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Originally Posted by truncated
My first job was working at a card shop, which wasn't bad, despite the fact that I ABHOR greeting cards - it was family-owned, so it was very tight-knit and laid back. However, I encountered a few unpleasantries during my employ there:
- Got robbed of a candy machine by a homeless man
- Had a man flop his dick out on the counter while paying for his cards
- Set a deaf girl's hair on fire
- Set the carpet on fire
- Got a very believable bomb threat from a cross-dressing schizophrenic (really, he was schizophrenic) in bike shorts named Juan
- Caught a guy jerking off into the gift bags, and had to clean it up
- Endured the Beanie Baby craze, during which a customer, irate over not getting one of the new releases, threw a flaming Beanie Baby-adorned brick through the plate glass window
But the pay was alright, and there was no dress code.
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oh man! well i think that any job that involves coming into contact with the general public involves meeting some serioulsy messed up people.
working at the cinema in leeds involved plenty of this. you would be suprised a the sheer amount of sex that happens in a cinema, and guess who was the poor guy who had to clean up!