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Most of this started on a Sunday April 27th, 2008. I was at the grocery store doing my job, cashier. I was having a normal day, having my usual fun, joking with the customers, which enjoy it lots. I was all good, until this one customer.

 I rang up his items, and checked it threw. "$12.19" I said. He handed me a hundred, like most customers do, so for fun I said. "Aww, a hundred, you're going to make me count this back to you aren't you." (Store makes cashiers count money back from $70 and up). The man sighed loudly and handed me a twenty and said, "Uh! Nobody is letting me cash this in!" of course he was mad.

 I was ready to put the hundred in the drawer when he handed me the twenty. I felt bad, because I didn't mean to make it sound that way. My manager, standing beside me apologized for me. How was I supposed to know the mad had a chip on his shoulder when he came in?!

 Later my manager talked to me and said. "You can't joke around with the customers." Later she said, "You can't have a bad attitude behind this counter." I was fed up with this crap. I told her "I don't care anymore; they can fire me for all I care." I didn't mean it, and she knew I didn’t mean it, she was my friend.

For anyone who knows the other side of this story from that customer, you hurt me more than I hurt you! I almost cried that day, but I had to stay strong to finish my day!

Part 2:

 Not much more than two days later, April 29th, 2008. At five I left to work. I helped out bagging the groceries like normal, when the big boss or what I call her, the 'ultimate manager' called me up to the upper area box office. I knew what it was about.

Later after bagging, I went up stairs. "Do you know what this is about?" she asked.

"If it's about the hundred dollar bill than yes." I answered.

“Yes that, and I've been hearing other complaints about hot dogs and calling C*** names." she said. I wasn't sure about what she meant about the hot dogs, and the name-calling, what was that?!

 She said, "Some name, turd burglar???" she said. Yes I have called C*** that name before, but that was months ago (WE are work friends, he didn’t care about that he brought it up not too long ago), and why was she brining this up now??! I told her that was a long time ago(more than three months), but apparently it was in front of a customer...

Later I remembered what she meant about the hot dogs. Yes, it was true, I had told and older lady about a good deal of Oscar wieners at another store, I told her not to tell because I might get fired. I was helping her out! How the F@#!& did my manager find out?! The old lady must have told. Is this what I get for helping out?! So if you are falling off a cliff, should I help you, or are you going to stab me in the back if I do?

So now I can't have fun, I can't help anyone, I can't trust anyone, work is going to hell, people are ratting everyone out, stabbing everyone in the back. And me, an innocent kid, don't drink, don't smoke, don't have sex (until married), I am a Christian... what else do I need to say. Basically everyone at work is at war. It is hard to trust your friends, your allies. Every one of us 'good' people wants to quit, but we are stuck between a rock and a hard place. If I can, I will quit this job, F@&#%$ the 2 week notice, they don't need it, they don't deserve it.

Do you think I deserve this shit, what is your opinion, comment on any thing? Why is this world going to hell, what do you think I should do. Hell, if I didn’t have a future that I desperately wanted to do, I would kill my self, yes it is that bad, bad enough to give me a stress headache after I was perfectly fine before I came to work. (By the way friends, I won’t kill my self! Don’t bother me about it, don’t even joke about it.) TRUE STORY!!! REAL PEOPLE!!! LIFE SUX!!!

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