Of Old Working Experiences

I actually posted this in my Crimson Mercenary forum but I thought it was pretty dumbass so here it IS! Where ALL dumbass topics exist!, Its about my old horrible working experience for in Sales.

Allow me to set this up first,

Ages ago when I was 15, worked at a Parkson departmental store for RM3.50 (Malaysian currency) which equates to rougly under a dollar US per hour. It was the Home department (pillows, towels, carpets, etc.) I was practically slave labour.

Ok heres what I go through on a daily basis.

I reach work, fold towels. Fold at least a few hundred towels per rack. FOLD FOLD FOLDy fold. Then I move on to the next rack where I repeat the entire process. Fold Fold FOLD....

THEN! Some middle-aged lady walks up and looks at my nice neat rack.She tosses one towel around.... mmmm looks around, tosses another. looks deeper... tosses another. She seems to think theres gold somewhere deep within my lovely neat stacks of towels so she proceeds to burrow in.

I'm over at the other rack wincing in pain.

Then she moves on to other racks. My heart just screams!! AAARGH! So I try to stem the tide of destruction by going up to her and asking her if I could be of assistance, a particular towel perhaps. Maybe a navy blue face towel? No? how aobut a lovely big pink beach towel? No?...

She replies dismissively ,"Oh its alright, Im just browsing" and proceeds to burrow her way through another pile of recently folded towels! I just sit there in despair as my world crumbles around me. *burrow* *burrow*

The department also has this lovely pile of pillows laid on the wall. Kind of like a soft pyramid,... imagine that! Well,... at the same time the "burrower" is attacking my towel stacks, another lady pulls a pillow from the bottom of the pyramid. THE WHOLE THING COLLAPSES! Her kids run around the shelves laughing.

The attack is relentless I tell you! More burrowers come,... they go through my shelves like locusts through the rice fields. WHOOOSH.........

While I'm expected to give service with a smile, my underpaid situation makes it hard for me to repress my "kill" instinct. I HAD to do something,....

I pulled a chair from the furniture department, an electrical fan from the electronics department, I nick a book from the Times Bookstore (All on my floor) and I go down to buy a soft-drink. Set it all up behind a wall of old boxes and just hide my way there. SO THERE!...........$!@#$@%!@