She said "Don't gimme no lines, and keep your hands to yourself!"
OMFG.
My first night working the backshift at WalMart included all of these (sometimes in duplicate)
- Bitchy management
- A mentally deficient man developing a crush on me
- Having to work not one, but FOUR of my own aisles
- A new not-so-lame friend
- Music by Rick James
- A creepy ass guy trying to put his hands on me not once... but FIVE TIMES
- Repeated questions about my "Accent" (ANNOYING)
- Compliments on my choice of footwear
- Being jewed out of my days off
- Being scared as shit of the cardboard baler
- Said mentally deficient man asking if he could call me "Jessica" instead of "Jessie" without me getting mad (sure)
- Newfound hate for toothpaste and denture cream
- Squaredancing in the break room with said not-so-lame friend (yee-haw)
- My mom makes good sammiches... :9
Eh... I'm not so sure about with working at night jazz. I can DO it, but that creepy guy, and the management's "Fuck you, you're my beeeetch" attitude kinda are making me side with EB. I mean, money's money, right?