Thrift Store Hell #3
Now today we'll be talking about a ******** who worked with me. I actually worked with two people of this body type, but we're only gonna cover Josh for now. Josh started working with me about a month after I started, but holy **** . Even for a day one employee Josh was trash.
>March evening, been working a few hours, about halfway through my shift.
>Josh decided not to come in today, so I get his area as well. I have men's department and miscellaneous.
>The fatty finally shows up, apparently stuck in traffic.
>I know better, he had been talking about not wanting to miss some highschool game.
>So he goes to his area and throws a fit. I hadn't been doing a great job keeping up on mens.
>Busy day, plus it's not even my area.
>He whines to the manager and she swaps us. Now I have mens only. The much harder area most days.
>Come the end of the night I've finally made it look nice, took **** off the floor, hung stuff up, ya know, retail **** .
>But Josh has somehow let his new area go to **** .
> **** , you had one job, and only half a shift to keep it clean.
>It wasn't even that busy.
>And again, he complains.
>Says if I had kept it looking nice to begin with he'd have been able to keep up.
>No, I'm not having that.
>"Maybe if you'd stop shoving food down your porkhole you'd get some ******* work done."
>Now Josh has had a history in his few weeks of eating while on shift. Which we're not supposed to be doing.
>I didn't even know if he had been that day, I was just mad.
>"Don't talk to me like that, I have an eating disorder!" He spews, chins fluttering in the wind like a windsock from resident evil.
>"Okay prove it. Turn out your pockets. Let's see."
>He refuses but at this point our night manager gets involved and asks him to, seeing as he'd been caught doing it before.
> ****** finally does, out falls like, eight twinkie wrappers.
> ***** , where the hell were you even keeping those.
>Josh gets a written warning this time, and for now the beast was slain.
I've got more stories about Josh, but next time I want to cover the types of customers we get, and how they made me a racist.
>March evening, been working a few hours, about halfway through my shift.
>Josh decided not to come in today, so I get his area as well. I have men's department and miscellaneous.
>The fatty finally shows up, apparently stuck in traffic.
>I know better, he had been talking about not wanting to miss some highschool game.
>So he goes to his area and throws a fit. I hadn't been doing a great job keeping up on mens.
>Busy day, plus it's not even my area.
>He whines to the manager and she swaps us. Now I have mens only. The much harder area most days.
>Come the end of the night I've finally made it look nice, took **** off the floor, hung stuff up, ya know, retail **** .
>But Josh has somehow let his new area go to **** .
> **** , you had one job, and only half a shift to keep it clean.
>It wasn't even that busy.
>And again, he complains.
>Says if I had kept it looking nice to begin with he'd have been able to keep up.
>No, I'm not having that.
>"Maybe if you'd stop shoving food down your porkhole you'd get some ******* work done."
>Now Josh has had a history in his few weeks of eating while on shift. Which we're not supposed to be doing.
>I didn't even know if he had been that day, I was just mad.
>"Don't talk to me like that, I have an eating disorder!" He spews, chins fluttering in the wind like a windsock from resident evil.
>"Okay prove it. Turn out your pockets. Let's see."
>He refuses but at this point our night manager gets involved and asks him to, seeing as he'd been caught doing it before.
> ****** finally does, out falls like, eight twinkie wrappers.
> ***** , where the hell were you even keeping those.
>Josh gets a written warning this time, and for now the beast was slain.
I've got more stories about Josh, but next time I want to cover the types of customers we get, and how they made me a racist.
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