my name tag says Rob. imagine the would be thief staring at the young clerk with that word pinned to his chest. i won't tell you where or what gas station company, but i work at a convenience store. i serve the scum of the earth. sometimes.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Former Employee's

Dwan

light black. glasses. bad teeth. you'd assume he was gay from his flamboyant outgoing attitude. if you didn't know any better.

he was an assistant manager that stood up for me in the beginning. told the boss i wasn't stupid. told the boss i was improving when i was still training.

we would spend the shift talking about pop culture.

he transferred to another store closer to home.



David

more than white. fourty something. gray hair. thin. anti-social. put on a friendly face, but it'd wear down easy by stupid, frustrating customers.

his temper made everyone wary. and eventually he got fired for sliding his newfound girlfriend some cigarettes and $1,300 or so came up missing at the same time.

it was never proven. but he got canned anyway.

Kayla

white. blond. was around for a minute. left to pursue an illustrious career at Wal*Mart.



Kim

white. so very short. in her fourties somewhere. looked a lot like she was a Cindy Lauper loving teenager.. blue eyeliner. red hair.

she was supposed to be the savior to my picking up so many hours.

but she fell in her kitchen.

knocked her knee cap around to the side of her leg and nearly tore out her own hair.


Greg

tall. black. heavy set. gay as fuck.

he's still showing up to get his checks. he quit for a job at a hospital upstate. he likes the spanish dudes. and the goths.

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