Joining late to the party, but here's a story I rarely tell. I Guess to start off I'm the kind of person to help anyone out and doesn't ask for anything in return. I don't look for gratitude or anything, I just like to help out knowing I can make a difference to someone and as long as I know I've done my part, no one needs to really know. However, there was one time I did have the "I don't get paid enough for this shit" moment. I was working in a thrift store as a cashier one early morning when this homeless man walks in and he has these grocery bags tied to his feet (he was trying to use them as some kind of makeshift shoes). He seemed to have a good number of the bags tied and wrapped around his feet, to try the best he could to have some sort of protection from the ground. Anyways, he is trying to buy some shoes however, the only size we had that fit him were too expensive, so I called the manager to the front to see if maybe we could mark the prices down for him so he can have some shoes. After some time talking to my manager I convinced her to sell him the shoes and socks at discounted price (he didn't want us to pay for the shoes and he had some cash but not enough). Now here is where things get a bit out of hand. So the guy ends up sitting in a chair and he is trying to remove the bags from his feet but he is having difficulty reaching his feet and he didn't seem to be entirely there but I'm not sure on that part. Anyways he calls me over and asks me to help remove the bags from his feet. At first I was a bit hesitant because I didn't have any gloves or a face mask and I had no idea what to expect beneath the tattered, beaten up bags. After a moment of thinking about I decided to grab some scissors and help the man out. So here I am at a job I just started a month in with scissors on my knees cuttings plastic bags and as I start taking more and more off I realize that his feet were covered with what seemed to be dirt, mud and other things along with a putrid smell. I felt terrible for the man but at the same time that phrase kept running through my head. Eventually we got the bags off entirely, and he went outside to allow the remaining debris to fall off, to which I then proceeded to put the man's socks and shoes on. It was a pretty terrible time but I still feel good knowing I at least did everything I could to help