Working my boring 4:30 to close shift when some skeevy looking guy comes into the store sweating bullets and mumbling things under his breath. About two seconds later the cops come rushing in chasing after him. Apparently the guy had a gun on him. They tackle him to the floor and drag him out in handcuffs. It was kind of terrifying.
I thought this kind of stuff only happened at the Woonsockett store.
Sitting in info today telling a story that required me to say “I smoked some WICKED good weed right before school”, and of course the second I did the room went silent and Mrs. Decesare gave me such a look. Awkward.
No, I will not take some intro to computer engineering class with a bunch of gangsters and soon to be drop outs. However, I will be happy to take all of the classes that you promised to and confirmed with me.
Work called me in for a couple of hours to help prepare the store for our obnoxious Labor Day Sale tomorrow. I stocked the registers, made sure everyone knew how to use the intercom/how to put people on hold and how to change the paper in the registers. I’m not sure why I needed to be the one to take care of that because last time I checked we have three managers who have nothing to to besides manage.