Things I hated about working at the petrol station

So it's been a whole month since I quit my

job. It's still kind of strange that I

don't have to go there anymore. It's kind

of strange that I even worked there in the

first place. It feels like it was all a

dream. I feel like I've woken up from some

kind of nightmare. I actually still get

nightmares about my coworker.

They're not really scary dreams or violent

dreams. They're just nightmares where I

have to go back to work and and I have to

see him again. I don't think I've ever met

someone that I've hated so much before.

Now every time I see someone who kind of

looks like him or has a similar haircut,

I kind of automatically feel repulsed.

I actually hate him more than Hitler. I

know Hitler did loads of terrible things,

but he never actually did anything to

directly affect me. Anyway,

in this video I want to talk about all the

things I absolutely hated about working at

the petrol station. Something that I found

really irritating was when we went to the

toilet, we had to tell our coworker that

we're going to the toilet because I have

no idea why. Because whenever I went to

the toilet, I made it really obvious that

I'm going to the toilet. Like, I would

pick up the keys, and the keys were

attached to this big plastic piece of

plastic, and I would like jangle them

around and make it obvious that I'm going

to the toilet. And when you open the

toilet door, it lets out this really loud

squeaking sound that you can hear from the

other end of the shop. So I really didn't

feel like it was necessary to tell my

coworker that I was going to the toilet

every time. But then my boss said that my

coworkers were complaining about me

because when I went to the toilet, I

didn't tell them that I was going to the

toilet, and they said that they didn't

know where I was. They were saying that

sometimes Daniel just disappears. They

don't know where I've gone because I've

gone to the toilet and I didn't tell them.

I thought it was obvious because if I'm

not in the shop and if I'm not in the

office or at the back, then there's no

other place I could be apart from the

toilet. It's the only other place that I

would be in, so it's kind of stupid. I

didn't really understand why my coworkers

had this big problem about me going to the

toilet and not telling them about it. And

sometimes my coworker, he would say, Oh,

I'm going to the toilet, and then he'd

walk off right in front of me holding the

keys, and I'd see him going to the toilet.

What's the point in telling me that you're

going to the toilet when I can obviously

see that you're going to the toilet? It's

just— it was so irritating. Yeah, if my

coworker was in the office or on his break

and I desperately needed the toilet, then

yeah, I'd go to him and say, I need to go

to the toilet. But the only time I ever

went to the toilet was when my coworker

was by the till next to the keys. So when

I took the keys, it was really obvious

that I was going to the toilet. Also, the

evening staff who finish their shift when

I start my shift, they used to complain

that I used to come in a few minutes late,

and that meant that they couldn't go home

on time. And that's not true. I used to go

into work a few minutes early, but I used

to have to stay outside to take in the

newspapers and the flowers, which they

could have done instead of just standing

around doing nothing. And they never left

on time anyway. They always stood around

for 5 to 10 minutes chatting or shopping

or faffing around. Another thing that was

kind of irritating about my coworker was

every time he went on his break, Before he

would go on his break, he would tell me.

He would say, alright, I'm going on my

break, alright? Like in this really

irritating accent. And it was just really

annoying because I knew when he was going

on his break. He went on his break the

exact same time every single day. Just go

on your break. You don't need to tell me.

It's really obvious. Also, my coworkers

didn't speak English very well, and

sometimes it was extremely difficult to

understand what they were trying to say.

For example, one of my coworkers, he used

to say, Can you do the sop? Can you do the

sop? And I was like, do the what? And then

I realized he was saying— he was trying to

say the word shop. I just don't understand

how you can live in the UK for over 10

years and you still can't pronounce the

word shop properly. I mean, it has 4

letters. It's not difficult. You just put

an H in it. It's not S-O-P. It's not sop.

It's shop. Shh, shh, shh. If you don't put

the shh in it, I don't understand what

you're saying. Every time they asked me to

do something, it was so frustrating trying

to understand what they were saying. I've

got nothing against foreigners living in

having to work with someone when you don't

understand what they're saying half the

time. And then you get the bloody

customers asking the same things every

single day. Do you have a cash machine?

No. Do you do cashback? I don't know what

that is, but we don't do it. What the hell

is cashback anyway? Do you have a toilet?

No. And then you get some customers that

try to be funny and they say, oh, where do

you go to the toilet then? In the staff

toilet, you moron. Now go piss outside in

the bush or something. Also, if you wanted

to pay by card, you had to spend at least

£3, and then sometimes customers would

only spend— they would only buy items that

came up to £2.50, and then they would try

and use their card, and then I had to

explain to them that there was a minimum

spend every single day. And none of the

customers noticed that there was a little

sign that says there's a minimum spend. I

just wish that we could make a gigantic

sign that says no cash machine, no

cashback, no, we don't have a toilet for

the customers, and you need to spend at

least £3 if you want to pay by card. Then

I wouldn't have to repeat the same things

every single day. Also, sometimes the

customers didn't realize that we're open

24 hours a day, even though it says on the

sign outside that we're open 24 hours a

day. And then they'd start knocking on the

window asking if we're open, and I'd have

to point towards the door. And this was

really irritating. It happened every

single night. So I decided to write down

on a piece of paper that we're open in

gigantic letters, and I sellotaped it to

the window. And I thought this was a

pretty good idea, but my bloody coworker,

he kept taking down the sign and then

putting it in the bin. And then I had to

make a new sign, and then he would take it

down again when I wasn't there. And it was

so So irritating. Why can't he just leave

the piece of paper on the window? Just

stop interfering. Sometimes you get people

that do drive-offs where they just drive

off with the petrol without paying, and

then my coworker would go, oh, you didn't

check the cameras properly. What's the

point in checking the cameras? You can't

tell if someone's going to drive off until

they've driven off, and then after that,

what are you going to do? You can't chase

them down, and it's really difficult to

tell if they're going to do a drive-off or

not unless they're wearing a balaclava or

something. The strange thing was that my

coworker actually cared if there was a

drive-off. He would be angry or irritated

about it, and I just didn't care because I

still got paid the same. If the company

doesn't want to implement a system where

the customer has to pay first before

getting the petrol, then it's their own

fault. It's not my fault. Also, there was

shoplifting. I was really bad at spotting

shoplifters or being able to tell if

something was shoplifted. Sometimes,

like, a gang of kids would come in and

then they would leave, and then my

coworker would come and say, did you see

them take anything? And I'd say no, and

then he would say okay. Then he'd go into

the office to check the CCTV footage and

he would be like, shit, they stole like 2

bottles of wine and a load of beer or

something, and I'd be like, really? I

didn't see them take anything. I didn't

notice. To be honest, I didn't care. Even

if I did see them shoplifting, what am I

supposed to do? Can you imagine me trying

to stop them from shoplifting or

confronting them? Can you imagine me

going, oi, you, stop shoplifting, put that

stuff back? They'd just be like, no, and

then they'd walk off. Even if I saw

someone take a bottle of wine and they put

it in their bag or down their trousers or

something, and I asked them to give it

back and they just said something like, I

didn't take anything, then what am I

supposed to do? I can't physically search

them or force them to give it back to me.

They would just walk off. So what's the

point in even trying to look for

shoplifters? When I was working in Japan

in the convenience store, we had these

balls that were filled with paints behind

the cash register. And when I first

started, I asked them, what are these

balls for? And they said, if we get

robbed, we're supposed to chuck the balls

at the robbers and it gets them covered in

paint so the police can find them easily.

I don't remember having any problems with

shoplifting in the Japanese convenience

store. We had security cameras, but you

could only see the footage in the office.

We didn't have any monitors or screens

behind the cash register where you could

check the cameras. But at the petrol

station, there were 2 monitors behind the

cash register, and we had to check the

cameras every time the Irish people came

in because every single time they would

try and steal alcohol, or they, they would

steal alcohol and get away with it. I

think they should stop selling alcohol

after midnight or 10 PM, and then it would

stop all these Irish people coming in

because every time the Irish people came

they, they started fighting in the store,

they started shoplifting, or they started

something. And it was kind of surprising

when me and my ex-Korean girlfriend went

to Norway a few years ago and we tried to

buy beer at the supermarket and it was

after 6 PM and they said something like,

we can't sell you alcohol after 6 PM. I

thought that was a good idea, but I guess

the petrol station would lose a lot of

money if they did that.