"So, how has the holiday week been treating you?" Adley asked as Nadia sluggishly carried herself around the mall break-room with a cup of coffee in her hand.
"Uuugh." Nadia groaned. "Let me tell you something. Someone's grandma threatened to melt my face because I couldn't tell her which store sells Sportnite skins, there was an 4-person fight in the tech store, some teens tried to steal the styrofoam snowman, a little boy called me a terrorist because I wouldn't let him swing on the tinsel, someone stole 37 vinyl figurines from the hobby shop... and 2 little girls won't stop trying to molest the friggin Santa."
"Uhh--" Adley stifled some laughter.
"Also, someone tried to steal the fake presents under the huge Christmas tree and then tried to get me in trouble because there wasn't anything in the boxes. How are you?"
Beanbag rounds, one or two hits from those and most problem customers would be running, that way you don't have to deal with the drool from when they are knocked out.
Beanbag rounds, one or two hits from those and most problem customers would be running, that way you
I know that feeling. Night Shift is a pain in the ass, and I have to work the night of the 23rd into the 24th. And I load steel trucks. I'm gonna be fucking beat on Christmas Eve.
I know that feeling. Night Shift is a pain in the ass, and I have to work the night of the 23rd into
I've carefully tried to avoid working retail for just this reason. I can only stand so much.
My last couple of jobs have been catering more to businesses - counting inventory (thankfully dead at Christmas, but come January, all Hell breaks loose) or providing technical support for point-of-sale systems (the idiotic customer quotient is thankfully lower, but the problem becomes dealing with the exact same idiots every time!)
I've carefully tried to avoid working retail for just this reason. I can only stand so much. My las
