Joe

Joe was my boss when I worked at a cell phone retail store in high school. He was a client of my dads. He was an ex Israeli soldier and would sometimes talk to me about it.

"Andy, do you know how to kill somebody with this exactoknife? In the army I would hide behind sandbags and when the Arabs would come over I would go up under the rib cage like this and kill them. Easy. Now break down those boxes."

This store was so empty all the time, I worked for weeks and still didn't learn the things I should have learned simply from lack of practice. I made commission off of everything so I did try hard to sell stuff though.

Even so, he questioned a lot of the sales and sometimes made "adjustments". I did as much as I could but the store just wasn't doing well and I steadily got less shifts until it just ended. It wouldn't be the last job in which I struggled to find stuff to do.