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I went into work today (FYE at St. Claire Sq, for those of you who don't know) and put in my two weeks. And with that ends my month-long tenure at my first job with a corporately owned company since Target in 2002. Here are some classic things that happened while working there that I probably won't forget for at least another two or three weeks:

• This lady, obviously on a Schedule II drug of some sort, comes in. She asks one of the guys to go grab her a DVD. While he's on the other side of the store, she's asking him to grab more and more DVDs, albeit under her breath. He never heard her. When her thirst for horrible rap DVDs was finally quenched, she paid with money that was procured from her bra, euphorically laughing and nearly falling over. She didn't even use the traditional "through-the-neck-of-the-shirt" approach, opting instead for the "under-the-shirt-from-the-bottom" style. Points were awarded for originality.
• Some kid comes in, buys a Panic! At the Disco CD. About half an hour later, a lady comes in to exchange a Panic! CD. The exchange is put through without my knowledge. Five minutes after she leaves, the kid returns, nearly in tears, to tell me that someone has pilfered his purchase. I tell him tough cookies and send him on my way. The manager on duty asks what he was looking for, I tell him, and he informs me that the old lady that had just left had returned his Panic! CD (he could tell because of the purchase date and the fact that it was from my register). Long story short, that lady snagged his CD and returned it for cash. Sure the kid deserved to have something mildly bad happen to him for buying horrible music, but that's just wrong. The moral? Old ladies, not teenagers, are what make this country suck sometimes.
• I get written up twice. In one day. I've never been written up at a job once, let alone twice in one day.