It's a bit of a long read but bear with me if you want...
I work part time in a particularly shit retail store, which will remain nameless for a number of reasons, one being my shame of working there. Anyway, one day about a year ago they hired this particular lad who was a fucking nutjob. The fact that they gave him a job in the stockroom, never to see the light of day, sort of shows that they knew what they were taking on board. He started off largely inoffensively, though, kept himself to himself and was very quiet. Despite this, however, you could tell that he wasn’t all there.
However, after a few months, he began to come out of his shell. Unfortunately he took a bit of a liking to me and we’d share idle chit chat, footy talk “y’alright…†head nods, etc. I noticed he was particularly fond of horror movies, actually he was fucking obsessed with them, but I didn’t think too much of it at first. One day, though, he came up to me in the stockroom and said, out of nowhere, that we should re-enact the ending of Scream and stab each other to, and I quote, “get sick leaveâ€. I initially laughed it off, but he tried to ‘reassure’ me with “no no! Don’t worry, we won’t kill each other. We’ll just stab each other enough so we get to go home early.†I politely declined his offer and escaped out of the stockroom. I began avoiding him from that day onwards needless to say.
A few others weren’t so lucky, however. One being another lad, a friend of mine. He was approached by the weirdo one day on his break to be told that when he went home he would find his girlfriend raped and his mother murdered. He’s a much a calmer person than me, he laughed it off. I felt sorry for the poor bastard, he used to get texts from him constantly and one day the cheeky twat went through all his stuff in the staffroom.
Unfortunately, though, he became obsessed with one of the girls who worked there. First off he just started following her around like a lapdog, but then it grew more serious. He threatened her by saying that he would hunt down her boyfriend and smash his face in so she could be with him. He used to ask me and others if this masterplan of his would work. He genuinely believed it would. One day, talking to my mate again, he explained his plan, and when he got ridiculed for it, he responded with, “I’ll just murder her and shag her body. That’s probably easierâ€.
Another time he came up to me in the stockroom and mentioned a murder of a prostitute that had happened near to his house. He was smiling away and he actually admired whoever had done it. After I’d looked at him in disgust he said it wasn’t him, obviously, but did say he had thought about murdering someone, and wanted to do it to see what it was like.
Things got even worse yet again. One day the girl was in the stockroom when he crept up on her and grabbed her by the throat. I’m not too sure what happened next but she told the management and they looked into it. The incompetent twats didn’t even sack him for that. He was a good worker apparently, and a warning was sufficient. Fucking dickheads.
The incompetent management shot themselves in the foot again soon after. They leave the payslips in clear view of anyone passing by and relatively unguarded on a table in the office. Payslips here obviously have name and addresses printed on the front and can be seen without needing to be opened. Step up crazyboy who swans into the office, swipes the payslips of the girl he’s obsessed with and her mother, who also works there, and takes them home. The girl realises who is behind it when she can’t find her payslip and alerts the bumbling management. This time, after long drawn out disciplinary meetings they finally sack the loser. Not before he goes rooting through the companies files, digs out my contact details and texts me of his departure, no less.
You don’t believe shit like this happens in real life until you see it.
Don’t work in retail, kids.
Ps. I’m pretty sure the lunatic is Glock.
I work part time in a particularly shit retail store, which will remain nameless for a number of reasons, one being my shame of working there. Anyway, one day about a year ago they hired this particular lad who was a fucking nutjob. The fact that they gave him a job in the stockroom, never to see the light of day, sort of shows that they knew what they were taking on board. He started off largely inoffensively, though, kept himself to himself and was very quiet. Despite this, however, you could tell that he wasn’t all there.
However, after a few months, he began to come out of his shell. Unfortunately he took a bit of a liking to me and we’d share idle chit chat, footy talk “y’alright…†head nods, etc. I noticed he was particularly fond of horror movies, actually he was fucking obsessed with them, but I didn’t think too much of it at first. One day, though, he came up to me in the stockroom and said, out of nowhere, that we should re-enact the ending of Scream and stab each other to, and I quote, “get sick leaveâ€. I initially laughed it off, but he tried to ‘reassure’ me with “no no! Don’t worry, we won’t kill each other. We’ll just stab each other enough so we get to go home early.†I politely declined his offer and escaped out of the stockroom. I began avoiding him from that day onwards needless to say.
A few others weren’t so lucky, however. One being another lad, a friend of mine. He was approached by the weirdo one day on his break to be told that when he went home he would find his girlfriend raped and his mother murdered. He’s a much a calmer person than me, he laughed it off. I felt sorry for the poor bastard, he used to get texts from him constantly and one day the cheeky twat went through all his stuff in the staffroom.
Unfortunately, though, he became obsessed with one of the girls who worked there. First off he just started following her around like a lapdog, but then it grew more serious. He threatened her by saying that he would hunt down her boyfriend and smash his face in so she could be with him. He used to ask me and others if this masterplan of his would work. He genuinely believed it would. One day, talking to my mate again, he explained his plan, and when he got ridiculed for it, he responded with, “I’ll just murder her and shag her body. That’s probably easierâ€.
Another time he came up to me in the stockroom and mentioned a murder of a prostitute that had happened near to his house. He was smiling away and he actually admired whoever had done it. After I’d looked at him in disgust he said it wasn’t him, obviously, but did say he had thought about murdering someone, and wanted to do it to see what it was like.
Things got even worse yet again. One day the girl was in the stockroom when he crept up on her and grabbed her by the throat. I’m not too sure what happened next but she told the management and they looked into it. The incompetent twats didn’t even sack him for that. He was a good worker apparently, and a warning was sufficient. Fucking dickheads.
The incompetent management shot themselves in the foot again soon after. They leave the payslips in clear view of anyone passing by and relatively unguarded on a table in the office. Payslips here obviously have name and addresses printed on the front and can be seen without needing to be opened. Step up crazyboy who swans into the office, swipes the payslips of the girl he’s obsessed with and her mother, who also works there, and takes them home. The girl realises who is behind it when she can’t find her payslip and alerts the bumbling management. This time, after long drawn out disciplinary meetings they finally sack the loser. Not before he goes rooting through the companies files, digs out my contact details and texts me of his departure, no less.
You don’t believe shit like this happens in real life until you see it.
Don’t work in retail, kids.
Ps. I’m pretty sure the lunatic is Glock.
