Ok, Ill bite the bullet.....
I work at a gas station. Its a gasstaion that insists it doesnt have "clerks" or "cashiers", it has "ASSOCIATES"! :inquisitive:
I get paid a ludicrously low amount to deal with people who just dont care. or people who just dont know better.... which is worse I ask you?
I sell cigerettes (Nope, nothing like hearing someone say, "Im quiting today!" for the last 6 months while BUYING a pack daily.), lottery tickets to people who dont have a single thought in their head (AWESOME you mean I can complain about gas prices AND not have anything to eat while I buy 50-300 dollars worth of lotto EVERY SINGLE NIGHT?), and "beer" (And by beer I mean the equilvilance of alcoholic energy drinks, 40 oz miller "high" life, and shcitz) in un fathamable amounts to people who honestly, I dont think need them. I sell gas to people who likely shouldnt be driving (I DONT NEED TO KNOW WHERE I LIVE* TO PUMP GAS, JUST TURN THE MOTHER FUCKING PUMP ON NOW!?). (*In reference to people who cant fathom what thier FUCKING ZIPCODE IS when the pump is making sure its really their FUCKING card....)
Coffee? coffee......have you ever seen someone actually take time to THROW A PILE OF EMPTY CREAMERS NEXT TO THE TRASH CAN, Just because they are to freaking LAZY to move. 5. inches. to. the. right? I have, everyday.
And yes, ohhhhh yes do I have fun making observations of this retarded, lazy, shamefully ignorent, and just plain rude customer base.
My coworkers seem to think the running commentary and endless train of random conversations are entertaining. I just do it because someone has to.
In short, Im working in your average clerks joke. except in a much nicer store, in Wilmington NC. and without the kick ass middle of the day hockey game, although we do run out of gatorade alot.