working full time at giordano has done many things to me...
1. its drained all my energy
2. i do not care about most things any more
3. my patience is paper thin
some customers give me the biggest shits ever....
they open like 10000 shirts to just buy one $5 top...
i offer them some help to find a size yet they go no thank you ill find it myself and mess ur recntly nicely folded pile...
people take buying a shirt for $10 like buying a new home...
god dam there are some cheap mutha fuckin ppl in this world... 99% of ppl are stingy fucks who only want "sale" items which rip up my average dollar to shreds
asians and curries (i know im generalizsing but 95% are) are the worst... i have too many stories to tell but they are all along the same as...
i see them messing up a table big time.. so i go to help
them: how much?
me: $10 each
them: if i buy 2?
me: $20
them: ill give fifteen dolla ( in a fobby accent)
me: no i cant... store policy
them: come on i give fifteen dolla now!
me: sorry i cnat do that ill get fired if i do
they mess up the table some more and just walk out... man i wanna kill them
p.s ill be workin at giordano george street, the one next to the cinemas.. come visit me some time and relieve my stress :)
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