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Originally Posted by I-Hate-Hulse
Parts counter monkey at Crappy Tire in the mid 90's. Worst part of it was filling batteries with acid from the vaccuum pump that was supposed to turn off when it was full but never did so it'd always splash over your burning holes in your clothes. No goggles and a big box of Cow Brand baking soda we'd steal from housewares was the extent of the Health and Safety program there. One particularly bad splash left my pants looking like I took a shotgun blast to the crotch.
Dealing with moron customers pretty much revolved around whatever required the least amount of effort.
"Can you tell me if you have any of these filters for my car?"
"Uhhhh.... I think we sold our last one of those."
"Class 4 hitch for that tent trailer? Sure, why not?"
"Blaupunkt stereos? Yeah, they're pretty awesome"
"Excuse me, where do you keep your...[cut off]"
"No speaky eeengleeesh [throw in weird pointing gestures to talk to the other parts monkey]"
Dalhousie CT was run by the biggest a-holes on the earth at the time, lots of unpaid hours were "required" to be worked.
Meh - $5.75 an hour, you got what you paid for.
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You should have been provided with protective gear if your working with battery acid. I would have refused to continue work if acid was burning holes into my clothes.