Typical Vegas work ethic. Hate their jobs, Hate the whole physical concept of work, hate the customers for making them work, hate their lives, and just want to go home and get drunk. Not to mention: bad social skills, limited vocabulary, inability to problem solve, and lack of basic mathematical skills.
This is the T-mobile near Aliante Station and the North Las Vegas DMV. Nice area, but you still can't get good service here.
The most f*cked up thing was that you can't even ask these motherf*ckers a simple question. All I asked was: "How much is roaming charges if you make a call outside of Nevada?" and the lady said she couldn't answer that question without my social security number. Why the f*ck would they need a motherf*cking social security number to answer a basic question like that? Gimme a f*cking break.