Shops and SupermarketsI used to work in a supermarket where the girl on the deli counter cut off the top of her finger in the meat slicer, but was made to finish her shift before going to hospital. You can now pay £100 to shoot zombies in the store's empty shell, haunted by poor dead nine-finger deli girl. Tell us your tales of the old retail experience, from either side of the counter
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 10 May 2012, 13:50)
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ThreshersI loved that job, despite the derisory wages, long hours and drunk/violent/cuntish clientelle. Mainly because we had a great team of staff, including a manager on Christmas eve said "help yourself to anything except spirits!" About 5 cans of Gold Label later I spent my shift serving 3 identical customers.
Then the head office had a great idea of making us work solo. Not only did it destroy staff morale (looking after a shop for ten hours alone is soul destroying) the local criminals got wind of it and we were robbed and shoplifted almost daily.
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h3donist tryin' to play me out as if my name is Sega.., Fri 11 May 2012, 13:16,
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Gold LabelUrrrgh. That stuff is disgusting.
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it was ok with a little lemonade but my god it was a quick and cheap way of getting off your face(
h3donist tryin' to play me out as if my name is Sega.., Fri 11 May 2012, 13:32,
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10 hours alone? Sounds down right illegal in terms of breaks and so on as well! Not just lone worker in a high risk situation... bloody morons!
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Alex Save a Tree, Eat a Beaver!, Sun 13 May 2012, 14:29,
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Don't you love decisions from on high?I get paid minimum wage, so £6.08 an hour? Then once a month or so the regional boss dude swans in, pretends he knows who I am whilst not even looking at me and critiques the fact that our (mostly glass-fronted) shop front isn't sparkling clean.
No, it's not, my friend. Deal with it. We work in a DIY store. I spent two hours cleaning windows with a dodgy jay cloth and substandard glass cleaner two days before you arrived. In those two days, it has been raining in the car park. This sends building sand sludge across the bottoms of the windows, and the wind blows leaves from the surrounding trees to collect in nooks and crannies. I am not God, I cannot stop it raining or blowing a gale. Most of the time I'm indoors serving customers. Pay me more, Mr. I'm-on-54k-PA, and I might give a shit about your not-Kim-and-Aggie-quality windows.
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Bats, Mon 14 May 2012, 6:19,
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just reconcile yourself with the fact that even on his salary, with his fancy job title, his working day is spent checking whether a DIY store has clean windows.
He just got lucky.
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