I worked at Poundland almost a year, and am in the process of writing a book about it, containing some of the following...
Having to use
Having police in the store each week to find sex attackers for whom Poundland is their shop of choice
Ignoring shoplifters because there are so many of them
Having to deal with violent customers every single last fucking day of the week
Being understaffed and forced to do two jobs for neither extra pay nor respect
Having a member of staff stabbed by a member management, who is allowed to keep her job and still use a knife
Hearing the manager laugh at the prospect of a non-white person being employed in the store
Hearing a pregnant, single, ignorant, fat bitch began conversations with “You know what I hate about pakis?”
Working a whole week with a broken foot for fear of being fired
Getting punched breaking up a fight between two neds
Junkies lying on the floor and looking at shiny things
The manager’s incompetent brother being promoted against the wishes of every member of staff and management except the two brothers
The manager’s incompetent girlfriend being promoted against the wishes of every member of staff and management except the two ugly lovers
A customer trying to pay for her goods with buttered toast
Junkies screaming abuse at staff for no reason other than it’s Poundland, where junkies rule
A member of staff getting a facial disease from a customer
Not being allowed off the till after cutting my hand open in the counter cache, and being shouted at by customers for not packing their bags
A customer cutting his wrists and bleeding all over the till
Staff being questioned by police for selling a knife to a criminal
An illiterate fuckwit of a manager talking down to educated staff
The manager showing CVs and private letters to other staff
Rotting food in the staff room and no cleaner hired
The manager insulting customers on the shop floor
The manager pretending to cut a child’s throat when the shop is empty
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