So I now I haven't posted anything on here in a long, long while. It seems to be a problem with motivation and partly because writing about the exploits of my life at Target and my previous job makes me realize how much I miss that wonderful place I called a workplace for close to 7 years. Target just isn't the same. Anyways, enough of that nostalgia crap. On to the good stuff.
I've come to realization lately that in order to retain a lot of the funny crap that happens at work I have to actually care about the job. I don't really care much about Target and because of it, nothing sticks! I've sat here for probably 20 minutes trying to think of something funny that's happened which would be worth mentioning because people might find it funny, but I can't. I can go on and on about Arabica stories for hours on end because I'm convinced I cared about that job. Also a story about a broken can of hairspray doesn't really compare to a story about someone shitting in a urinal or creating a soccer themed cafe in America. So here we go. Arabica story time.
Our second boss Carlo had a little bit more going on upstairs than Ryko, but not much. Under the Carlo regime we were a sunglasses rounder, cigarette vending machine, and gas pump away from being a gas station. Seriously the guy brought in the Ohio Lottery to sell scratch off lotto tickets. I'm also pretty sure the way were were doing it was illegal because he didn't know how to account for the tickets or pay out the money properly. He also served home made wine to minors. smart guy.
Our second boss Carlo had a little bit more going on upstairs than Ryko, but not much. Under the Carlo regime we were a sunglasses rounder, cigarette vending machine, and gas pump away from being a gas station. Seriously the guy brought in the Ohio Lottery to sell scratch off lotto tickets. I'm also pretty sure the way were were doing it was illegal because he didn't know how to account for the tickets or pay out the money properly. He also served home made wine to minors. smart guy.
However the best part about Carlo was his "extra curricular activities." He would lock himself in his office for hours on end. We had all joked that Carlo was looking at porn again
. Did we actually think he was looking at porn? ya... kinda sorta. there was evidence but not anything really of substance other than the door was always locked and he would take 15 minutes to come out if you needed him. After Carlo's reign came to an end a shocking discovery was made. John, the owner of the building and our first boss was helping Tony figure out the computer and finding all the files for the store. They soon discovered that yes, Carlo in fact was looking at porn. However, it wasn't your typical guy on girl type of stuff. Carlo had been spending all of this time looking at gay porn and surfing gay internet chat rooms. This quickly helped us realize why our staff went from female dominated to a fucking sausage fest and also why a video camera which broadcast to a TV in said office was installed. I feel so violated. The most ironic part of this whole situation is that at one point Carlo attempted to fire our gay, weekend piano player because he "didn't want that kind of stuff in there." I'm thinking that maybe he asked him out and Carlo got shot down. it's kind of sad really.
. Did we actually think he was looking at porn? ya... kinda sorta. there was evidence but not anything really of substance other than the door was always locked and he would take 15 minutes to come out if you needed him. After Carlo's reign came to an end a shocking discovery was made. John, the owner of the building and our first boss was helping Tony figure out the computer and finding all the files for the store. They soon discovered that yes, Carlo in fact was looking at porn. However, it wasn't your typical guy on girl type of stuff. Carlo had been spending all of this time looking at gay porn and surfing gay internet chat rooms. This quickly helped us realize why our staff went from female dominated to a fucking sausage fest and also why a video camera which broadcast to a TV in said office was installed. I feel so violated. The most ironic part of this whole situation is that at one point Carlo attempted to fire our gay, weekend piano player because he "didn't want that kind of stuff in there." I'm thinking that maybe he asked him out and Carlo got shot down. it's kind of sad really.
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