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I adore my job. I really, really do. But, oh my god, work tongight was the WORST. I had every type of bad customer you could name . . . whiny, screaming little kids, snippy parents, sour old women, people trying to haggle down prices, annoying teenagers . . . you name it. I had one kid whose parent *would not* control him, who was racing around the store and knocked the Rush Hour display over (and then began crying because his mom wouldn't buy him a bug ball after that). I had a guy who called me racist for SMILING at him.
The worst, though, was the mess. The store was DESTROYED. Usually, I take two-three long laps around the room at the top of every hour to tidy up. I took six tonight. While cleaning the family games, I reached up to adjust the Curses, because they'd been flipped backwards, and stuck my hand in someone's half eaten hamburger
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I was finally able to count the drawer at 9:30, when I should be leaving. I finished at nine forty five, because of course it was off, and I had to search the cashwrap for the missing money (found it, thank god). And then vaccuming up their muddy footprints for another fifteen minutes.
And now, MORE CLEANING.
*cries*
The worst, though, was the mess. The store was DESTROYED. Usually, I take two-three long laps around the room at the top of every hour to tidy up. I took six tonight. While cleaning the family games, I reached up to adjust the Curses, because they'd been flipped backwards, and stuck my hand in someone's half eaten hamburger
ajkdgsdkfgbdwk;gbwe978ty34 WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE
I was finally able to count the drawer at 9:30, when I should be leaving. I finished at nine forty five, because of course it was off, and I had to search the cashwrap for the missing money (found it, thank god). And then vaccuming up their muddy footprints for another fifteen minutes.
And now, MORE CLEANING.
*cries*