me start by saying that when you initially go in to apply, interview, and start there they mention that it will be light cleaning work. Which meant you had to clean the office, the restroom and the units and you think to yourself really how dirty can it all be. They don’t tell you that you will have to deal with the most disgusting situations, nor do you get trained to deal with them, they just throw you into it and you gotta hope for the best.

      The people who rented at that location, and the passer bys were the most vile, I had ever encountered. Finding pee at this location was the daily norm. Bottles overflowing with urine, the smell alone would nauseate you. You would find pee on top of belongings, box’s and all you had was gloves and pray that none would fall on you. Nothing was safe, you had to assume that everything had pee! There was no way it could be tea or any other liquid. You would find it in ziplock bags, and the worst of it all would be when I found it inside a kids pencil box. I’ve had pee all over me and I would die on the inside. People pooped inside trashcans too!

       The worst of it all, is the poop. I had to go in to work fearing that it would be another shitty day. You don’t get taught how to deal with this, you don’t get warned, you’re just expected to do it with gloves and what ever your wit can think of. Naturally I couldn’t even deal with it, I was puking inside my mouth and of course always got chewed out for not doing it. 

        There was a day in which my coworker and I had to deal with it and we had never been subjected to such grotesque work.  We both agreed to do it together, since we wouldn’t dream of doing it alone. We had to get smart, we decided we would get a broom and push it all into a container. Safe to say, we tried but couldn’t finish the job, and then I vowed I would never attempt to do that again. Tough Shit because we had chronic shitters to deal with. They would do it anywhere! in the halls, in the corner, in the parking lot, anywhere! It was a real nightmare! Someone had suggested that the best way to deal with it is to grab it all with cardboard, but for that you’d have to get up close and personal. No thank you!

        This job should really provide a disclaimer, or at the very least the proper training for the job! You can find pee in these images, and I used to have many others. 

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        At another location, they had a woman who would always clog their toilet. They banned her, all for her and her daughter to show up at their parking lot demanding entrance. The worker who found them had to witness the mother crouched down with a paper bag and you guessed it, she was taking a shit! But thanks to this encounter, I got to hear my favorite quote that came from the daughter. “If you’re gonna treat my mom like an animal, she’s gonna shit like one!” haha the best thing I’ve ever read of an encounter for that company and I will never forget it.

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       I have another poop story for you guys, and I think this one is probably the worst one. So we would always have problems with our toilets/plumbing. People were always shoving things down the toilet that they shouldn’t like a towel, socks, etc. This all eventually caused our sump pump to stop working. It was out for weeks, almost months and we had to deal with so many pissed off customers. The basement where it was located, smelled terribly. I hated being down there and I felt bad for the customers that rented down there.

       It got to the point where it started to leak and you guessed it, shit and piss everywhere. At first the leakage was small, but then it started to go into the units next to it causing the clients things to get damaged. The higher up’s did not want to tell the client the truth. His very expensive and vintage comic books were ruined, his couch ruined, and everything in there was probably ruined. He was told that it was just a leak, shady shit.

      As luck would have it, it kept happening to the point where the truth had to be known. To a point where we were ordered to close off the basement, it was deemed unsafe to enter. The leakage was worsening day by day. Not even people who were hired wanted to deal with the horror’s they found in the basement.  There was shit and piss everywhere, I will never be able to free my mind of the images, the smell. 

      Higher ups forced me and others to go down there and attempt to clean it, when it was deemed unsafe and after hours. No protection other than the thinnest face mask, and gloves. No other protection, other than a warning to try and not get any on you. Only vacuums and mops to assist in the cleaning. 

      I did as much as I was able to, at the end of it all, my will had died. I told myself that I could not put up with the things I went through on the daily. I went to my coworkers apartment that night and drank and tried to forget. Her and I took a stand and told higher ups we would never do that again, when it was unsafe, and we wernt trained or prepared. 

      The sump pump kept leaking and the legal team for the company advised us not to get near it, after being forced to do it before. The company had a cleaner come in once and never again. The person in charge said why higher someone when we were there and could do it for free. A terrible idea, but I nor my coworker helped out as much as it was hinted for us to help out. I’m traumatized.  

      These photos are when the issue was just beginning, it only got worse, thank your eyes that I didn’t get a photo.

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       Drugs were a big thing at that location, and again we were not warned, prepared, or trained. You would constantly see the tiniest ziplock bags all over the floor. You would constantly find needle caps and the worst, the needles. You never knew where they would be, and there was the constant fear that you would accidentally get pricked.  You had to clean the units and that’s when you would fear it, with the thinnest gloves.

       In the photo below you can find some of the needles that were found in an abandoned unit. Some where in bags, others just laying around, with other drug paraphernalia. The facility had no bin or procedures on what to do with them. When reaching out to higher ups, they said to just put them in a box, in a room until they say other wise. They remained there still when I left, someone could very well harm themselves and get sick.

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         Everything that could go wrong with that place did. Their elevators would always stop working, customers would get trapped plenty of times. Their gates never worked to keep the facility safe. Their office doors didn’t even have the proper mechanism to help it close safely. It slammed on my finger cutting into it, it was agonizing pain. The AC stopped working for over 3 months and we were forced to work in the blazing heat.

        The photos under are the makeshift things we had to do to keep slightly cool. A small AC unit that couldn’t even cool half the office, everyday we had to pull this in and out. One day that I did, the wind forced the door shut on my finger. I still have a bump/scar from it, and I was forced to work through the pain afterwards. 

       Peep my stitches and my Frankenstein finger at the end too, luckily I didn’t lose it!

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      In continuation to things constantly breaking, let me tell you about one of the biggest hazards and safety issue. The staircases in the facility are unsafe. The wheels are coming off, they wobble when you’re on them and they are falling apart! Especially after higher ups had a worker modify them when it is not OSHA approved. It got to a point where someone actually got hurt! They were lucky that it didn’t turn into a big thing. Higher ups did nothing but hide the really messed up ones in units, or try to make the rest of them less noticeable but still kept them on the floor because buying new ones was way too expensive.

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       Safety was a huge issue, there were incredibly violent characters. I have had people threaten me countless times, I had called the police more times than I can count. I have had a man walk into the office and close the door behind him without saying a word. I have had people come up to me and tell me they were planing to hit me if I called the police. I have had to see a man run from another into our office because he was going to get stabbed. These are just some of the instances of many. 

       Let me tell you about two of the most notable situations. This one I happened to see on the surveillance camera, before I had started working there. An elderly man on the floor on his back, unable to get up to his walker. Another man starts to beat him, drag him and abuse him for a while. The man grabs the one on the floors shopping cart and pushes it into the elevator and leaves with it. He then comes back and drags the old man into the elevator, he then grabs his walker and starts beating him with it. It shifts to another camera view, now they are at ground level and the altercation is still happening. Plenty of people just pass by, until someone finally decides to chime in and call the police.

       Occurrences like this happen often, the place has no security. The only security shows up at 10/11pm sometimes, to just peek through the floors and leaves. They don’t properly check the floors. The employees serve as the security from 9:30-6pm, but that leaves the other hours open. Employees can’t walk the floors constantly with all the other work they have to do. Plus they are short staffed, two people or 3 if you’re lucky to take care of all 4 floors. 

       Security camera’s are limited and are only at certain areas that do no good with security. The higher ups don’t want to pay for more camera’s or security so everyone who rents there is basically unsafe. Employees can’t even carry anything for self defense.

       Another instance is when I got called, after hours. I had to go to work in my PJ’s because the police were called. This wasn’t the first time. I arrive at the scene with trash all over the floor and a man on the floor, shirtless with his gut hanging. Apparently he had slashed the tires of all the vans, and buses because he thought they were going to kidnap his girlfriend. All these cars belong to people who rent there. This man had a track record for violence. He had put dents into unit doors, in fits of anger. He constantly had domestic disputes. This man was just a ticking time bomb for worse to happen. 

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       Let’s end this with a bang and continue on with safety. Theft was a big part, it constantly happened. There was people who would use make shift fishing poles to fish items out. There was an incident where a man broke a woman’s car window’s, stole her phone, wallet, etc. He then claimed that he thought it was his aunts car. 

       The worst one by far was done by a woman named Alicia, she looked perfectly normal. She committed a series of thefts, for months. Units were broken into, locks broken, and replaced with new ones. Things went missing and were found in other units. We knew it was her but there was nothing that could be done unless she was actually caught in the act. 

       The lack of security and the lack of cameras made it very difficult to catch her. It went on for months, and we constantly had to deal with the customer’s who were affected. It didn’t help that the locks they had used were easily breakable, it didn’t help that they had no insurance or the least amount with valuables stored and stolen.

      Countless nights were spent trying to catch her in the act, I had to go after hours. The cops would not arrest her or place her under a tress pass warning unless she was caught in the act. Eventually our late nights paid off and she was caught stealing more items and was arrested. Apparently she does this as a profession, island hops and always gets away with it.

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        That is the end for now, thanks for reading this really long post and enjoying the pictures. This place should really be shut down, it’s a hazard. If you ever get offered a job there, flee! Make sure you check out the places you’re looking into renting! I probably have PTSD from working at this place. πŸ˜ͺ

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Storage Horror’s: The Beginning

July 3, 2019 | Lifestyle | No Comments

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        Where to even start? In this series of blog posts I will let you guys in on my two years of hell. I’ll spill all the tea! Let us start from the beginning.
         This first post will cover the beginning of my life in hell, with the little angry man. I will guide you through some of the events that have been engraved in my memory. It is a bit long, I apologize but we will cover other aspects of my storage life in other posts.

        When I first moved to Hawaii the search to find a job began, I put in countless applications until I received an invite to apply for a storage company. I had no previous experience in the field except for what everyone brings up when they think of storage, the show “Storage Wars”. With no experience, I had no expectations or knowledge of what I was about to get myself into.

      I had to change my hair color, take out my piercings and wear a uniform, which sucked but what could one do? I had just moved and needed money to survive but that isn’t the bad part in the slightest. 

       I trained for a couple weeks in Kopolei which was shitty for the simple fact that we had no car at the time, our car was going to be shipped from California. I had to spend around $40+ on the trip to and same amount back, and the traffic was terrible. Since I was making the trip, I had to wake up incredibly early to make sure I got there in time. My training experience was amazing, the location, customers, and co-workers there made me feel as if my road ahead would be just the same. 

       My dreams soon came to an end when I had to start work at my home store. I loved the fact that it was five minutes away from home, on my first day I was excited and ready for my new journey. 

       At this moment I figured, nothing could be worse than working at the “What are those?!?!” store, where the woman Hitler reigned. The woman who hired only her friends, did nothing but talk with them on her shifts and got no work done, wrote blogs about her fleeting boyfriends on the clock and how they were “the one” after just meeting them. A woman who was petty and jealous of anyone who had a happier life/relationship and took it out on those who were stable. Who shortened the hours of male coworkers who paid her no mind. A woman who once you stopped being friends with, she’d find silly reasons to make your life hell and quit, and then attempt to re hire you once you benefit her again.This woman was what I thought one of the worst people in management I had ever met. (Still true, but someone tops her now)

       On my first day I met a short, stocky, older Japanese man. He was probably around his late 40’s/early 50’s, who knows. I was happy to be there, happy to meet anyone really. In an instant this man offered to show me around the facility and I welcomed the idea. On the tour, this man who was clearly full of themselves decided to rant on about himself. Apparently he was being reviewed to manage the storage facility, the man couldn’t be less fit and you’ll find out why. 

      I would listen and nod to his pointless stories, until he brought up one in particular. He began to tell me a story of how he managed to get a person he did not like to quit. The man proudly told me that if he does not like someone, he will do anything and everything to get them to quit and how he has done it multiple times before. This in itself is already a giant red flag, the man is obviously in no position to lead and is frankly too old to be pulling these stunts. The stories continued as he made sure to show that I was beneath him, and with these intimidation tactics he said this gem to me “I’m a sexist pig” with no hint of joking and went on to tell me he wouldn’t change.

       I was already uncomfortable on my first day, he then decided to show me the parking lot where customers could rent parking stalls. He demanded that I role play with him on selling, I asked for more information since I had just started and knew no details to use as selling points.(Not to mention that role playing makes me uncomfortable) Despite this I wanted to build a good team friendship still and I played along. He played the role of a bad customer, but this man took it to the extreme, was a total asshole and talked down to me for no reason. I would break in between to tell him I didn’t want to do it anymore, it wasn’t working for me, I needed more details but he persisted to make me feel small. 

      I am a person who cries in anger or frustration and so I did and as much as I tried to hide it, the man kept verbally attacking me. He then brought up the fact that I was crying and turned it into yet another thing he could use to his advantage when it came to talking down to me. The man went on to tell me about his home life and how this is the way he talks to his wife. How he throws a fit for the pepper facing the wrong way in the cabinet but she still married him.(I have no idea what this had to do with me)

       Naturally I spoke up to the DTL about the situation, what had happened and what was said. I was not about to let that behavior slide, she was mortified by everything she had heard and reached out to the DM(District Manager). Of course nothing was done about the situation. Another woman was added into the mix later on and she experienced the same situations. He hated her for the fact that she would put him in his place. 

       Every day this man continued to make my life hell, my only salvation was when I went out to clean. At this point I would rather be doing that than selling storage units to customers, that would mean being in an office with the evil leprechaun. He talked down to me every chance he got, when I needed to learn something he would treat me badly and tell me he wasn’t there to teach me anything.(What soon to be manager, right?) I’d also get in trouble for saying “Yeah, no” “no, yeah” and he would tell me how much he hated it. Obviously I can’t help it coming from California, and I tried to explain countless times, but it was yet something else for him to pick on me for.

        There was a day where he and the other male co worker were sitting down at their desks chatting while myself and the other female co worker were cleaning the office. He had came to me instead of her and ordered me to clean the elevators and take her with me. I politely told him it would get done but the office needed TLC, it was filthy. When not getting his way he did what he always did with me. I passed the message on to my other co-worker and she was furious. She came in to speak with him and asked him what cleaning he was going to get done that day, since her and I were cleaning almost everything. He decided to tell her that she can’t expect not to clean, it’s what she signed up for. (Mind you we are all equals, with the same position) He had also told me in previous conversations that he was not a cleaning man, he was an office man and he would stay indoors while others clean. The man also spent his time playing candy crush (how productive.)

       After countless complains from both of us, nothing seemed to get done. I even expressed my concerns for his management skills when it came to the store. This man did things he should never do, he would take units offline to hold for customers and say it was damaged at the time to management. He would bend every rule that we were told were serious and shouldn’t be bent. Things we could have gotten in trouble for if anyone visited or audited. His work ethic was horrible and the man was sexist. What else could he do?

       In one of my many escapes to clean, I decided to follow through on some of the tasks our DM had left behind after her store visit. One of them was to clean the unit doors. They were absolutely filthy, in this point in time I was cleaning a huge one with giant soda splatter all over that had been there for what seemed like forever. (it would not come off!) So I am on my knees scrubbing the living hell out of it when I hear his voice getting closer, but he’s not alone! Yay, sigh of relief since he couldn’t possibly bother me while with customers.

        I was wrong, he came up to me in front of his customers and began to yell and talk down to me. He demanded to know what I was doing and why I was doing it. I went on to tell him that it was on our list of things to do but he was not having it. He insisted that it was the hallway doors, as if the giant soda splatter wasn’t a huge indicator as to what she meant, I went ahead and told him that he was wrong(in a nicer way), obviously! Bad choice in my part, I got an ear full just so he could look tough in front of his customers.

       With this I had enough, I was tired of the constant torment day after day. I called my DTL and told her I couldn’t do it anymore, if something wasn’t done I was going to quit. I was reassured that something would be done. (It wasn’t) 

       My final straw was this last incident. There was an issue with a machine (I’ll cover that in another post) so since the following day was going to be his day off he decided to teach me how to manually shut it off. I needed to do this twice a day so I had no choice but to agree to go in the basement with him to learn. Huge mistake!

       The elevator ride was awkward and silent, it wasn’t until we were waiting for the elevator to go back when things took a turn. Our elevator takes for ever when it comes to picking up the basement. He randomly asks “You know, I think I know why we don’t get along?”. This caught me off guard because I had no hate for this man, he just made my life hell and uncomfortable. I had started nothing, so I was in shock. With the wait and my awkwardness, I decided to play along, I asked “Why?”
        He then said that he thought it was because of my age, that he has a daughter. I can’t remember if he said a year younger or older than me. This was really uncomfortable, I felt bad for his daughter. Again in my awkward, uncomfortable state, I decided to throw him another bone. I shrugged and said “Maybe it’s a cultural difference too?” hah, silly me just dug my own grave. With that he says to me “Oh hunny….well we arn’t in mexico anymore” πŸ˜’ 

        First of all, I was fuckin born in the US. Yes I am Mexican but I am not from mexico. Even if I was, there is no reason to be that way! Such an unpleasant little man. This was the instance that really lead me to take matters into my own hands, if no one was going to do anything I was going to do everything to be heard. I reached out to HR, told them everything, they even talked to the other female employee.

         How ever, I got an ear full from the DM getting on my case for doing so, that I should be reaching out to her and letting her handle it. Obviously nothing was being done, and HR is there to help me with these issues anyway. πŸ€·β€β™‚οΈ

           I had many unpleasant encounters with the little man but at the end of it all karma bit him in the ass. Let me tell you what happened to him in the end. After all the complaints, the only thing they could do for us was move him to what everyone considered the “punishment store”. There he lived out his days alone with no co-workers and no one to talk to, he was always denied management positions and his only way out was to quit. Life was a much better place with him gone. 😁

          They sent me a blessing of a woman to be my manager, If I could rank the sweetest/ best people in my life she would be up there as high as it can go. This woman is a saint, and the company does not deserve her, this world does not deserve her. She was my crutch through this miserable hell hole of a journey. I also got sent my Koala bear from down unda who I could not have done any of it without! Without them I couldn’t have stayed there as long  as I did!πŸ’–

Stay tuned for part 2, we’re just getting to the good stuff! 🐸🍡

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WTF Dreams

June 19, 2019 | Lifestyle | 2 Comments

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       Let’s get a little personal on this week’s post and talk about dreams. Today we  focous on two really funny wtf one’s I had this past week. I’m no stranger to weird dreams, I have them often and I remember every detail. Sometimes if I’m lucky, I’m not even in the dream but spectating. I’ll share those really crazy one’s at another time. 

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          First off is the less crazy one. I’m out and about when all of a sudden I run into Seth Rogen! Such a super random moment in itself. So, I start to panic because this man is fuckin hilarious and lets face it no one knows how to act or what to do when they meet someone famous. How ever, I’m in a panic for a totally different reason. Why you ask? Because dummy me forgot my bong, and how am I gonna meet fuckin Seth Rogen without having a bong for him to sign! The whole dream is me panicking over the fact. 

       For what it’s worth, I don’t own a bong and it’s frowned upon here in Hawaii. After days of thinking as to why I would have this dream, I came to the conclusion that what did it was those GQ photos circulating the internet. πŸ˜…πŸ˜‚

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         Now this dream really had me trying to piece it all together and I still haven’t figured out what got me to even dream such a dream. So it starts off at a really fancy home, my best friend Steph and I are hanging out at the pool. Apparently we’re besties with Kylie and Kendall Jenner because there they are chillen with us common folk.

        We’re all having a grand ol’ time, just kicking at the water since now we’re just sitting with just our feet in the water. So Kylie mentions to me something about a proposal she saw on her Instagram. Apparently I didn’t care enough to pay attention since I was more fixated on the house next door and the random ass Christmas lights on their balcony. I’m not sure why them, but I like the two so I’m not even gonna question it further.

       Then all of a sudden, The Jonas Brothers are on the balcony and start singing some song. It’s the strangest thing because I don’t know anything about them, I don’t listen to them, or know any of their music. All I know is one of them sings that damn cake by the ocean song, and I seriously thought it was about enjoying a nice slice of cake by some good scenery. (It sounds amazing) but then ya’ll tell me it’s about eating god damn ass. I still can’t even with any of that.

        I also know that Joe is married to Sophie Turner (Sansa Stark from GOT) and I know they sang that one song in Meet the Robinson’s. That’s all I know though, so TELL ME WHY they’re in my dream haha. It could be that I saw them appearing in the new All That reboot, but who knows.

       After I see this car come up to the house through the fence and for some reason it has lights and Christmas lights all over. Talk about ridiculous haha So I go inside the house to run into my father. My dream father is Enrique Rocha who plays LeΓ³n Bustamante in Rebelde. Pretty much my favorite Novela haha. As of now, he is my real dad, no questions asked. When ya’ll ask me who my dad is, there you go.haha

        My dream dad opens the door for James (My boyfriend) and so he then proceeds to propose to me. He gives me the biggest ring you’ve ever seen, bigger than my finger. (Super dramatically big) The ring itself is the most random thing, it’s a giant green gem of a thing, with a crescent moon at the side. Totally not my style except for the moon, to add to the weirdness there is a picture of a cobra inside.πŸ˜…πŸ˜‚ Talk about really tacky and random, but apparently dream me it’s this shit up. I have no idea where that image of a ring cam from or the meaning of it.  Then I wake up.

       The end..I’ll probably share more of my weird dreams as they come.πŸ‘

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