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    An Explosive Realization

    | St George, UT, USA | Employees, Extra Stupid, Health & Body

    (I stopped at a local gas station one day to fill my truck up. Another patron is also filling up her vehicle in the next pump. I notice an employee checking the garbage next to the pumps. This doesn’t bother me at first, until I noticed a light cigarette in her hand. My mouth is agape at first but without hesitation, confronted her.)

    Me: “Excuse me? Are you kidding me right now?!”

    Employee: *she gives me the most confusing stare* “What?”

    Me: “You have a light cigarette in your hand, right next to the gas pumps! You’re not supposed to do that. It’s dangerous!”

    Employee: *just shrugs* “Sorry. Don’t worry, though. It’s okay. I’m not even near you, anyway.”

    Me: *I scoff and give a nervous chuckle* “Okay?! Death by second hand smoke is one thing lady, but death by second hand explosion is another!”

    Other Patron: *starts to giggle loudly*

    (The employee’s face was completely red as she went back to her smoking station on the side of the building, away from the pumps. As I finished filling up and drove away, the employee gave me the biggest glare. Needless to say, I never filled up at that particular gas station ever again.)

    Been There, Sold That, Got The T-Shirt

    | Minneapolis, MN, USA | Bosses & Owners, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (I get a job via a temp agency to peddle a credit card offer for an out-of-state bank at a gas station for three separate four-hour shifts. This is my first conversation with my contact from the bank.)

    Me: “So, people are applying for a credit card for an out-of-state bank? Is there anything else they get?”

    Supervisor: “Yeah, they get an “America” t-shirt!”

    Me: “Anything else? Do they get anything else? Like a gas card or something?”

    Supervisor: “No, just the shirt.”

    Me: “It sounds to me that it would be a tough sell on a t-shirt alone.”

    Supervisor: “Yeah, but since 9/11 people will do a lot of stuff for America, so the shirt should be enough.”

    (From start to finish, the entire job is a fiasco. There is supposed to be a supervisor from the bank as well as another employee, yet neither manifest. I am told to I HAVE wear one of the t-shirts that the bank is offering despite the fact that none are in my size. Worst of all, two hours before the end of my last humiliating shift, I get a call from my contact at the bank and I relate to him my trials in trying to get people to apply for a credit card with only a shirt to offer in return.)

    Supervisor: “You mean no one’s wanting the gas card either?”

    Me: “What gas card?”

    Supervisor: “Oh, yeah, there’s a ten dollar gas card for applying. Didn’t you know?”

    Me: *now frustrated* “NO! I even asked you when I started if there was anything else! I would’ve gotten at least double the signatures if I’d known about the gas card!”

    Supervisor: “OH! Well, they get the gas card just for applying.”

    (The original goal for the bonus was fifty signatures, but they cut it down to ten, seeing as I’d had such issues. I still missed it by one signature.)

    The Price Of A Lift

    | Tucson, AZ, USA | At The Checkout, Bosses & Owners, Money

    (I have just finished working graveyard one night, when my boss offers me a ride home. When I accept, she asks if I am willing to do a favor for her.)

    Boss: “Before I take you home, I was wondering if you’d be willing to go to [Competitor] to get the price of cigarettes to price match for me? As they know me.”

    Me: “Uh, sure.”

    (We drive to the other store.)

    Boss: “Now, [My Name], just ask them and make sure they don’t think you’re from our store. The manager there knows me.”

    Me: “Not a problem.”

    (I button up my jacket to hide my work shirt and get the prices.)

    Me: “The prices were [prices].”

    Boss: “Good work, [My Name], but did you realize you took [Company]’s fountain cup in with you?”

    Didn’t Score A Perfect 100

    | VA, USA | At The Checkout, New Hires

    (I’m grabbing some cigarettes for my dad at the gas station we always go to. A guy I haven’t seen before is working.)

    Clerk: “Hi, how can I help you?”

    Me: “Hi, how are you?”

    Clerk: “Good! How are you?”

    Me: “I’m great! Can I just have a carton of [Brand] normal, not 100s, please?”

    Clerk: *grabs pack of 100s* “These?”

    Me: “No, the regular ones, please. A carton, please, not pack.”

    Clerk: *grabs for pack of regular* “Here you go.”

    Me: “Yes, those, but can I have a carton? The one with a lot of those in it?”

    Clerk: “Oh, packet!” *hands me a carton of 100s*

    Me: “…Can I have the regular ones, please? Not 100s?”

    (He starts looking around and finds some behind him. With a big smile he puts them on the counter.)

    Clerk: “Here you go!”

    (I hand him $100.)

    Clerk: *looks at his boss* “Is this legal?!”

    (I eventually get my change and head out to the car where my dad is waiting.)

    Dad: “What took so long?”

    Me: “New guy.”

    (The people there are always very nice. I hope he was just having an off day!)

    Making A Clean Start

    | GA, USA | Coworkers, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (After being hired on and trained at one gas station, the company sends me to another location on the outskirts of town to be my normal store. Immediately upon arriving, I notice how gross the station is: bugs crawling all over everything, the floor in desperate need of mopping, and a cappuccino machine that has never been cleaned. I do my best to clean what I can, but with no one else cleaning, it’s a losing battle. However, I have a light at the end of the tunnel: there’s a big inspection in one week, with the owner of the place showing up personally. I work that night, and come in excitedly to hear how badly we failed.)

    Coworker: “Hello, [My Name].”

    Me: “Hi! How did inspection go?”

    Coworker: “Oh, we got an x—” *mumbles*

    Me: *hopes rising* “An ‘X’? What does that mean?”

    Coworker: “An EX-cellent. We only got three demerits! The owner was impressed.”

    (The worst part? The cappuccino machine wasn’t even one of the demerits.)

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