This evening I will be having to test faulty games, and work will be fun, I can sense it already.
(Update on this: I just had to play Resident Evil Zero for a bit. Which is a type of game I suck at. I had to check if the game froze when I died, which was quite good because I was expecting to die very quickly.)
However, the day wasn't all sunshine. At about 6:50 a few Irish-sounding teens enquire about a PS2. Fair enough. Then they ask if they can look at the console. Odd request, it's in the box and the box is sealed. Then they ask for the box. No, it's not to be stolen. Then he's asked me to back away and let him take the console. Er, no. I'm a "brave lad" and he'll get "more people soon".
The odd thing is, he said this whilst also slating me because I didn't agree to the customer's demands. Actually, I did come out with quite a good line, all considering, by stating customers usually show a sign of paying.
Anyway, I'm a marked man! If you don't hear from me again, they've evidently come back to give me a good kicking in, huzzah.