I used to think it was chocolate bread when I was a little kid. Oh, the disappointment.
Working at a movie theatre, someone started the popper kettle but left the lid off, so I had scalding hot, oily popcorn kernels hit me and go down my shirt, giving me teeny little burns all the way down until it landed where my shirt was tucked into my pants. Everyone burned themselves on the popper at least once. We…
THAT'S IT. I fearless feedback'd one of the trainers at the first weekend, about how BAD the last exercise was. It was not well received, haha oops.
I sipped it a lot during the hiring process, but that first weekend of training was an eye-opener and my whole table minus one girl kept calling it our brainwashing session. My brother quit after a week, I stuck it out for a year and quit during the Christmas rush.
I did too, in the store. Most of my coworkers were students and were enamored with the company and drank the kool-aid happily, but after years of retail drudgery I knew better.
No kidding. I'm in the process of proving that the HR biatch in my former work violated all sorts of employment standards. The running joke between my coworkers was that the HR department was actually the legal department.
What, they can't just put a stuffed gorilla on a chair and have the vastly superior Captain Slow do most of the talking?
I hope they have the lid to that jar, in case there's turbulence.
This is true. I have served popcorn and did the night's cashout happily and correctly while baked.
I'm glad I forgot today's title before I got to the last story because I laughed my ass off when I got to I PUNTED A BABY.
Oh lord, what school? BSS?
Now I want to see Jezza and Captain Slow try this. For the lols. Richard can run beside some dogs. Oh, wait.
At the Apple store I worked at, a kid shat herself, used the stapler we kept at the phone activation iMacs to DIG THE SHIT OUT OF HER PANTS, and continued playing with the desktop.
Richard Hammond is looking furrier than I remembered.