What's happening?
Lots. I found out a few days ago that my district manager is giving me the store that I've been training in. So after one month I am now officially the store manager of a two-story video store. Which I'm quite pleased with. And, it seems, so are the employees.
So far it's been a lot of fun. Even catching crazy criminals and dealing with some of the oddest clientele I have ever encountered. In fact, the other day I was finishing up a transaction with this woman and I thanked her and wished her a "great day" and she just stood there, motionless…
"Mam, can I help you with something else…?"
"Just a moment," she said with both hands hovering over the counter as if she were warming her hands in front of a fire. "I need to make sure I haven't forgotten anything."
"Okay…," I said cautiously.
And she stood like that for a solid minute, slowly scanning the counter for a personal item she may have laid down and then forgotten.
"Thank you," she said, then turned and left the store.
"No prob, whack-job," I said silently.
I'm evil, I know it. That'll be me in ten years and I'll totally deserve it. Karma is gonna come and bite me on the ass. But to tell you the truth, I love running into these weirdoes. I mean, these freaks totally inspire me to write whacky stories. I wonder if Stephen King ever worked in a video store….
So far it's been a lot of fun. Even catching crazy criminals and dealing with some of the oddest clientele I have ever encountered. In fact, the other day I was finishing up a transaction with this woman and I thanked her and wished her a "great day" and she just stood there, motionless…
"Mam, can I help you with something else…?"
"Just a moment," she said with both hands hovering over the counter as if she were warming her hands in front of a fire. "I need to make sure I haven't forgotten anything."
"Okay…," I said cautiously.
And she stood like that for a solid minute, slowly scanning the counter for a personal item she may have laid down and then forgotten.
"Thank you," she said, then turned and left the store.
"No prob, whack-job," I said silently.
I'm evil, I know it. That'll be me in ten years and I'll totally deserve it. Karma is gonna come and bite me on the ass. But to tell you the truth, I love running into these weirdoes. I mean, these freaks totally inspire me to write whacky stories. I wonder if Stephen King ever worked in a video store….
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