I vent all the time either here or on my blog.
Since working at the store, everything else seems tame. I get the ones who come in their pyjamas and bare feet.The druggies buying, but mainly trying to steal alluminium foil and pan scrubbers.
The alcoholics dead drunk at 10.00am who mainly just want to steal so I have to follow them all over the store.
The guy who I caught stealing steak who when I told him where to go, went outside and in full view of everyone urinated into the cigarette ashtray thingy.
Oh not to mention the opened condom on the condiments aisle,(yes it really was) which I am assured was used for drugs, oh well that makes it O.K then.
The people who open up the meat bundles, no matter how we seal them, then put in extras. Even after sealing we now have to open them at the register, amidst much protestation about how they would never steal anything. Then lo and behold 4 extra new york strips. Oh said the guy, the manager said that was the deal this week.Curious say I, because I am the owner and that is NOT the deal. Perhaps you would like to point out who said that to you.
Silence, followed by exit stage left.
The people, and this is heartbreaking, who pay a $5 bill with all nickels and dimes. They always seem to be in when there is a queue, so I have to try and count it all out. Normally I give up and just say I am sure it's all there.
The people with insufficient funds, who I have to void off one thing at a time until there is a low enough balance for their card.
I am finding some of the work, infuriating, some disgusting and some just plain heart breaking. Particularly the older gentlemen who have never had foof stamps in their lives and gave lost all their 401 K"s and are so humiliated. I could cry for them.