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I had a part time job in high school working in the stock room of a very busy shoe shop. It was terrible, I would be running about with a radio in one hand and pen and paper in the other trying to write down the numbers of shoes everyone kept shouting to me. I was usually left on my own so it was even worse. I packed it in after a few weeks after one girl started shouting at me for not getting her shoes, even though I had shouted across the radio three times that we were out of stock.
It wasn't worth the grief from everyone with the money I was getting anyway.
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