Juri

This notice serves as an official final warning issued to Ms. Juri Hunters for disorderly conduct (as recorded on CCTV and scanners) as mentioned below:

23/5/18- Yelled at a customer to 'fuck off' after she was asked to add Hi-Float to all the balloons.

23/5/18- Spat at said customer when she was asked why she was not adding Hi-Float.

23/5/18- Repeatedly yelled 'fuck off, bitch!" when customer asked to speak to the manager

28/5/18- Clocking in 2 hours late

28/5/18- Caught drinking alcohol on the premises

31/5/18- Repeatedly yelling at customer's son as he walked towards her

3/6/18- Threw an empty cannister at cashier after she was told she had filled the wrong balloons

The abovementioned acts have been deemed unruly behaviour and will face legal ramifications should they persist.

Witnesses:

Manager: Ms Phillipa Theodore

Mr Jan Kloppers

Juri snorted as she scrolled through her e-mail. It wasn't just her broken air-con that was causing her to boil. They could shove their job up their sanctimonious asses for all she cared.  Aside from the drinking, the other incidents could have been perfectly explained, but if they chose to see things from only one side, then so be it.

She slammed her door, cracking her shoulders as she pulled close the side-mirror of the car beside her. It eased her nerves hearing it creak slightly as she walked into the garage shop in desperate need of a cup of coffee. Perhaps a scone or two and a doughnut would go down as well. She grabbed a box of Astro's and a packet of Tumbles off the shelf as she walked to the counter at the back.

She had always had a gift of quick hands. She made a play for items before she had really even thought about it. She walked slowly towards the coffee stand, her eyes raking over the mini-vicks tubs. No one saw the blur as she walked nor did they notice the way the pockets of her wide-legged pants sagged just a bit...

"Sisi?" Dark purple nails bore into her arms. "Really, my girl?" The amusement was rife in her voice. "Hai wena, huh uh."

Fuck.

Perhaps she wasn't as fast as she once was.

Juri lifted her arms, surrender clear in her motions as she followed the woman to the manager's office. The knock was muted against the thick plastic coating before they were beckoned into the room.

"Tsotsi." The woman nodded towards her. "She looks all nice but her pockets are filled to her ass." Juri chose to ignore the disdain in the woman's voice as she stared at the man in front of her. She shook her head, barely believing her luck...

"Fuck my soul."