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So, I now have a job. *Yay* It's at a local "Thank Heaven this place is open 24 hours." The boss, his daughter (a manager) and the people I worked with so far (first shift today) are all fun and nice, and the boss completely and totally understands that while I work there I am going to be looking for (his words not mine) a "real job."
So he knows that my time there is going to be limited but still hired me anyway.
Here are the two things that stood out on my first shift;
Called it.
We have to card people for cigarettes and chew. The first person I carded - he wanted two tins of chew - got a panicked look on his face, then said "Oh I left it in my car." He then wandered out, talked to his friend parked near by in a nice Cadillac (WTF) and went over to his car and took about 5 minutes rummaging all through the place.
Coworker: I don't get why people don't bring their IDs if they want age restricted stuff.
Me: Bet he's too young, know he's caught, and wants to get away.
Yup. He and his friend drive off and never came back for the rest of the shift.
*giggle* Thanks
Working along, then tall gentlemen comes in and I sell him scratch tickets.
Customer: You look too young to be behind the register!
Me: *blink* I'm 23.
Customer: !! Well you don't look twenty-three!
Me:
Thanks. Have a nice day.
I'm going to like working here, I can tell.
So he knows that my time there is going to be limited but still hired me anyway.
Here are the two things that stood out on my first shift;
Called it.
We have to card people for cigarettes and chew. The first person I carded - he wanted two tins of chew - got a panicked look on his face, then said "Oh I left it in my car." He then wandered out, talked to his friend parked near by in a nice Cadillac (WTF) and went over to his car and took about 5 minutes rummaging all through the place.
Coworker: I don't get why people don't bring their IDs if they want age restricted stuff.
Me: Bet he's too young, know he's caught, and wants to get away.
Yup. He and his friend drive off and never came back for the rest of the shift.
*giggle* Thanks
Working along, then tall gentlemen comes in and I sell him scratch tickets.
Customer: You look too young to be behind the register!
Me: *blink* I'm 23.
Customer: !! Well you don't look twenty-three!
Me:
Thanks. Have a nice day. I'm going to like working here, I can tell.