Jobs Are Not For Me

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constantly pulled aside and being told that I wasn’t bagging the groceries properly. The strange part was that when my boss would tell me these things he would always take me to isle seven to yell and scream at me. Why couldn’t he take me into his office where it would be private? Instead he would make a big scene in front of all the old women shopping for those lovely canned foods and completely embarrass me. I never understood that. There was another reason why I knew my boss wasn’t the brightest candle on the cake. I always had to remind him that I only worked on Mondays and Wednesdays, but he could never grasp the concept. For some reason he was convinced that I worked everyday. Two days out of the five days I didn’t work I would get a call from good old Bob asking “ why aren’t you here yet?’ I would always say “ Bob, don’t you remember, I only work two days a week, and this isn’t one of them.” Then he would say “ Oh yea, sorry kid, see ya’ tomorrow”. So that was a ...

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