Cash. Moolah. Dineros. Simoleans. Loot. All of that. I started a new career in retail health-care back in May, and I’ve noticed something that isn’t normally associated with the other negatives of illegal immigration. The cost of doing a LOT of business with these bastards in CASH. I’m working on my doctorate in what I like to call “Combat Retail” dealing with these folks and their demon spawn (more about them later). These people are extremely paranoid, except when it comes to free shit, courtesy of you and I, the taxpayers. Because of this paranoia, they refuse to come up with any form of plastic convenience. Yes of course I know their lack of legitimate SSNs prohibits them from opening a traditional bank account, but the pricks could get pay cards from numerous sources that don’t NEED a SSN, but they don’t. Instead they choose to use businesses as a damned ATM for their convenience. One should note that most convenience-type businesses refuses to accept large bills. Not so with us. We would rather have clerks and managers tied-up for hours breaking $100s. Want a pack of smokes? Break a Benjamin. Candy bar, absolutely break that hundie. We routinely see lineups that will have 5 or 6 (or more) big bills to break. Naturally, we have to perform pickups on the tills that are full of these large bills in addition to a constant stream of change to break them. Once we’ve wrapped up the days business, we again have to deal with all this cash, counting, bundling and depositing it. Don’t forget to keep ordering smaller bills so we can continue being a fookin’ ATM for the barrio. My best guess is that managers spend ~30-40% of their on-shift time dealing with this ‘hidden’ cost. The other cost of doing business with this plague of locusts is dealing with their brats. Culturally, they don’t go anywhere during the day and save all their errands until well after-dark, when we’re flooded with these jerks and their progeny. Once inside the kids make a bee-line for the toy and candy aisles. They’ll break open large packages of candy, have a piece or two and dump the rest on the floor. They turn the toy aisle into the rival to Mickey-Dee’s playland, kicking balls down the aisle, ripping packages open, spilling anything liquid onto the floor (think carefully about this one). I’ve actually followed the little bastiches going down an aisle with an outstretched arm scooping merchandise onto the floor like a bulldozer from hell. The kids show NO respect for anything or anyone in the store, pretend not to habla when they’re confronted and are generally ignored by the parents until they’re standing at the front yelling for the kids. I swear at times the place looks and sounds more like a daycare center than a retail establishment. Sooo, we have this all-cash, labor-intensive demographic here, with one exception to the cash ‘rule’…..they all have that LoneStar EBT/WIC card. Let’s see, to get one of those you have to fill out a LOT of forms and leave the paper trail they’re afraid of, but hey, it’s FREEEEE !! (to them).
I’m really curious here, please, PUHLEEZ share some of your own observations along this lines with the pack.
Alrighty then, I have to go grab a shower and get dressed, so I can go to work and buy more LoneStar cards for somebody else. Yeah, right, tell me once again they’re just doing the jobs no American will do, and that job is to pollute, infect and turn the US into a turd-world country like their other home, by stealing from the productive, with help from our government masters.
Fuck ’em ALL.