Now that I'm a responsible, 24 year old mom, I look back and can't believe what a huge jerk I was.
These sweet Christian folks hired me to work for them in their hockey pro shop when I was a senior in high school. To begin with, I should have never taken the job. I was so tired and already had way more than I could handle. On top of impending graduation and keeping my grades up, I played the ever-so-time-consuming sport of hockey, I played softball after school, I got a new boyfriend, and now I was taking on this job.
For the job, I had to commute. I had to get up at 3:30 am on weekends to open the shop for early games. Countless times, I slept right on through my work start time (I would get calls from my boss-"Uh, did you sleep in AGAIN?") but the times I did make it to work, I was dead tired. So much so, that once, I had drifted off to sleep on the on the customer service counter. I woke up to tapping on my shoulder. These two hockey players were standing above me, laughing, saying, "Wake uuuuup!" They had to wake me up to pay for some skate laces!!! I felt so embarrassed and scared that they would tell my boss, but they never did.
On top of that, I destroyed many players' skates in the skate sharpener. The automatic machine was always broken and despite the complaints, it was never fixed. So,that was not my fault. Ironically, that's all my boss ever yelled at me about, was the bad skate sharpenings-the one thing that wasn't my fault!!
One thing I enjoyed was pulling my boyfriend at the time, who was also a hockey player,too, into the back room for heavy make-out sessions....yes, while there were customers outside.
The worst thing I did, though, was when these people came in to get completely outfitted with gear. This was a major sale, and I thought, "This is how I can prove to everyone that I'm a good worker." I went and spent about 2 hours educating the people, a husband and wife, about quality hockey gear, correct fit, all that mumbo jumbo. I was pretty proud of myself-I had just raked in a $1,500 order. We had those old style credit card runners, where you do it manually on a carbon copy receipt, and it gets signed, etc. Well, I had filled out all the necessary info on the receipt, called the card's service number to make sure the card was good, and I FORGOT TO RUN THE CARD THROUGH THE MACHINE!!!!! Yep, after all that, I didn't get their card number on record, and they were "nice" enough, not to come back in to let me know I had made a mistake. I basically GAVE away $1,500 in brand new, top-of-the-line hockey gear, and did not realize it until they were long gone outta that store.
The day after this, I quit, because I knew once they found out, I'd get fired. I have never gone back to that shop out of sheer humiliation. Hopefully, when I have enough money, I'll send them a check for the money I screwed them out of!!!
