Anyone else every worked graveyard at a gas station? What's up with creepy drunkie weirdoes hanging out at gas stations at 2 in the morning. I've worked the graveyard shift for a whole 3 days and have already seen more crackheads and weirdoes than i care to see. Chances are i'm just too spastic to work this shift but after last night I really wonder. One guy comes in, pants around his knees, and tries to jam two bottles of wine in his pants, succeeding in dropping both and breaking them as his pants fall. So now i have a man with his pants full of wine and broken glass around his feet that won't go away. Twice i had what appeared to be a drug deal gone awry in the parking lot. Then to top it all off, a guy comes in, walks around for a moment then dashes out the door with two packs of beer. I just walked to the door to catch a plate number and the guy lifts his shirt to reveal a gun tucked in his waistband.... The cops had to come out twice last night. It's enough to make me consider going back to school. My manager insists that it was a very unusual kind of night and that she never had anything like that happen... I'm giving it the rest of the week, if it doesn't improve after that, screw it, give me days or i'll go back to being a lunchlady or an AC tech asst.
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3rd Shift Woes (rant)
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ghost_host_999
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I worked the graveyard shift in a seedy video store in NYC that sold adult movies in the back...does that count?
You should have seen the cavalcade of abnormal humanity that came slinking into the store in the dead of night.
You should have seen the cavalcade of abnormal humanity that came slinking into the store in the dead of night.
I worked 3rd shift at a construction site a couple years ago, and even though the job only lasted three weeks I thought it was going to ruin my life. Every night about 2 AM, I would hit a wall and feel like I was going to pass out. 
And I never could get caught up on my sleep during the day.
And I never could get caught up on my sleep during the day.Mastertank1
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See your gas station and raise.......
I once worked the graveyard shift as security manager for a chain of 24 hour a day movie theatres on 42nd street, the then infamous Times Square in NYC.
Wanna talk about wierdos, crazies, criminals, drugged out whack jobs? Several per hour was the usual.
Of course, they were giving me what amounted to combat pay, and I had been hired specifically because I could cope. Within a week all the lowlifes were more afraid of me than they were of the police.
I agree with Bugman; if it's an option, get OUT of there and go back to school! Graduate, and you'll never have to put up with that kind of s*** again! Best advice I can give you.
I once worked the graveyard shift as security manager for a chain of 24 hour a day movie theatres on 42nd street, the then infamous Times Square in NYC.
Wanna talk about wierdos, crazies, criminals, drugged out whack jobs? Several per hour was the usual.
Of course, they were giving me what amounted to combat pay, and I had been hired specifically because I could cope. Within a week all the lowlifes were more afraid of me than they were of the police.
I agree with Bugman; if it's an option, get OUT of there and go back to school! Graduate, and you'll never have to put up with that kind of s*** again! Best advice I can give you.
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I've done the 3rd shift as a security guard for 4 years at a hotel in Massachusetts and unfortunately I had to remove guests from the building and had 35 people arrested. Most of the people I had encountered were either drunk or high on drugs. If i had come across a person on drugs I gave no warning at all just threw them out ( Hotel policy ) If it was a intoxicated person 2 warnings ( also hotel policy ) but as they say "they only come out at night"
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I had a much better night last night but all the same i don't think this is a career path for me. I really have always wanted to finish school, at least my assoc. degree if nothing else. Maybe working for a little while will allow me to pay for a decent trade program. Now if i could only decide what i want to be when i grow up, seeing as how professional student isn't in my price range.
There are many loan programs,grants and scholarships avaible in almost any field.Any college can point you towards these programs.Take advantage while you can even if it means going part time and working part time.Lots of people change their major several times,and any kind of degree can only help you down the road.
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Well, it's good to hear those discharged from my program are keeping busy.
LOL jk -- I work third and first shift with adjudicated youth. ...but I'd certainly take it over your night. I at least know my kids and which ones are liable to do something reckless. Sometimes, you can't avoid their recklessness, but at least you see it coming. Random people with wine in their pants... ...that's something else.
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I drove a cab on the overnight. You wanna know what frightened is? It's a job for Travis Bickle. Not for anyone normal.
No, it's NOT a career path! The only thing it is, is a story to tell your children about one day. When they're grown.
No, it's NOT a career path! The only thing it is, is a story to tell your children about one day. When they're grown.
Yes I have. 6 years of it. Mostly weeknights. No longer.
And yes there are/were a bunch of fucks come thru.
But it sounds like the one you are at has more problems in a week than I would see in 2 months.
Those might have been a little worse than normal nights but the point is, there WILL be more like it. It might be worse now cause the regulars see there is someone new and they think they can take advantage of you. That is the way some customers are, they see a new cashier and they figure they can pull one over.
Well look, here is my advice, - get the fuck off 3rd.
Gas stations are a cesspool for weirdos. If it means your job, so what, quit today. Your boss is not the one putting up with this, so to hell with him. I don't care what kind of a good guy he seems to be, he is watching out for his own interests.
Yes this sounds like a negative tone but I am not joking around. Me, I would shovel horse manure before working the graveyard at a gas station again.
OH and for packing heat - well of course you are not suppose to, BUT, on a job like that, you do what you have to to be safe. No one needs to know what you are carrying.
Now make that telephone call and tell your boss to shove it.
And yes there are/were a bunch of fucks come thru.
But it sounds like the one you are at has more problems in a week than I would see in 2 months.
Those might have been a little worse than normal nights but the point is, there WILL be more like it. It might be worse now cause the regulars see there is someone new and they think they can take advantage of you. That is the way some customers are, they see a new cashier and they figure they can pull one over.
Well look, here is my advice, - get the fuck off 3rd.
Gas stations are a cesspool for weirdos. If it means your job, so what, quit today. Your boss is not the one putting up with this, so to hell with him. I don't care what kind of a good guy he seems to be, he is watching out for his own interests.
Yes this sounds like a negative tone but I am not joking around. Me, I would shovel horse manure before working the graveyard at a gas station again.
OH and for packing heat - well of course you are not suppose to, BUT, on a job like that, you do what you have to to be safe. No one needs to know what you are carrying.
Now make that telephone call and tell your boss to shove it.
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my mother worked third shift at a gas station when she was younger... and after she had a gun in her face she quit....mind u she at the time was a good shot herself and also had security experience...
so yeah... no third shift....
so yeah... no third shift....
I love night time but...
thats when all the drunks, freaks, and destitudes come out. I worked at a motel for a few months during the gravey shift. Got all the calls like "the guy next door to me is snoring too loud" or "can I get some extra blankets?" and my favorite; a 70y/o asking me to come sing her to sleep. Unbelievable.. Join me in headed back to school. Enough with these hard labor jobs.. ggrrrr..
thats when all the drunks, freaks, and destitudes come out. I worked at a motel for a few months during the gravey shift. Got all the calls like "the guy next door to me is snoring too loud" or "can I get some extra blankets?" and my favorite; a 70y/o asking me to come sing her to sleep. Unbelievable.. Join me in headed back to school. Enough with these hard labor jobs.. ggrrrr..
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Based on that story alone, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!
What else do you need to see? A gun at your head over a bottle of beer because some poor pothead/alcoholic can't control his urges?
What else do you need to see? A gun at your head over a bottle of beer because some poor pothead/alcoholic can't control his urges?
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You know, I remember a third shift job I had many years ago. Upstairs from the store, lived an old, drunk blue blooder. She originally lived in a palace, out in Princeton Township (there are two Princetons: the Borough, which houses the University, and the town, and the Township, which surrounds the Borough as a doughnut would a hole), which tragically burned to the ground. Wouldn't have surprised me too much if it were from one of her possibly carelessly discarded cigarettes.
She rented a small apartment upstairs, and like a vampire, she only came out at night, often fully loaded. She was a widow. Her husband, all told, was a world renowned archeologist who had dug with the Leakeys. Every night, the old dowager would come downstairs, give me a twisted smile, and come in, and hang out with me for a while. She used to talk her head off about everything and anything. She had a vendetta against the local water utility; she blamed them for letting her house burn down. She railed against the bagel place across the street- she maintained that they were dealing drugs out of there if they had to be up and operating at 4:30 in the morning, and the bedrock of her thesis was "the little monkey loading the truck out there." She claimed that she loved to come down and talk to me, because I would listen to her, also because I was clearly preferable to the man who worked the nights I was off, a "distasteful, dreadful little Hebrew." That man, by the way, was regularly ribbed by me, with zingers about how her rather vocal anti-Semitism was really a thinly veiled desire to examine what lay inside his trousers.
Other overnight people used to joke with me that Mrs. So-and-So was down again last night, despondent that I wasn't there. Didn't bother me all that much. There are far worse denizens of the night who could've come in...indigents (yes, believe it or not, in Princeton), or unruly kids. Mrs. So-and-So was just a hilarious, pathetic old boozy racist. I think I heard later on that she lost the battle with alcoholism. To me, she was just another townie, really.
Ah, the overnight...
She rented a small apartment upstairs, and like a vampire, she only came out at night, often fully loaded. She was a widow. Her husband, all told, was a world renowned archeologist who had dug with the Leakeys. Every night, the old dowager would come downstairs, give me a twisted smile, and come in, and hang out with me for a while. She used to talk her head off about everything and anything. She had a vendetta against the local water utility; she blamed them for letting her house burn down. She railed against the bagel place across the street- she maintained that they were dealing drugs out of there if they had to be up and operating at 4:30 in the morning, and the bedrock of her thesis was "the little monkey loading the truck out there." She claimed that she loved to come down and talk to me, because I would listen to her, also because I was clearly preferable to the man who worked the nights I was off, a "distasteful, dreadful little Hebrew." That man, by the way, was regularly ribbed by me, with zingers about how her rather vocal anti-Semitism was really a thinly veiled desire to examine what lay inside his trousers.
Other overnight people used to joke with me that Mrs. So-and-So was down again last night, despondent that I wasn't there. Didn't bother me all that much. There are far worse denizens of the night who could've come in...indigents (yes, believe it or not, in Princeton), or unruly kids. Mrs. So-and-So was just a hilarious, pathetic old boozy racist. I think I heard later on that she lost the battle with alcoholism. To me, she was just another townie, really.
Ah, the overnight...
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Sometimes you need to have bad jobs to make you appreciate the good ones.
I didn't work third shift, but I worked second shift at one of the top ten most dangerous jobs for seven years. I was a Pizza deliverer. If you think the people you see are freaky, imagine walking into their homes.
I worked back and forth between two stores. One driver got hit with a bat (the guy who did it wanted to see what it would look like), one store got robbed (the guy held a knife to someone's throat), and a few drivers got jumped and their cars stolen. Knock on wood that never happened to me.
I didn't work third shift, but I worked second shift at one of the top ten most dangerous jobs for seven years. I was a Pizza deliverer. If you think the people you see are freaky, imagine walking into their homes.
I worked back and forth between two stores. One driver got hit with a bat (the guy who did it wanted to see what it would look like), one store got robbed (the guy held a knife to someone's throat), and a few drivers got jumped and their cars stolen. Knock on wood that never happened to me.
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worked at a Diamond Shamrock for 3 months, between the hours of 10 p.m. to 6 a.m., just across the street from UT in Arlington. during that time i had people running off with beer, hard-up drunks trying to buy beer at 4 a.m. (Come on, man...no one will know...), and chased off drunks sleeping on the property. Had the same guy run off with 3 12 packs of Keystone three times, saying "My kids gotta eat, man.".
I took to bringing my asp (retractable baton for you non-weaponry people out there) after only the first two days. when i finally quit, i felt so much better. no money is worth working the late night shift all on your own.
I took to bringing my asp (retractable baton for you non-weaponry people out there) after only the first two days. when i finally quit, i felt so much better. no money is worth working the late night shift all on your own.
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When I was 18, I delivered pizzas for a place that was open til 3am. After 11pm or so, my primary customer types were porn shoots which habitually tipped in lines of cocaine, and meth heads in trailer parks who wanted their pizzas at two in the morning. There was also a bum who called himself 'The Gregster' who hung out drinking outside the 7-11 across the street from my store. He claimed to have been, at various times, a Catholic priest, the defender of the nexus(he never quite explained what that one meant), a deep-cover CIA assassin, and a session musician for The Beatles.
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