Funnily enough, my bf can't stand 1/2 of the people in his company. They piss him off on the regular and is always making someone do push ups.
I loathed working in retail. -loathed- it. I was working in Wal Mart back in domestics (bedding and junk), but also had to go back and cut fabric on the regular. So I'm minding my own business, re-folding every single towel 'cuz that's all I was allowed to do 'cuz I was preggo and someone starts banging on the bell in fabrics. So I go back there and this woman gets a couple yards of fabric and a couple yards of some trim. The fabric we give an extra inch or 3 depending on how crooked/jacked off the end is, but we don't on trim 'cuz it's trim. It's impossible to screw up.
The woman (who's Ethiopian, btw and the Ehtiopians over there are -rude-) goes "You supposed to give me like 2 extra inches on dat" and I'm like "....No? The fabric, yes. Trim, no." and she's like "You must be new hea" and I'm all "... I've been here for 6 months. I cannot give you extra trim just because you think we're supposed to do that. It's theft and I could lose my job."
So she rolls her eyes, wanders over to the pre-packaged trim and goes "Can I open dis?". And I nearly lose it. "No ma'am. Opening things in the store that aren't already paid for is against store policy." .. She wasn't too happy with me that night.





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