Confessions of a Workaholic

 Today at work there were like 12 people waiting outside (in the cold) for our store to open at 10 a.m. First of all, it’s a video store (why do these people need to come rent movies this early - so they can watch Van Wilder before noon on a Saturday?)

I walk past & knock on the door. My manager turns around with a pissed-off face (clearly they’d been harassing him already), sees me & comes over to let me in. The people look at me like I’m their savior, bringing God over to open the Pearly Gates of Video Heaven.

I explain to them: “It’s just because I work here. The store isn’t open yet.”
An asshole behind me shoves his wrist in my face and says, “My watch says 9:50. There’s only 10 minutes to go! Don’t be a tight ass! Let me in the store!”
Some greasy-looking woman points to the line of uterine dumplings behind her and joins in “Yeah! My kids shouldn’t be standing out in this weather!”

At this point my manager has opened the door and heard some of the conversation. He explains first, that he’s already told the man that his watch is 15 minutes fast - we have to follow the store clocks and so store doesn’t open for 25 minutes.

The woman behind me decides she (and the poor children that she brought out here in the first place) can’t take anymore. Screaming “Fuck!” she actually tries to shove her way in behind me. I had to push back 200 pounds of corn-fed, swearing woman to shut the door. The worst part is I have she does this at least once a week. God I hate my customers.

(Source: somethingawful.com)