I recently came back to Chicago after a 13 day vacation for the holidays. It's nice to be back at my apartment and in the city. One thing about being back I didn't miss was my day to day job. I can't say where I work because I don't want to get fired, but not many places are named after shacks...

I honestly believe that the widest variety of people come into my job. In the three days I've work since coming home, I've had a customer tell me I was like a son to him, a customer tell me about their family members dying, an overnight robbery that resulted in going to work at 4:30am, and a glass repairman that was still drunk from the night before...at noon. 

I'm sure everyone working in retail thinks their job is the worst, but I think I could make a serious case as to why mine is the worst of the worst. Everyday, I spend 10 hours there just piling up the crazy stories that I can come home and tell my girlfriend and friends. Half the time I wouldn't believe some of the things that happen and some of the people that come in if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.