The worst job I ever had was manager of the U-Store-It unit out on the Wharton Freeway.
It wasn’t the pay (which sucked), or Corporate (which really sucked).
It wasn’t even the clientele, although most of our customers weren’t what you’d call Model Citizens.
No, it was the astonishing number of dead bodies that would appear in the unrented units. Every couple days, we’d find another, chewed up pretty bad. The cops were mystified, and it got to where I wasn’t sleeping too well.
Then one night I saw them, and I understood. “Tekeli-li,” they moaned.
I never came back.
It wasn’t the pay (which sucked), or Corporate (which really sucked).
It wasn’t even the clientele, although most of our customers weren’t what you’d call Model Citizens.
No, it was the astonishing number of dead bodies that would appear in the unrented units. Every couple days, we’d find another, chewed up pretty bad. The cops were mystified, and it got to where I wasn’t sleeping too well.
Then one night I saw them, and I understood. “Tekeli-li,” they moaned.
I never came back.
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