Fellow associate, Penny, wanted to go visit her daughter at the airport today so I got called in to cover her shift, which I didn't really mind doing because guess what suckers?! I got a raise yesterday! Hours=Money!
Near the end of my shift, and consequently during a rather intense punchy/giggly fit that was induced by a really shallow fatty comment that, come to think of it, wasn't really all that funny but did induce the desire in me to purchase tuna fish after clocking out, I did something terribly wrong. And that thing was chase a customer around the vestibule with an Oreck vacuum cleaner.
Yes, it's true. I've gone off the deep end. But it just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. I told my supervisor what I'd done. She looked at me and my somber, reserved and remorseful facial expression and burst out laughing. Then she sold me my cigarettes and told me to get the hell out of her store in between bits of giggle.
My work there for the day is done. Oh, but I'll be back tomorrow to put the fear of clean back into another rumply customer. Yes. I. will.
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