I’ve been told before that this outfit made me look around eighteen, so maybe that’s why the things that happened the way they did. It was fairly cold and there was a light rain, so I was wearing an long, red coat and had a decent-looking umbrella. One such Saturday morning, I left even earlier than usual. I usually left early so I had some time to spare. When I was fifteen, I caught the same bus every Saturday to get to my flute lesson. The best part wasn’t seeing her leave but denying her service a week later when she tried to shop in disguise. My manager offered to manage it through the police if she really wanted to escalate it. She spluttered, complained, and threatened to complain to corporate. Manager: “You can pay for the boards yourself or find another store to shop at.” Manager: “So you’re admitting that your son has damaged hundreds of pounds’ worth of our equipment, and now you’re complaining when a member of staff asked him to stop?” The manager listens for a while before interrupting. I grab him, and she goes on telling a twisted version painting her son as the next in line to be the Pope. Mum: “This is ridiculous! Let me talk to your manager.” Me: “As I already said, they cause damage to the boards, and we’ve asked him to stop.” Mum: “He does travel stickers! I would know!” We have had to throw dozens of boards away and spend hours removing his stickers.” Me: “Sorry, but we’ve caught him on camera. Mum: “He wouldn’t do anything like that! He’s nine!” He was told he could only come in if he promised he would stop.” Me: “He’s been caught damaging our display boards. Mum: “Why did you say my son couldn’t come in?” Instead, he turns and leaves.Ī few hours later, he comes back with his mum. He can only come in if he promises not to do it again. The next day the boy comes in, he’s told that we know what he’s been doing. He is there every time we find the eyes, sometimes the only one. It takes us a while to realise we have been looking for teenagers and adults, completely missing the nine-year-old boy who regularly comes in. We start sweeping the store, and as soon as we find some, we check the cameras. It is getting to be a real pain and costing the store some serious money. It turns out some of these are really hard to remove and some of our adverts are thin sheets of paper stuck to a plastic board removing the eyes destroys the board. It seems there is a trend of sticking googly eyes to things. He asked if he could be reinstated but he was denied. He called a few hours later to apologize for his behavior - but he would not speak to me - and admitted that the bank teller was mistaken. Supervisor: “Your name tag matches your file and you haven’t had this issue before, correct? I suggest you go sort it out with your bank, and we will mail your final check today.” Supervisor: “, how is it spelled on his file?” Supervisor: *Looking at the name* “Spell your name.” Apparently, he’d started walking as soon as he heard come in. opened the door, presumably to leave, but was already there. Supervisor: “Hey,, how about you come down to my office and talk like that?” had been on the phone this whole time and heard everything via speakerphone. However, I am on the phone with right now, so I will be with you when-”Įmployee: “You’ll fix it right now or I’ll knock your f****** teeth down your throat. Please have a seat outside.”Įmployee: “You spelled my name wrong, and now my bank won’t accept my paycheck.” Me: “Excuse me? I’m on a call right now, but I will help you when I’m done. He did not knock on the closed door he just came in and started yelling.Įmployee: “What the f*** is wrong with you?!” An employee came into my office while I was on a call with a supervisor. I took over payroll for a small company of about fifty people.