Okay it's day three, I come in to work and everything seems fine yet again, but this time the donation attendant who is six feet nine comes in angry, we call him tiny. As soon as I said Tiny he began waving his hands, he through a tissue box at the short manager who fell down, he then began crying and yelling I'm not tiny! I thought to myself I work in a insane asylum. Normally he's a nice guy but this time he goes off, my manager call me in the office while he talk to him, im thinking to myself I don't get paid enough for this. Tiny comes in and I look around the room for something to grab the only thing I see is a spork , So I grab it. While in there Tiny admits to being bipolar, I just look crazy I am a cashier what am I going to say good grief!!!!
Simone Faith
olive branch joy comes in the morning
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