Working in a convinience store introduces you to a wide variety of people.

Working all night in a convinience store introduces you to a wide variety of drunks.

The job itself isn't so bad, you stock some shelves, watch the counter for the occasional customer, basically keep the place clean and the people served. As far as slave labour goes, its not such a bad deal. Maybe even commandeer some candy off the shelves if its if your thing. The real problem with the whole affair is the customers. More specifically the extremely drunken rowdy customers. At first its kind of funny, you chuckle to yourself about their antics and tell your friends about the guy who came in and puked on your floor.

It gets old real quick.

Real Quick.

You begin to feel isolated, the cube of the store becomes a quick breeding ground for madness, as all the people who come in at that time of night usually have a certain hint of surrealness to start with. You begin to drink heavily caffeinated drinks, and this does not help your state of mind at all.

Soon you find yourself in a bitter rage at the few customers who do enter the store, and the once cute actions of the heavily intoxicated soon become the extremely aggrevating actions of the idiots.

All this AND a risk of getting shot.

Really its not to terrible a job, it would be great if it wasn't for the customers.