Each little piece of plastic costs 1 dollar, people are forced to buy 30, even if they product we are making for them takes 9 pieces.
I spent 50 minutes in training today, then the cute Arabian chick told me I could leave and to practice at home. Ended up doing the usual, holy shit I suck ass, I need to improve otherwise I'm a failure thing and spent 5 hours practicing building lamps out of plastic cards.
I'm crazy, I know.
I don't even have the job yet. Although, from the amount of information I got through my 40 minutes of training, I probably got the job. She went through procedure for closing(oddly not opening) and how to use the cash register and pretty much told me policy on handling customers. Bright side of things is it's highly discouraged to be a douchy kiosk worked who throws shit in your face and bothers you are you walk by.