You've seen that video, where two guys go through a drive thru and throw pop on the employee? That's right, that happened to me. I was 15, in my first month of work at the local Dairy Queen, and I was bombarded with Pepsi. Guess it could have been worse, had they thrown a milkshake, but still, I was sticky for the rest of my shift. And I had to clean up the mess.
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I work the third shift at a gas station, and one friday night I came in to start my shift. My manager has to come in every night for the shift change on the register. After he was done he left to go have a few drinks to kick off his weekend, and i continue to work. Later on at about 4 in the morning i get a call, thinking it's just some random drunk guy prank calling me, I hang up, and decide to check the number because it looked familiar, turns out it was my manager, drunk. After a weird conversation we hang up, and I continue through my shift, 10 minutes later he shows up drunk, so i spend a good hour outside bullshitting with him, because there hasn't been a customer for a while. After a while i get a customer comes and I go in to do the gas station clerk thing, meanwhile my manager comes in, goes to the bathroom, and shouts "Hey, when was the last time you checked the bathroom?" after the customer has left, confused, I reply "I cleaned it and nobody has been in it since". A few minutes pass and he repeats the same thing, i'm thinking at this point he has puked everywhere, so i decide to go check it out, i walk down the hallway leading to the bathroom, and halfway down it i see the door is halfway open with the lights off, at this point i've already realized something fucked up is about to happen but i continue, i start opening the door and he pulls it open and there was my gay manager, with his flacid cock hanging out his zipper hole, stroking himself. I hauled ass back to the front and a customer came in. I'm pretty sure he thought i would of liked that.
Gas station guy |
I happen to be chronically ill, since i was about 17. Last time i visited my specialist, and i complained about being SO tired all the time and that it depressed me, he told me, i should view my disease and myself differently. He said: "Having Crohns disease, is like being an athlete, it's top sport for the body to deal with it, it's natural for you to be so tired,...it's the... Read More » constant inflamation".... (don't google for pics, it's horrible) I've been thinking about my specialists recommended view. It's indeed as exhausting as top sport, but without the benefits. It's working really really hard, and the only result is .... still being ill. I can't get better. Now don't get me wrong, i'm not really talking about self-pity, but i am saying: being ill, truly is working very hard 24/7, without ANY pay, vacation or pauze, benefits or nice colleagues. Nasty side effects come for free with the medication, puking, nausea, cramps, pain... and those meds even cost ya lots of money. No self esteem either from a job well-done. My work sucks.
Several years ago I worked with a overnight delivery company. It wasn't unusual to run into all sorts of dogs when you made a delivery (including nasty ones.) One day, I walked up to a lady's house where the front door was open. As soon as I rang the bell, I heard the jingle of dog tags & realized I was too far away from the vehicle to get back there in time, so I braced myself.... Read More » of the door run 4 GREAT DANES, who start to circle me & are growling. The lady comes out, signs for the package, & walks back in the house, leaving her pack circling me, snapping at me & growling. I yell out "Ma'am, would you please come get your dogs", to which she replies "Oh, they won't hurt you." It was about this time they got more aggressive & nipped at my legs. Finally after yelling at her that her dogs were starting to bite me, she comes out, tells to dogs to go inside, looks at me & says "Oh you poor frightened boy...you're just not a dog person are you?" Needless to say, anytime someones front door was open after that, I just honked the horn.
Dieter Wolfjager |
I work at Wal-Mart as a Wireless Sales Associate (basically electronics), and we have this one reoccurring older African-American customer who comes in with the assumption that we are some type of IT or Geek Squad. Well anyways, he comes in about a week ago, and brings his laptop. The laptop that he has is a Compact with Windows XP (a bit outdated I must say). Anyways, he pulls... Read More » it out, and opens up some program that is similar to PowerPoint (I guess, the XP version?) and tells me that some guy is stealing his credit and plagiarizing the trademark "Civil Rights", which baffled my mind. He wanted me to save a copy of his document, that he opened up on his mind you, so he can sue him for copyright infringement. I just looked at him confused, and literally had to listen to him rant for half an hour (before dumping him onto another associate for another hour) about how he stole his thunder and how computers are confusing. The next day, he calls the store, and begins asking me as to why his keys aren't working, I just let out a sigh and told him to call Compact (basically dumping him onto them). Moral of the story, please learn how to use a computer and don't bring it to a retail store and expect them to fix it.
Gerry Torres |
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