I work (used to work) at a family-owned petrol station. I felt fairly lucky because I never had to work the graveyard shifts because that's when all the shit happens, like armed holdups (ahh, the irony).
My job was a huge bludge. Since the place is family owned is really rundown and hardly gets any customers. Plus it's on a one-way street, so halve the customer base again. Basically I get a customer every half hour on busy days.
That seriously ruled, because I could listen to Opeth loud on the register comp, and play SNES games and shit - and get paid for it. I couldn't complain.
Two weeks ago (not on my shift) these three drunk dudes walked in and started breaking glass and shit. The operator at the time chased them out (getting punched in the process) and called the cops. They were arrested.
Fast forward a week to my shift. I was lazing around reading the newspaper when the same fuckwits walked in. I didn't see them till they were all inside.
"Remember us fuckhead?"
I look up, thought for a second, and realised that they must be the losers who broke the glass the week before. I told them that I didn't know who they were.
"You got us arrested, and now you're fucked."
Oh shit, I'm in for it. I continued to tell them that I didn't know who they were and not to get angry. They didn't listen, and the leader dude pulled a gun.
"Like my gun? Wanna see some bullets? Gimme the fucking money!"
Fuck I thought. Quick as I could, I gave them the entire till and they ran the fuck out. I called the cops and waited, still in shock.
The cops finally arrived and we looked over the security cam footage and they asked me questions, fairly basic stuff. I went home and tried to sleep. Didn't happen.
Long story short I quit my job. Sure miss the bludging though.
My job was a huge bludge. Since the place is family owned is really rundown and hardly gets any customers. Plus it's on a one-way street, so halve the customer base again. Basically I get a customer every half hour on busy days.
That seriously ruled, because I could listen to Opeth loud on the register comp, and play SNES games and shit - and get paid for it. I couldn't complain.
Two weeks ago (not on my shift) these three drunk dudes walked in and started breaking glass and shit. The operator at the time chased them out (getting punched in the process) and called the cops. They were arrested.
Fast forward a week to my shift. I was lazing around reading the newspaper when the same fuckwits walked in. I didn't see them till they were all inside.
"Remember us fuckhead?"
I look up, thought for a second, and realised that they must be the losers who broke the glass the week before. I told them that I didn't know who they were.
"You got us arrested, and now you're fucked."
Oh shit, I'm in for it. I continued to tell them that I didn't know who they were and not to get angry. They didn't listen, and the leader dude pulled a gun.
"Like my gun? Wanna see some bullets? Gimme the fucking money!"
Fuck I thought. Quick as I could, I gave them the entire till and they ran the fuck out. I called the cops and waited, still in shock.
The cops finally arrived and we looked over the security cam footage and they asked me questions, fairly basic stuff. I went home and tried to sleep. Didn't happen.
Long story short I quit my job. Sure miss the bludging though.
