Tonight was almost my breaking point.
First, I had a dude come in drinking a beer. He threw a fit when I told him he couldn't drink in the store. "That's bullshit, you sell beer, blah argh... mumble jumble..."
Our license is to sell it, not consume it on property.
The kicker? He wasn't even old enough to drink.
I had a girl come in cussing up a storm and being obnoxious. Good thing my coworker took care of that crazy bitch. She was abusive toward her boyfriend who looked mortified.
And we had a guy jerk off in the men's room. Semen everywhere. Nope, didn't clean it. No way in mother fucking hell. I closed it off. I don't get paid enough for that shit.
And the best part?
For the third time this week, the morning person came in over 45 minutes late. I get told 'oh well' and hung up on when I called, bitched outbecause I did so. Like I don't have other shit to do... damn people, read your schedules.
If stores are to treat customers like guests in their own home, then thieves should get a shotgun salute. If someone stole from me, I’d seriously injure them. I wouldn’t treat them like a guest.
I really don’t like living in a dystopia… but I guess it can’t be fixed. I think we’re all doomed.
It all boils down to a serious failure of long-term consequences. You can't stop thieves, you can't accuse them, you can just follow them around, staring, only to be complained about to a manager.
Any store where this happens should have to deal with people constantly coming in, grabbing whatever it is they want, then zipping out the exit while crying aloud, “Nya nya! Can’t touch me! Company policy protects me!” Maybe they'd wise up, but I wouldn't hold my breath.
To make matters worse, some piece of crap tried to break into a shop once and hurt himself. He sued the shop owner because he got hurt and WON…
And they wonder where the work ethic went. America everyone. :-/