It’s my first day working at a store, and I’m being shown around by a manager. A food app delivery guy walks in, and my manager stops talking to me for a moment to focus on the delivery guy.
Manager: “That’s breakfast for the chairman. I’ll take that.”
My manager confirms the details, and we walk over to the back while he continues to give me training information. He leaves the food in the staff lounge with a post-it saying, “For the Chairman,” and then I forget about it as we continue our day.
A week or so later, I’m getting the hang of things. I see another delivery guy from the app arrive. I’m the first member of staff he sees.
Delivery Guy: “For a… Mr. Mao?”
Me: “I don’t know who that is. Let me call over someone.”
A coworker comes over and sees me talking to the delivery guy.
Coworker: “Oh, that’s breakfast for the chairman! I’ll take that!”
Again, details are confirmed, and my coworker takes the food.
Later in the staff room:
Me: “Hey, [Coworker]. Who is Mr. Mao?”
Coworker: “Uh… I don’t know?”
Me: “I saw you take food to him this morning. His breakfast? I assume he’s the big boss, but I’ve never seen him.”
Coworker: “Oh… oh! No one told you?”
Me: “Told me what?”
Coworker: “Yes, he is the owner, I’d say. We’re all subservient to him.”
That’s a weird choice of words, but okay?
Coworker: “Follow me. I’ll introduce you to him.”
Me: *Suddenly nervous* “No, no, it’s okay. I don’t need to bother him if he’s busy or something.”
Coworker: “Nonsense. He mostly works nights anyway, so he should be napping about now.”
Me: “Napping?!”
My coworker takes me over to the warehouse, where he introduces me to the warehouse manager. The warehouse manager then takes us over to the security office, situated at the back.
Sleeping in the middle of the security office, nestled comfortably on a pile of many pillows, is a tabby cat.
Coworker: “Meet Chairman Meow: chief night shift warehouse rodent catcher, and lord emperor of the entire business.”
Me: “So… the food deliveries?”
Coworker: “A daily breakfast is ordered for a ‘Mr. Meow’ every day to say thanks for keeping the warehouse rodent-free, as ordered and paid for by the general manager, who is still subservient to the chairman.”
Our talking has awoken the cat — sorry, the “chairman” — at this point. He looks over at us with an air of disinterest and then shifts into another snooze position.
Me: “I have so many questions.”
Coworker: “We all work for the cat.”
Me: “That’s the human race in general. That’s the only thing I’m not questioning!”
I was now aware of the daily food deliveries for “the chairman,” so I helped out in that task when I could. I asked whose cat he was, and all I got from everyone I asked was a confused look and little pieces of information about how the cat had adopted the store, how the general manager works directly under him, and how if you’re lucky and get to give the chairman belly rubs, it’s time for a promotion.
I’m pretty sure that cat just wandered in one day and decided the store warehouse would be his home, and everyone else just went along with it.
That being said, I didn’t see a single rat the entire time I was there…