GOD! Eventful night to say the least. I shall tell small parts and big parts.
Kirsty was asking all the guys to "please buy me this movie" by trying to be all cute and shit. I told her that I was not her sugar daddy, and that I wouldn't even sell it to her because it's rated R and she is only 15.
George came in! Fucking exciting.
Some rather large boys returned a movie with drugs inside. Darren was freaking out and called our manager for details on what he should do with it. The rather large boys came back and flat out asked can we have our drugs back, and Darren, without hesitation, gave them back in fear for his life and well being.
Then, the little bastard kid came back. I watched him like a hawk. His larger friend watched me watch him. Before now I never really considered him a threat but now I do. And boy 3 came in. So I had to watch 3 boys to make sure they were not stealing. We got this massive influx of people at 10:30, which is just stupid because they've had 13 and a half hours to shop for movies - why now? Darren then confronted the boys and asked them if they needed help, and when they didn't, directed them to the door. The little one jumped through the security sensor so Darren called him back to come through it again and he wouldn't, so he made him lift up his shirt. No stealing this time, but we were fearful, as I read in the paper earlier today of a guy who was bashed almost to his death not 100 meters across the road. The situation was that a group of people were harrasing his wife and when he asked them to show the lady some respect, they left and promised they'd be back. So, not long after, they got blindsided by 14 people and the guy is seriously lucky to be alive. And as we looked out the window we could see a car of people standing outside as if they were waiting for us.
So we're shit scared to take the rubbish out. We're looking for weapons. I take this spike and Darren has this award that our store won which is a big thick heavy blunt object. No sign of them. Still afraid when we leave, I took the spike home with me. I'll take it back tomorrow. This job is detrimental to my happiness! I am no babysitter. I am no security guard. I am a small, small, unintimidating boy, who no one is afraid of, and not even my superior intellect could get me out of a group bashing. I think that The Rage In Placid Lake proved that that method never works.
Although on a side note, it actually did work for me once. At my school's graduation party, a past student had crashed our party and was acting like an ass. I didn't take a liking to it so I told him so. So here he is, wanting to start some shit. Luckilly, he was drunk enough for my friends to be able to talk him in to thinking that HE was saying shit about me, and he appologised. Frickin' IDIOT.
Kirsty was asking all the guys to "please buy me this movie" by trying to be all cute and shit. I told her that I was not her sugar daddy, and that I wouldn't even sell it to her because it's rated R and she is only 15.
George came in! Fucking exciting.
Some rather large boys returned a movie with drugs inside. Darren was freaking out and called our manager for details on what he should do with it. The rather large boys came back and flat out asked can we have our drugs back, and Darren, without hesitation, gave them back in fear for his life and well being.
Then, the little bastard kid came back. I watched him like a hawk. His larger friend watched me watch him. Before now I never really considered him a threat but now I do. And boy 3 came in. So I had to watch 3 boys to make sure they were not stealing. We got this massive influx of people at 10:30, which is just stupid because they've had 13 and a half hours to shop for movies - why now? Darren then confronted the boys and asked them if they needed help, and when they didn't, directed them to the door. The little one jumped through the security sensor so Darren called him back to come through it again and he wouldn't, so he made him lift up his shirt. No stealing this time, but we were fearful, as I read in the paper earlier today of a guy who was bashed almost to his death not 100 meters across the road. The situation was that a group of people were harrasing his wife and when he asked them to show the lady some respect, they left and promised they'd be back. So, not long after, they got blindsided by 14 people and the guy is seriously lucky to be alive. And as we looked out the window we could see a car of people standing outside as if they were waiting for us.
So we're shit scared to take the rubbish out. We're looking for weapons. I take this spike and Darren has this award that our store won which is a big thick heavy blunt object. No sign of them. Still afraid when we leave, I took the spike home with me. I'll take it back tomorrow. This job is detrimental to my happiness! I am no babysitter. I am no security guard. I am a small, small, unintimidating boy, who no one is afraid of, and not even my superior intellect could get me out of a group bashing. I think that The Rage In Placid Lake proved that that method never works.
Although on a side note, it actually did work for me once. At my school's graduation party, a past student had crashed our party and was acting like an ass. I didn't take a liking to it so I told him so. So here he is, wanting to start some shit. Luckilly, he was drunk enough for my friends to be able to talk him in to thinking that HE was saying shit about me, and he appologised. Frickin' IDIOT.
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kebabski:
poor you. yeah i get the same, being all working in a pub and all. i hate the stupidness of the world that smart scrawny ppl (ie me, perhaps you) have to put up with the shit dealt out by the large and stupid. its like we're still in the dark ages. add to that the threat of rape and you have a night at my job.
kebabski:
verbally sexually assaulted like, with her mouth? being a guy, wouldn't you love that long time?