AWKWARD ZOMBIE

So a while ago, when I was on closing shift, there was this guy who came through my line. It looked like he had all of his belongings in the cart in front of him, wrapped up in dirty plastic bags and backpacks. He never said a word the entire time, although he grunted once or twice and was constantly making wide, aggressive gestures. I waited for him to start putting things up on the counter before I turned the register on (we're constantly timed whenever we're logged in, so it's kind of a numbers thing), but he was apparently waiting for me to turn on the register. I went around to try and grab the groceries that he had gotten, and as soon as I touched something, he grabbed my arm until I dropped it. He then waited for me to turn the register on. I did. He wouldn't put it on the counter, so I wondered if letting him hand it to me was okay. Just about shanked me with a pork roast before I stepped back and he ran things over the scanner himself.
He then paid for everything, and started to go on his way. By this point, Hunter (best coworker, if you recall) had figured out something was off, so he was kind of playing bodyguard. The guy then came back to the checkstand (we were closed at this point) and started gesturing something that we couldn't figure out. We tried talking. He just flailed some more. And he kept coming back to the checkstand. Hunter finally managed to get him outside, but the guy just waited next to the door. As I started to leave after clocking out, the guy began following me, so Hunter decided to walk me out to my car. The guy finally left, and I think he ended up stealing that cart that he had his stuff in.


he came back tonight. And he kept doing the exact same thing he had done before. Except this time, no Hunter. So I just explained that until he could find some way to communicate, I was unable to help him. Then, between Mayra (the other checker) and I, we were able to get him out of the store by sort of backing him out.

The dudes at the employment office near here once told me about this girl who worked at the summer fair. She managed to trip into and fall arms first into the deep fryer. The deep fryer is like 300* F so her coworker gets her some cream for her arms. Except for whatever reason they didn't realize it was actually vaseline, which actually contained the heat in her arms. They called the hospital after that and the doctors had to scrape the vaseline off, with much of the skin coming off.

I don't know why they told me this.

It's not what the Vaseline is made of. Petroleum jelly keeps heat contained, which makes it a VERY bad choice for burns.

that was actually a very bad typo on my end.

I'm actually a cashier at Target, Tax-Free weekend was a complete and total bitch.

Also, how can there be people out there who don't know how to use a credit/debit card machine? You slide your goddamn card through and follow the words, it isn't complicated.

I work at a non-profit organisation for $50 a week. :U It's terrible pay, but eh. I see a lot of my friends=

IT at a subsidiary of intel

it's boring and i'm doing grunt work but it beats flipping burgers

driver.

I fletch arrows for crossbows for a major crossbow company.

Riku if I had your job, I swear I'd have killed someone by now.

The best part of working for the government(other than above-average pay) is learning lots of new engineering jokes.

I've gotta say, for the most part, my employment history has not been anything horrific. However, my last job was pretty shitty.

I worked in the kitchen at a restaurant my Dad was doing a consulting thing with doing some minor prep cooking and dishwashing. He helps get businesses off the ground, basically. However, the people he was involved with did not listen at all. I expect their business will be closed shortly but that's an aside. The guy running the kitchen has serious problems with the head chef for whatever reason. He informed the head chef that he would fire each and every one of us and replace us with two mexicans who would do the work faster and cheaper. Then after getting us through the busiest weekend we had ever seen, he fired the head chef just because he didn't like him. I quit shortly thereafter as the head chef was a personal friend.

Oh, they also had this awesome habit of paying us late, sometimes by days. After I quit, I would come in and just refuse to leave until they paid me.

At my last (and only sigh) job, I worked in a tea shop, run by a Chinese brother and sister. Their mother ran an apocathery in the back.

One time I was cutting up labels for the tea canisters and she came over after I had finished she told me I did everything wrong and took them from, then redid the whole thing. I felt bad

Today, I did it. I quit my job dressed as a WW1 Prussian infantryman.

Got arrested and then set free without charges. But God, the look on my manager's face and her confused stuttering was priceless.

why were you arrested? is wearing a WW1 uniform illegal now?