I have worked in food service, bar tending, waitress at a truck stop and other forms of retail hell for
over 20 years. I have held positions from server to customer service manager...mostly I am a glutton for punishment. Some of my career highlights include having slush puppy thrown at me for carding someone who wanted to buy cigarettes, being robbed at gunpoint, having my "non drive thru store" turned into a drive thru by a drunk customer, being robbed at knife point, having a case of water tossed at me because well...
watching an urban camper stuff cold cuts into his trousers and trying to run out of the store... yes, ever after he was called Oscar Mayer. I have deal with crazy "talkie talkie" lady, dragon lady, and every form of social miscreant known to humanity and a couple that oozed out of the river just for my enjoyment. I would be lying if I told you that I love my job....but why lie about it? I work retail because...hell I don't remember where I was going with that comment. Oh wait, do you have a reward card you want me to scan? I understand that you want to return that prepaid card you grabbed from the rack CLEARLY marked "ALL CARD SALES ARE FINAL"---how does it feel to want?
Yes, I think that my years of interacting with the public have permanently altered my brain chemistry...but where else can I get paid to be amused?


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