Alright ... I'm sorry, I am going to be brief here, If I start getting into detail i'll get more angry. As you all know, today was boxing day. I got to work 3-10 at a coffee shop, relatively away from any malls or retail stores, so i figured I was safe. What I didn't know was there were a bunch of punk bands playing at a bar around the corner. This means TONS of little punk kids. I am only 15 myself, but I always make sure to be considerate, it disgusted my what I saw today coming from my generation of kids.
The Girls
First off, there are these girls who are 2 years younger than me, they always come into work and bug me and hit on me as a joke. It wouldn't be bad if it was just like, little stuff, but they are horrible. They yell my name, run around, bug customers, and tons more. The problem is, I don't have the heart to kick a bunch of 13 year old girls out. So, they came in around 8:30. Immediately they began bugging me. Just got worse. They finally left around 9:15. After they got home (I know the one lives about 5 minutes away since she told me to come visit her some time ... ((yeah, like that'll happen))) They began phoning me constantly from them asking for me. Finally my co-worker told them off and they stopped.
The Punk kids.
Starting from about 5, there were numerous college students coming in and out. They weren't being bad, so I didn't care. (I later found out the first group of 8 was actually one of the bands playing) More and more kids started coming in, but again, it wasn't too bad ... yet. Around 8:45 all hell breaks loose, 15 high school kids come in all demanding dough-nuts etc (All of whom are ripped and drunk beyond what anyone should be) Then we serve em all only to see about 10 more college students coming in. They all start wrecking up the place, throwing stuff at each other etc. It kept getting worse and worse. Because we close at 10, we have to throw our dough-nuts out around 9. So at 9 they began yelling at us for it and demanding it for free and all that. Finally, after this goes on,it dies down. There are 2 girls sitting there, so I alert them we're closing the doors and thus we have to ask them to leave. They do so without hassle. I lock the doors and go to mop up the place. I hear giggling coming from the washroom. I alert those in there we locked the doors and to come out with me so I can let them out. These two girls, who can't be older that 16 come out giggling, barely able to walk with eyes as red as Santa's hat. I get to the door to let them out and the first group of 15 are back, all yelling "LET US IN Mizzikiel, LET US IN!!!" and trying to get in. I tell them I cannot and we're closed and the girls start saying "Yeah, you can't come in here" which only aggrivates them, thinking I let them in. I unlock the door quickly trying to get them out, but one of the teens grabs the door. They keep saying "Come on Mizzikiel, please let me in" and I was like no (BTW, I figure I should mention this, they only know my name due to nametag, I didn't know any) One begins pushing me, so I just was like NO and then locked the door as quick as I could. My co-worker was terrified, but even though she is 19, she is very small (not even 5'), so she couldn't do anything other than call the cops (which she was ready to do if anything happened) Upon going and getting the mop bucket again, they all begin hitting the windows and doors yelling for me to let them in. My co-worker went to the back and called her boyfriend asking him to come ASAP. (Her boyfriend is gigantic, and I mean that purely from a muscles standpoint). They finally leave after about 5 minutes. I finished moping and we went outside since our rides were there. As I went to toss in the final garbage into the dumpster, a big van pulls up. The man asks if it is ## Made-up rd. I say yes, he asks if I ordered a pizza, I said no. But I told him where to go and I knew who did, so hopefully he found them.
Therefore, I've decided through this that my generation doesn't deserve to procreate minus about 5%. This coupled with the girls who kept trying to get my attention got me to the point where I was shaking and using every bit of myself not to freak out.
This is also why I hate my job at times.
(I also promise I did not exaggerate or lie for any of this.)
Cliffnotes:
... Wow, this was not "brief" by any means ... One I get writing I can't stop.
The Girls
First off, there are these girls who are 2 years younger than me, they always come into work and bug me and hit on me as a joke. It wouldn't be bad if it was just like, little stuff, but they are horrible. They yell my name, run around, bug customers, and tons more. The problem is, I don't have the heart to kick a bunch of 13 year old girls out. So, they came in around 8:30. Immediately they began bugging me. Just got worse. They finally left around 9:15. After they got home (I know the one lives about 5 minutes away since she told me to come visit her some time ... ((yeah, like that'll happen))) They began phoning me constantly from them asking for me. Finally my co-worker told them off and they stopped.
The Punk kids.
Starting from about 5, there were numerous college students coming in and out. They weren't being bad, so I didn't care. (I later found out the first group of 8 was actually one of the bands playing) More and more kids started coming in, but again, it wasn't too bad ... yet. Around 8:45 all hell breaks loose, 15 high school kids come in all demanding dough-nuts etc (All of whom are ripped and drunk beyond what anyone should be) Then we serve em all only to see about 10 more college students coming in. They all start wrecking up the place, throwing stuff at each other etc. It kept getting worse and worse. Because we close at 10, we have to throw our dough-nuts out around 9. So at 9 they began yelling at us for it and demanding it for free and all that. Finally, after this goes on,it dies down. There are 2 girls sitting there, so I alert them we're closing the doors and thus we have to ask them to leave. They do so without hassle. I lock the doors and go to mop up the place. I hear giggling coming from the washroom. I alert those in there we locked the doors and to come out with me so I can let them out. These two girls, who can't be older that 16 come out giggling, barely able to walk with eyes as red as Santa's hat. I get to the door to let them out and the first group of 15 are back, all yelling "LET US IN Mizzikiel, LET US IN!!!" and trying to get in. I tell them I cannot and we're closed and the girls start saying "Yeah, you can't come in here" which only aggrivates them, thinking I let them in. I unlock the door quickly trying to get them out, but one of the teens grabs the door. They keep saying "Come on Mizzikiel, please let me in" and I was like no (BTW, I figure I should mention this, they only know my name due to nametag, I didn't know any) One begins pushing me, so I just was like NO and then locked the door as quick as I could. My co-worker was terrified, but even though she is 19, she is very small (not even 5'), so she couldn't do anything other than call the cops (which she was ready to do if anything happened) Upon going and getting the mop bucket again, they all begin hitting the windows and doors yelling for me to let them in. My co-worker went to the back and called her boyfriend asking him to come ASAP. (Her boyfriend is gigantic, and I mean that purely from a muscles standpoint). They finally leave after about 5 minutes. I finished moping and we went outside since our rides were there. As I went to toss in the final garbage into the dumpster, a big van pulls up. The man asks if it is ## Made-up rd. I say yes, he asks if I ordered a pizza, I said no. But I told him where to go and I knew who did, so hopefully he found them.
Therefore, I've decided through this that my generation doesn't deserve to procreate minus about 5%. This coupled with the girls who kept trying to get my attention got me to the point where I was shaking and using every bit of myself not to freak out.
This is also why I hate my job at times.
(I also promise I did not exaggerate or lie for any of this.)
Cliffnotes:
- Annoying girls come in, act annoying trying to get my attention
- Punk kids come, cause ruckus, mess the place us
- Try to rush me to let them in after we close
- Decided my generation shouldn't be allowed to procreate
... Wow, this was not "brief" by any means ... One I get writing I can't stop.
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