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dnsmonster · 11-26-2002, 11:52 PM

First off I definetly can't beat cleaning up after old people.

My worst job would be a drugstore. I worked the register and stocked shit. You'd think it'd be easy but the damn place was in the "old money" area of NJ and all those rich fucks gave me so much hell I had to grind my teeth so I wouldn't say anything nasty. If you have seen "Clerks", quadruple that experience.

Every Italian guy (which there was plenty of) acted like he was made. God forbid you make a mistake reading his last name off the prescription label. "You think that's funny? How the fuck am I funny? Am I a fucking clown? Do I amuse you?"

Every old fart that pulled an oxygen tank behind them smoked the most fucked up cigarettes. We're talking 2-3 packs per day. They'd walk right outside the store and insert those cigarettes in a blow-off valve thingy in their freaking throats. They would also dare to ask for rainchecks if their kind of cigarettes were not in stock.

I lasted for about a month. They made me work on Christmas Eve and then I got screamed at by the manager for being $1.36 cents short. I replaced the holiday tape in a singning Christmas tree (one of those scary toys with moving eyes that sings when you get close) with the one of The Ramones and glued the lid with Krazyglue. Gave my 5 minute notice and I was out of there. Two weeks later I received my second paycheck for 40-something dollars.

11-26-2002, 11:52 PM
dnsmonster Confirmed User Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: A warm place. Posts: 634	First off I definetly can't beat cleaning up after old people. My worst job would be a drugstore. I worked the register and stocked shit. You'd think it'd be easy but the damn place was in the "old money" area of NJ and all those rich fucks gave me so much hell I had to grind my teeth so I wouldn't say anything nasty. If you have seen "Clerks", quadruple that experience. Every Italian guy (which there was plenty of) acted like he was made. God forbid you make a mistake reading his last name off the prescription label. "You think that's funny? How the fuck am I funny? Am I a fucking clown? Do I amuse you?" Every old fart that pulled an oxygen tank behind them smoked the most fucked up cigarettes. We're talking 2-3 packs per day. They'd walk right outside the store and insert those cigarettes in a blow-off valve thingy in their freaking throats. They would also dare to ask for rainchecks if their kind of cigarettes were not in stock. I lasted for about a month. They made me work on Christmas Eve and then I got screamed at by the manager for being $1.36 cents short. I replaced the holiday tape in a singning Christmas tree (one of those scary toys with moving eyes that sings when you get close) with the one of The Ramones and glued the lid with Krazyglue. Gave my 5 minute notice and I was out of there. Two weeks later I received my second paycheck for 40-something dollars. __________________ I couldn't possibly know what I'm talking about, I'm completely, absolutely and definitively out of my fucking mind.