I worked a second job calling people on the phone at night trying to sell them cemetary plots. The location was in the funeral home at the cemetary. The owner would lock us in at 5:30 and then open the doors at 9:00pm. Horrible job, but really horrible when we heard someone in the embalming room at 9pm. My friend and I got my .357 and went to investigate. Nearly shot the balls off the owner who thought he was being funny to scare us. We quit that second. Next worse job was working for The Villages at the Villages Golf Cart store. A woman spit in my face because the cart she rented had mildew on the back of the seat. When the mgr. told me to suck it up, I left there too.
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