When I worked at the office I got yelled at by people with thick Indian or Asian accents for at least half of the day. I couldn't understand half of what they were saying since it was being shouted very loudly and rapidly. When I worked at GameStop forever ago, some kids came in with a bunch of stuff to trade in one night. Missing power cords, games with no cases, etc. Did the usual procedure with that, gave them their cash and closed the shop up at the end of the night. About two hours into my shift the next morning, a squad car comes rolling up to the store and a cop gets out. I may or may not have had a bag of pot on me at the time. He starts asking if two guys came in last night wanting to sell stuff. I gave him the information he requested, and he said it was all stolen merchandise. So I gathered it up and gave it back. Almost had to go to court to describe it too! Another time, the head manager decided it wasn't a good idea to tell me that we got a new security system so when I came into open the store, I couldn't shut the alarm off. Nothing wakes you up more than having a gun pointed at you from ten feet away and an alarm blaring in your smurfing ears.
The one guy who delivers pallets for the place I work now shows up baked out of his gourd every time he's here and just hangs out with us for an hour. He gives people t-shirts and.

					
						




					
					
					
						
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 anyone who knows my temper should know what happens next. I went off, I told him that if he had all this damn money then he needed to buy a phone so he wouldn't have to use my register phone, and that he could walk his happy ass across the street to the car dealership to buy a shiny new car and to please get out of the store so I could do my job in peace... Not traumatic for me, but traumatic for the unwitting hobo.


						
					
				
						





