For reals yeah. I work retail and the number of times I'll work 6 hours before getting my break only to immediately get called down for assistance. And then customers wonder why I'm grumpy and not very "helpful". Maybe the store could have more than 1 fucking person working at time in my department?

Being able to just chop off someone's hand and be like, "I've already walked 20,000 steps today I'm fucking tired you pieces of shit, you want service? Don't bitch about it."

I swear I had some psychotic Ukrainians in buying BBQs, and the fucker wanted to open the box before he bought it to make sure it wasn't damaged. Which yeah sure fine let's open the 80 pound box of sharp metal pieces that once taken out of the box can never returned to it and check the 40 fucking pieces metal that are jammed inside of styrofoam so I'll get bits of styrofoam all me. This was after waiting like 7 hours for a break that I then had to wait like 40 minutes for these chuckle fucks to decide if they wanted the thing. The real kicker? His SUV was full of stuff and he brought 3 passengers so we couldn't put the seat down. Like what the fuck dipshit? No things don't fit when it's already full you ass hole!

Love having to work.