Hammy doesnt understand work personal hygiene To make this slightly easier to understand, I work in a fast food sit down restaurant. Think 50's themed, red/ black/ white and bow-ties. I work drive-thru, and ham in question is a server. Whereas I stand at 5'5" and maybe 110 lbs, Ham waddles in at whatleast 300 pounds and an inch shorter. Quite literally wobbles everywhere, due to "ill-fitting shoes" and a "foot injury" of some sort. Hams nickname is Thumper for that reason. This quick one is from a fellow co-worker, who was on the ice cream station. Thumper was bussing her table, bringing plates and such back to the "dish pit", dropping silverware into the bus-tub with pre-wash, and stacking her plates. She turns around, and without washing her hands/ hooves, dips her hands into the utensil holder filled with water for the ice cream (scoops and spoons) and wobbles back out to the servers station.  Thumpers excuse? Oh, I was putting a spoon back. ((Bullshit, there was only a nutella mixing spoon in there, which is not her business to be messing with, only the fountain person needs to be messing with it)) Now: todays tale which has me posting. Ice buckets, they carry ice, and only ice, you know? And those of you in the restaurant biz know that they don't belong on the ground, like, ever. Nor does the scoop belong anywhere but its holder when you aren't using it. Fucking Thumper over here, I swear. When I walked past the ice machine (speed-walking my way to the office for cups or whatever, probably spoons.) the door was open with the ice scoop IN the ice. Don't know who did that, don't really care. Take out scoop, close door, throw scoop into dish pit to be washed, servers be damned when they need ice. I'm back in the fountain area, Thumper sl-ooooooo-oo-wwwwwllllyyy waddles past, (seriously I've nearly bumped into her near a dozen times since I've started, she so slow. I could walk across the store, fill a cup of sweet tea, and try to walk back when shes in my way, faster than she can clear her plates in dish.) Shes going for the ice, I find out when I turn around. I turned and saw her bending over with the ice machine door open, ice buckets on the ground, scooping the ice from the machine with, -you guessed it- her hooves!  First thing out of my mouth is, "What the fuck are you doing?" Thumper: " I couldn't find the ice scoop." "Its in the dish pit, it needs to be washed! That's disgusting!" As I was saying this I was grabbing the ice bucket she was filling to dump it, when I had the better idea to "report" her. I set the bucket back down, turned around, and called out for the only manager I could see while fast walking towards her. As I'm telling the manager the situation, I'm watching Thumper take the (un-washed remember?) ice scoop from the dish pit, and resume scooping ice. ( I asked over the headset if someone could check with the person in dishpit if it had been washed before she took it. "No, she didn't" was the reply.  Thoroughly disgusted with Thumper, I not only tell the manager I had told, I told the other one on shift, The one who ended up coming in for evening shift and their accompanying manager. The first two told me they had talked about it with her, while the third one whom I told, had the buckets, the holder and the ice scoop cleaned.  As soon as the store manager comes in to work from being sick, and I'm not gonna bombard him, He is going to be made aware of the situation, because actions like that don't deserve a "talking-to". Those are actions that require write-ups and documentation. I'm going to make sure that this gets taken care of, even if it has to be brought up to the district managers attention. Having previous assistant managing experience, and being serv-safe certified guarantees I personally can't turn a blind eye to this. Pisses me off so much. And besides, damn-near everyone on shift that I work closely with now knows too. Dishpit person is witness.