I was working as a manager at a grocery store at the time and for some reason the owner felt change was necessary in the company and decided to shake things up by firing a whole bunch of people for no apparent reason. Ten years later I still don't know why she did it. During this process of employee renewal she brought in a couple of yo-yos that likely had forged resumes. I remember one of them whose name was Johnny Rapo.
He came in for his first shift and he had the most disheveled appearance I'd ever seen. His shoes were considerably worn and his big toe was poking through. On his breaks he took a felt pen from the manager's office to color his big toe black so it was no longer visible through his shoe. His sole was also detaching on his left shoe and he had a piece of rope tied around it to hold it together. He had a big gut, no ass and therefore his pants kept slipping down and his ass crack was always visible. He also had the habit of tucking in his shirt which was always coming out of his pants. He was balding and had a cheesy moustache and horrible body odor from the rings that formed around his sweaty pits.
I was introduced to him and he was supposed to show me how things were done. He wouldn't stop talking. Three hours had passed and we hadn't done a damn thing but he kept on babbling about himself and all of these high positions he had in the past and all of his so-called accomplishments. He then gave me a book on positive thinking that he wanted me to read for the next day. I told him that I wasn't a big reader.
He continued to drone on as he tried to justify himself. I couldn't take it anymore and finally walked away from him. And what did he do? He followed me. I ignored him and started to work stock to the shelf and he just stood there talking about the past.
The days turned into weeks and the man that was going to school me in grocery hadn't done a damn thing except yap. I remember thinking about him one night and then it hit me: he knew nothing about the job and that was why he wasn't doing anything because he didn't know what to do. But he knew enough about grocery stores in general to b.s. his way through the interview, but now he had got himself into trouble when it came to operating at store level. I think he thought it was going to be a desk job.
Then one day I came into work and the owner told me I was going to be working alone as she had fired Johnny. Then only minutes later Johnny walked through the door dressed for work and started to examine the aisles and instruct people on what to do. I walked over to him and said, "What are you doing here?"
He looked at me and said, "I hate quitting a job and leaving loose ends, so I decided to finish things up."
He came in for a month until the owner finally called the police and had him hauled away.