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When I used to work retail I couldn't figure out some of the customers. They were there as much as I was and almost as long. Don't they have lives? At least I was getting paid to be there.
Another retail peeve was the customers that walk in five minutes before we close and want to know about all of the computers, printers, or something else. We're closing can't you buy it tomorrow? I understand if you need ink or paper or something right now. But don't you hear the annoucements that we're closing in 5 minutes.
If I can help it I'll never work retail again. Now the only thing that really bothers me is the fridge at work. There's always something that's about ready to bite me when I open the door. And nobody knows what it is/was or whose it is.
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