seems like most of you guys like the random stuff from the store rather
than the characters
so here goes: The toughest part about working 3rd shift on a job like
this is the time from 3:30 in morning until about 7 especially on
Friday night/sat morning. You know that the dirtiest of freaks will
come out about this time. one early morning/night i was really tired i
had worked my regular job, come home and cut grass, and then left to
go to the store, I couldn’t drink the energy drinks i had been drinking
cause the doc said they had been a source of my painful heartburn. so
by 4 am i was barely holding on i was doing any thing to stay
awake. I even reorganized the black movies section by the skin tone of
the woman/women on front from left to right dark skin to light skin. I
was proud of that.
My energy soon faded but I knew if I could make it
to 4:30 I could at least put my head on the counter and close my eyes
for a second; we shut down the store at 4:30 to print daily reports
and recount the drawer. At 4:20 I yell in the back that we are closing
in ten minutes and people begin to leave the store. Now what you gotta
know about me is when I'm tired I am mad everyone and every thing. I
usually keep those feelings to my self but every once in awhile my
buttons get pushed and this would be one of those days.
At 4:15 some guy bangs on the door hard as hell. Strike 1. Whenever anyone bangs on the door really hard that’s my queue to take my time buzzing them in for safety and cause I can be an asshole too. I eventually buzz the guy in and he looks at me like he could fight me but I had already sized him up. I knew I could whoop his ass cause he had a chin that looked like a soft landing for an uppercut. He then threw his dollar on the counter as if to say fuck you and walks to the back. Strike 2. (I don’t know if I mentioned this but it cost a dollar to go in the back room…. It a recession nigga we hustling! ) I don’t get mad cause in five minutes I’m going to yell that we closing in 10 minutes and he will have wasted his dollar. It’s a minor victory but I’ll take them when I can get them. At 4:20 I yell cut the bright lights in the back on and every one begins to walk out accept Dude that comes in late he just going to take his time. So I tell him he has to go now or I’m going to let the Police handle it. He leaves and start looking at me like he could fight me. I’m thinking “try me ya punk bitch imma smoove smash ya face off” He keeps it moving; greatest decision ever.
The store reopens 15 min later I got to close my eyes for 10 min couldn’t sleep though. Every who was in the store before came back in and resumes there backroom activates including the angry customer. Things are pretty much dead in the store and I turn the TV up loud and put my head down in front of it so know matter how sleepy I am I wont ever get comfortable because the TV will be two loud. Occasionally I would peek over at the T.V that shows what cameras see. It was one of those glances at the camera that became one the first moment I prayed out loud in the store. I said, “Lord please please please please don’t let that be what I think it is.” I imagined god hearing my prayer and looking down at that store saying “my bad I’m sorry you had to see that.” I looked once more over at the camera and the angry customer the tough guy was naked accept for the hat he had worn into the store and he was sitting down on his shirt Indian style facing the camera while jerking off. Strike 3-75. I was angry tired and this man had crossed the line.( way way way over line) I wasn’t crazy however about yelling face to face at a naked man gay or straight, so I just screamed with all the hatred and contempt from deep in my body. “What the Fuck are you doing you simple son of a bitch.” Immediately 2 of the 5 men in the back left they new from the sound of my voice it could get ugly, easy. As one of them walked passed the counter he said man you going to throw everybody out again. I didn’t say anything the look on my face said it all. Then while speaking in a stereotypical gay man voice and waiving his hand like a cat pawing at its on reflection he said to the other guy “ oh shit girl he angry for real.” I look back at the camera to see if this disgusting human being has put his clothes on to leave and I see the other people in the back begging to leave from their booths and startled by this man who is know half naked ( he decided to put his shirt on first) dressing himself . They begin to leave and naked dude follows. He walks out and looks at me a half smiling. I had already plan to throw an uppercut first cause who would expect that. I ask him ( at this point I have moved from behind the counter and we are 3 feet apart ) “you think that shit is funny huh” he replies “whatever motherfucker” he hesitantly walks past me and I tell him “ I would murder your ass right now but I get more time for a hate crime” he kept it moving, greatest decision ever. At the moment sleepy and tired and angry I meant what I had said. Every word of it. I didn’t want to kill him but I might have cause I was tired but later I realized it wasn’t the long day I was tired mentally from this place. It was hurting my brain and it made me feel disgusting also
