Where I work is emotionally draining

I help stock a convenience store. My sister works there and when we go in every morning the coolers have not been stocked from the night before. The night clerk has told us he doesn’t want to be there, and he doesn’t give a fuck. He stated he is only there because his aunt and uncle are going to Syria for a month.

Besides dealing with a spoiled rotten brat from California who has never worked a day in his life, I have to deal with him not stocking. Now I will be working with him at night stocking the coolers. There are twenty-six coolers to be stocked every day and by ten pm they are usually bare. They are usually bare by one pm as well.

The store opens at eight am and my sister has customers waiting outside the door by the time she arrives at seven-thirty am. The minute she opens the doors, the first thing they all hit is the beer coolers. I’ve never seen anything like it.

Tuesday is beer truck day. We receive over $7,000 worth of product. People are there the minute the truck leaves and complains about hot beer. We tell them that’s because they were just stocked ten minutes ago. By Saturday ninety percent of the product is gone. That is a sad statement to make as the neighborhood very co-dependent on the government to survive. The neighborhood is ninety-five percent African American. They live on food stamps, welfare and the…