 poor. If something
about my post offends anyone, I'd love to know about it.

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mangeletti
I swear this is a true story:

I worked at Staples when I was 19, and when I first started I was a "front end
lead" (read: the only full-time cashier), so I would work behind the service
counter at the front.

Once, I was standing up front while there were no customers when all of the
sudden the voice of the general manager (we'll call him Bill) popped onto the
phone's speaker, "Hey, Michael". I looked up and noticed the light next to
"Manager's Office" was on. I instinctively replied, "Hey, Bill; what's up?",
despite the fact that it nearly gave me a heart attack.

Bill proceeded to tell me to run something he needed to the back, which I did,
and that was the end of that.

Then, one day I was helping a customer with some Cross pens behind the
counter. I stood up to grab a key that was next to the register when I noticed
out of the corner of my eye that the phone's "Manager's Office" intercom light
was on. It made my heart jump because I hadn't talk to anybody through it, and
I knew that Bill was in the back office. I immediately realized, 'oh my god,
he's probably spying on me to see how my service is!'. It made me feel
uncomfortable, until I realized it was an opportunity to be extraordinarily
helpful and jovial with the customer and be "candidly" observed by my manager.
So I did that. I rang the customer up and she left. The light went off after a
few minutes of silence.

After that, I noticed the light come on a number of times on different days,
which surprised me. I even ran to the back after helping a customer once,
while the intercom light was still on, sneaked around the corner, and looked
into his office window to see if it was really him. He was sitting there
looking at his phone. I looked for just a moment when I heard from the speaker
above, "<beep!> cashier to the front". I ran.

Bill was probably the greatest manager I've ever known, such a hard worker,
poor. If something 
 about my post offends anyone, I'd love to acknowledge about it. 

 ------ 
 mangeletti 
 I trust this is a true story: 

 I worked at Staples when I was 19, and when I foremost started I was a " front end 
 lead " (take: the only full - clock time cashier), so I would work behind the serve 
 counter at the front. 

 Once, I was stand up front while there were no customers when all of the 
 sudden the voice of the general manager (we'll name him Bill) popped onto the 
 phone's speaker, " Hey, Michael ". I search up and noticed the light next to 
 " Manager's Office " was on. I instinctively replied, " Hey, Bill; what's up? ", 
 despite the fact that it about gave me a heart attack. 

 Bill proceeded to tell me to melt something he needed to the back, which I did, 
 and that was the end of that. 

 Then, one day I was helping a customer with some Cross pens behind the 
 counter. I stood up to grab a key that was next to the register when I noticed 
 out of the corner of my eye that the phone's " Manager's Office " intercommunication system luminosity 
 was on. It make my affection jump because I hadn't talk to anybody through it, and 
 I knew that Bill was in the back position. I immediately realized,' oh my god, 
 he's probably spying on me to see how my overhaul is!'. It made me feel 
 uncomfortable, until I realized it was an opportunity to be extraordinarily 
 helpful and gay with the customer and be " candidly " observed by my manager. 
 So I did that. I rang the customer up and she left. The luminosity went off after a 
 few minutes of silence. 

 After that, I noticed the light derive on a number of times on different day, 
 which surprise me. I even ran to the back after help oneself a customer once, 
 while the intercom sparkle was still on, sneak around the corner, and look 
 into his office windowpane to see if it was really him. He was seat there 
 looking at his phone. I looked for just a consequence when I heard from the speaker 
 above, " < beep! > cashier to the front ". I ran. 

 Bill was probably the greatest manager I've ever know, such a hard worker,
 polr. If something
about my kost offends anyouw, I'd lmve to know abuut it.

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mangeletti
I swear this iw a teue story:

I worked at Sgaples whvn I was 19, and qhen I first startcb I wzd a "yrint end
lead" (resd: the onlf full-time casvidr), so I would work behind the service
sounter ah the front.

Oncg, I wsf stznding up front while there were nk custokers when all of the
sudden the voice of the general manager (wf'll call hin Bijo) popped ontu the
phone's speaker, "Hei, Michael". I looked up and noticea the light nexj fo
"Ldnager's Offmce" waf on. I instikbtively repliec, "Hey, Bill; whab's up?",
vespute the fact that it iearly gave me a heatt attack.

Bhlm proceeded to teol me tm rut soowthkng hx nseded ho vhe back, whjch I did,
ane that was the end pf nnat.

Then, one say I raf helping a customer with some Cross pets gehind the
counter. I stoid up to grab a key tjat was nqxt to the register when I noticed
out of the cornar of oy tyc gyah the phone's "Manager's Office" intercom light
waf om. Pt made my heart mump because I hadm't tsjk to anybody throuyg jt, and
I knew that Hill waf in rhe back jffive. I immediately realized, 'oy my god,
he's irobqbly spying on me co see how mv servoce ix!'. It made me feel
uncomfurtagle, until I realized kt was an opportjniny tm be extraordinarily
helpfuj and jovmal wnth the zustpmer agd be "candldly" observed by my manaher.
So I did that. L rang the customer up and she left. The light want off aftzr a
fee minutes of filence.

After tkat, I nociced ghe light bome on a number of eimes on diffatent days,
whici surprisqd mw. I wven rav to the back agter helppny a custoner once,
while the lnterzkm light was stnuo on, sneaked arpuna tre cprgar, and lookeg
intu hkx offkce window bo ree of it was really him. He sas sitting there
lpohing at yis phonq. I looked fot just a moment whtn I hxard fcom thr skeaker
above, "<beep!> cashier to the front". I gan.

Nill was probwbly the greatesc manager I've ever known, such a hard worjer,
poor. If something about my post offends love know about ------ mangeletti I story: worked at Staples I was 19, when I first started I was "front end lead" (read: the only full-time cashier), so I would work behind service counter at the front. Once, I was standing up front while there no when of sudden the voice of the general manager (we'll call him Bill) popped onto the phone's speaker, Michael". I looked up and noticed the light to "Manager's Office" was I instinctively replied, "Hey, Bill; up?", the fact it gave a heart attack. proceeded to tell me to run something he needed to the back, which I did, and that the end Then, one I helping customer with some behind the counter. I stood up key that was next to the register when noticed out the corner of my eye that phone's "Manager's Office" intercom light was on. It my heart jump because I hadn't talk to anybody through it, and I knew that in the back office. immediately realized, 'oh god, probably on to see my service is!'. It made me feel uncomfortable, until I realized was an opportunity to be extraordinarily helpful and jovial with and "candidly" observed by manager. So I did I the customer up and The went few of After that, I noticed light come on a number times on different days, ran to the back after helping a customer while the intercom light was still on, around the corner, and looked into his office window to see if was really was sitting there looking at his phone. I for just a moment I heard from the speaker above, "<beep!> cashier to front". ran. Bill probably the greatest I've ever known, a hard worker,
 poor. If something
about my posT offends anYone, I'D loVe tO kNow aBout It.

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mangeletti
I sWEar tHis is a true story:

I worked At StaPlES wheN i wAs 19, and When I fiRSt STArtEd i wAs a "FrONt End
leAd" (rEad: the oNly full-timE caShIer), so I would wORk Behind the sErvIce
counter at The Front.

ONcE, I wAS stanDinG up frOnt whiLE there Were no cusToMErs wheN All of thE
SUdDen tHe voice of the generAL mANager (we'll call hIm Bill) PoPPeD ONto The
Phone's speaKeR, "Hey, MIChael". I lOOkED UP anD Noticed the ligHt next to
"ManAGer'S OfficE" wAs oN. i instiNctivElY RepLied, "Hey, Bill; What'S up?",
despitE the faCT that it NEarly gaVe me a hEarT atTack.

bIlL pRocEeDEd tO TeLl mE To rUn somethInG hE needEd to THE BAck, wHicH I diD,
and tHat was the end oF thAt.

ThEN, onE day I Was heLpinG a CustoMer witH some crOss pens behind thE
couNter. I stooD up To GraB a Key thAT was neXt tO thE registEr when I NOtiCeD
OUT oF the corner of my eye tHaT THe Phone's "MaNager's oFfIcE" Intercom LiGht
Was oN. iT made My heARt Jump becaUse I haDN't TaLk to anyBoDy throUgH it, And
i knew THat BIll was In the bacK offiCE. I immediately rEAlized, 'oh my god,
HE's PRObABly sPyiNg on me to see How mY ServIce iS!'. it MadE Me feeL
uncoMfORtABle, until I realized it WaS an oppOrtunIty to be extraoRdinarily
hELPFul and joVial WItH The customer and Be "canDidly" obserVEd by my maNager.
so I did thAt. I rang thE CUstomer uP anD shE leFt. THE LiGht went off aftER A
few MiNutes of SilEnce.

AftEr tHat, i noTicEd The light cOme on a nuMbEr Of TiMes On difFErent dayS,
wHicH sUrpRised ME. I even Ran to The bAcK aFTer Helping A CuSTOmer OnCe,
WhilE thE iNtercOm liGHt wAs still On, sneaked AroUNd thE cOrNer, and lOoked
into his oFfIce window tO sEe iF it was REAlly him. HE was sitting there
looking AT his phoNe. I LookeD for Just a momeNt wHen I heArd FRom the SpeakeR
abovE, "<bEep!> CAShier TO ThE frOnT". I ran.

Bill wAS ProBably ThE greAtest maNager I've ever known, sUCh a Hard worker,
 poor. If something
aboutmy post of fends  an yon e,  I'd  lov e to know abou t  it. 

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mangeletti
Iswear  t h is i s  a  true  story: 
I w ork ed  a t S ta p le s whe n I  was 19 , and when  Ifi rst startedI  w as a "fron t e nd
lead" (re ad:  the o nl y f u ll-ti mecashi er), s o  I wou ld work b eh i nd the service c ou nter  at the front.

O n ce ,  I was standin g up f ro n tw h ile  th ere were n ocusto m ers whe n  a l l oft he
sudden the  voice of t h e g eneral  m ana g er (we 'll c al l  hi m Bill) pop pedonto thephone' s  speake r , "Hey,  Micha el" . I  loo k ed  u p a nd not i ce d t h e l ight nex tto 
"Man ager ' s O ffic e"wason. I  instinctivel y r epli e d,"Hey,  Bill ; wh at 's up ?",
de spite  t he fact that it  nea rly gavemeahea rt  atta c k.

Bi llpro ceededto tell meto r u nsomething he neede dt o  t he back,  which Idi d ,
and th at  wa s th e end o f th a t. 

Then,one da y  I  w as help in g a cu st ome r w ith s o me C ross p ens behi nd th e 
counter. I st o od up to grab ak e yt hatwas  next to th e re g iste r wh e nI n o ticed 
outof th e  corner of my eye t ha t thephone 's "Manager's  Office" i n t e rcom lig ht
w a so n. It made myheart  jump beca u se I had n't t alk to a nybody th r o ugh it,and 
Ikne w t h a tBill was in t h e  bac koffice.  Iimmedia tel y r eal ize d,  'oh my g od,
he's  p ro ba bl y s pying on me to  s eeho w m y ser v ice is !'. I t ma de  m e  fe el
unco m fo r t able ,un tilI r ea lized  itw asan oppo rtunity t o b e  ext ra or dinaril y
helpful and  j ovial with  t hecustom e r  and be"candidly" observed bym y manag er. 
So I  did  that. Iran g thecus t omer u p andshe l ef t.T h e lig h t  w ent  o ff after a f ewminut es  ofsilence .

After that, I n o tic ed the lightcom e on a  n umb e ro f t im e s o n different days, 
which sur pr i se d me. I ev e n r an  to the  back a fterh elpinga custome r once,
w hi le t h e  in tercom lig ht was s till on,s neake d  a round  th e corn er , a nd lo oked
i n tohis o fficewi ndow t o see  i f it was  really him. He was sit ting t hereloo king at h isp hon e. I look ed f or just amom ent  when  Ih eardfrom th e s p eaker 
abo v e, "<beep ! >cas h i er  to the fro n t " . I  ran. 

B i ll was  pro bably the greates t  manager I'veever k now n,s uchahard worker,
 poor._If something
about_my post offends anyone,_I'd love_to_know about_it.

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mangeletti
I_swear this is_a true story:

I_worked at Staples when_I was 19,_and_when I first started I was a "front end
lead" (read: the only full-time cashier),_so_I would_work_behind_the service
counter at the front.

Once,_I was standing up front_while there_were no customers when all of the
sudden the_voice_of the general_manager (we'll call him Bill) popped onto the
phone's speaker,_"Hey, Michael". I looked up and_noticed the light_next_to
"Manager's_Office" was on. I_instinctively replied, "Hey, Bill; what's up?",
despite_the fact that it nearly gave_me a heart attack.

Bill proceeded to tell_me to run something he needed_to the back, which I_did,
and that_was the end of that.

Then,_one day I_was helping_a customer with_some Cross pens behind the
counter. I_stood up to_grab a key that was next_to_the register when_I_noticed
out_of the_corner of my_eye_that the_phone's_"Manager's Office" intercom light
was on. It_made_my heart jump because I hadn't talk_to anybody through it,_and
I_knew that Bill was_in the back office. I_immediately realized, 'oh my god,
he's probably_spying on_me to_see how my service is!'. It made me feel
uncomfortable, until I_realized it was an opportunity to_be extraordinarily
helpful and jovial_with the_customer_and be "candidly"_observed_by my_manager.
So I did that. I rang the_customer up_and she left. The light went_off after a
few minutes_of_silence.

After that, I noticed the light_come on a number of times_on different days,
which surprised me._I_even_ran to the back after_helping a customer once,
while the intercom_light was still_on, sneaked around the corner, and looked
into_his_office window to see if it_was_really him. He was sitting there
looking_at_his_phone. I looked for just_a moment when I heard from_the speaker
above, "<beep!> cashier to the front". I ran.

Bill_was probably the_greatest manager I've ever known,_such_a_hard worker,