| Small but annoying |
[Jan. 6th, 2010|10:10 pm] |
It's really easy to talk with your hands without realizing it, I realize this.
But why oh why do people feel the need to make typing motions in the air when asking if I can look something up for them in my catalogue? That's exactly how t goes, it's: "Excuse me, can you *typitty type type* check something for me?"
Which I totally can do for you, cheerfully, but while I'm doing it, a thousand little sarcastic responses are in my head.
"Why sure *bang head on desk* what's the title?"
"Yes, is it a piano book you need?"
"Don't be silly, we don't use keyboards anymore, now we just hum harmonically to the computer to indicate meaning."
It's not a big suck, but happens to me every...single...day. |
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| I could see them planning this all out at home in my head |
[Jan. 7th, 2010|08:15 pm] |
Dear Two Ladies coming through my line,
first off the place I work at, the current store your standing in, is a CORPORATE grocery store. Mostly located in the south.
We are NOT a antique shop or a thrift store.
You came in here at 9:58. TWO MINUTES BEFORE WE CLOSED. You went to the bakery to PULL OUT A BIG BOX OF DONUTS out from the BOTTOM OF OUR 'SCANNED OUT' CART which had a huge random assembly of all our bakery goods that sell by date is TOMORROW.
asking for a discount on them is the dumbest thing you could ever do. Oh the box is mashed and the donuts are smooshed a little bit? so you want a discount? maybe its because you pulled it from the bottom of a freaking cart full of bakery goods that go to donations for the needy :|
Oh they were on sale too? a dollar less for a box of donuts is not the end of the world. If you really wanted them you should of came in here at 7 am to grab it before anyone else could. why in the world do you think coming in two minutes before we close would be a good idea?
I almost understand if you were trying for the hell of it, But it seemed like your number one goal to come in here and get the donuts discounted. It was amazingly amusing that you two left here empty handed and made a disgusted "I cant believe this" mumbling over some donuts.
DONUTS!
Love, your Publix cashier that is appalled by your dumb
PS....DONUTS...friggin DONUTS! |
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| Repeatedly Witnessed Sucks |
[Jan. 6th, 2010|09:06 pm] |
Seriously, customers, do you really need to keep hauling carts to the bus stops and leaving them there? 'Cause, y'know, you're:
1) clogging up the bus shelters and obstructing sidewalks,
2) making extra, needless work for the bus boys, and
3) going to have to carry your bags on the bus anyway!
And it's not like these people have huge loads or anything. Just two to five bags. In the widest f'ing cart there is. The bus stops aren't that far away from the stores, either - always on a side of the parking lot adjacent to the store. Use your arms (for other than pushing), and set the bags on the ground while you're waiting. It won't nibble at your groceries, I swear. |
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| Too much candy gonna rot your soul |
[Jan. 7th, 2010|12:34 am] |
Well, I'm shit, and give up on that 30 days meme. I never would have been bothered enough to do the 'your year in immense detail' post & I'm about 10 posts behind now anyway so... sacking it off. Anyway,
Happy New Year, guys!
I haven't been on LJ in a while so I've probably missed all your posts about this - what is (are) your resolution(s)? Mine?
1. Get back to Japan.
2. Make 1,000 origami cranes.
3. Drop a dress size.
4. Learn sign language.
5. Get a new tattoo.
6. Watch 75 new films.
7. Read 26 new books.
8. Visit a new country.
9. Have a tarot card reading.
10. Send a message in a bottle.
... yes, that was a really shameless plug for my new blog. ssssh. |
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| Religious intolerance |
[Jan. 6th, 2010|11:24 pm] |
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A customer at the bookshop where my husband works thought it would be a good idea to scrawl 'FOR HELL...' on the spine of a copy of the Qu'ran and then write inside the front cover 'FALSE TEACHINGS, A LOT OF RUBBISH, SHOULD BE PUT IN THE BIN!'. Wow, thanks for the constructive, intelligent criticism. And, you know, for defacing merchandise. Unfortunately noone saw them do it.
And apparently they used to have a problem with someone repeatedly taking all the Bibles off the shelf and placing them in front of any books to do with Wicca. |
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| The Other Cheese Guy: From the Far Side of Christmas |
[Jan. 6th, 2010|04:56 pm] |
Or whatever winter holiday you espouse. Sorry to say, sad fact is, at my store the biggest day is December 24, followed by December 31. Hence... Christmas.
I'm not sure what it is about a season of peace, love and joy toward your fellow man that brings out the most bestial of monsters in people. I could posit over and over, with no avail. I feel, at heart, it's the stress we place on ourselves to make the season "perfect," not realizing that perfect doesn't ever happen, and with the atmosphere the season brings, "good enough" feels like perfect to everyone but ourselves.
But that's making excuses for these bastards.
( Issue One: On Your Emergency )
( Issue Two: On Corporate Society )
( Issue Three: On the Nature of Cheese )
I think that's all from my desk. More as my memories return, but I felt I should post soemthing having just started to come out of the haze. Good health, and keep strong. We service-workers have to support each other. Otherwise, who will?
( Cheesemonger's Pick of the Week ) |
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| Personal Training Suck |
[Jan. 7th, 2010|10:10 am] |
Hello, I am your friendly neighbourhood personal trainer. I like my job, and I love hearing my clients squee about fitting that dress/lifting that new highest weight/making that team. Really. It's awesome.
( But sometimes my clients really suck ) |
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| A couple of short-but-sucky...sucks. |
[Jan. 7th, 2010|04:07 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Tokyo | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | awake | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Hot Fuzz | ] |
I am an English teacher in Japan.
We are taught in training that Japanese parents do not like it when a teacher doesn't show up for class. It doesn't matter what the reason, or how good the sub is...if the teacher has to stay home, for any reason, it is almost guaranteed that they will be greeted with at least one parental complaint due to their absence.
I came down with a deadly (almost literally) combination of strep throat and pneumonia about a week before my school broke for Christmas. Now, I was hallucinating (rats, people staring at me form outside my apartment, fires in my bathroom) with a fever of 39.9/about 104 degrees on several occasions for a straight week. I could not talk. I could not breathe. I coughed so often and so hard that I cracked a rib. I have twelve bags of unfinished medication in front of me and six bags of finished antibiotics under them.
In short...I was a fucking mess.
So, of course, I received an angry letter from a parent telling me that I should not let my "personal problems interfere" with my job. (translation not mine)
Hey, guess what, lady? You have a four-year-old who had the swine flu earlier this year. You want me to cough on him? Really? Good job. That won't fix the population decline, you know.
Suck the second: (okay, maybe more of a WTF, but I found it a bit rude)
ME: oh, a me!
STUDENT: oh, a notme! (EDIT FOR CLARIFICATION: Adult student, not the parent of any of my kids, who does not know me.)
STUDENT: Are you married?
ME: Uh, no.
STUDENT: Do you have children?
ME: No, I don't.
STUDENT: Why not?
.............
ME: Uh...because...my apartment is really small?
It was the best answer I had. |
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| You're Confused or Scamming, but I DID Charge You the Right Amount |
[Jan. 6th, 2010|08:21 pm] |
I had two elderly* women in today. One of them ordered a toasted sandwhich ($6.95) and coffee ($3.50) the other a toasted Turkish bread ($8.95.) I tallied it all up ($19.40) when they told me they wanted to pay seperately and I had to void the tally. I remember very clearly what they paid because the archaic til refused to void and I ended up having to cash it off to start again, so the till would be down $19.40. Not their fault, but I remembered them clearly because of it.
Lady #1 pays for her $6.95 sandwhich. All well and good. Lady #2 pays for her $8.95 Turkish bread and $3.50 coffee = $12.45. No problem.
The problem started when the boss/owner asked me to sort out their complaint, they claimed to have been overcharged and weren't making much sense. Lady #2 complained that she had been charged $12.50 for an $8.95 Turkish bread. I realised I had gotten confused and had charged Lady #2 for Lady #1's coffee. (The way they had been talking to me, I honestly thought Lady #2 had ordered the coffee.) I apologised for the mix-up and explained that it was merely a matter of Lady #1 giving Lady #2 the $3.50. Lady #1 said she had been charged for her coffee.
This is when I understood what my boss had meant about them not making any sense. Lady #1 KNEW she had been charged $6.95 but insisted that was for the sandwhich and coffee. I even brought over a menu to show her that the sandwhich all on its own was $6.95 and that her friend had been charged for her coffee, nope, she had still paid for both sandwhich and coffee. I went back to my boss and told him that they were either thoroughly confused or scamming us but I had definitely charged them right, and he told me not to give them their money. He's good like that; he'll always refund if there's any doubt, but if he's absolutely sure that we are in the right, he doesn't give a crap about the 'customer is always right' rubbish.
In the end, they stood in front of our till and refused to leave until they got their money. This is at lunchtime so we had to give them the $3.50 in order to serve other customers. I have to admit, having a boss who has no tolerance for people trying to scam us with the 'customer is always right' crap (he's a sole operator, so if he wants to tell a customer where they can stick ther entitlement, he can, and the buck stops with him) I have very little exposure to having to cave when you KNOW you are right, and I know this is very minor in compared to the transgressions of other customers who are quite clearly in the wrong, but.... grrr.
*I mention them being elderly because it's possible they just got confused. I work with the elderly, they do that. I doubt it, but they could have. |
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| My imagination is not creative enough to invent this (#2) |
[Jan. 6th, 2010|12:14 am] |
Still irks me after two whole days off, so I'm gonna just get it out.
Backstory: Photo lab. Me. I ended up staying one hour past quitting time of 10pm (although my store is open 24/7) because of frustrating problems with my photo printer -- AFTER a tech was already there to fix it.
Guy 1: You came in shortly before 10pm. I am very obviously trying to resolve machine issues, not 10 feet from where you sat at the self-ordering photo kiosk. I already helped place your order. Why do you insist on (politely) asking me every 30-90 seconds if your CD and 10 prints are done?! Shut up and let me concentrate so I can try to go home on time.
Guy 2: I answer the phone, and it's now past 11pm. I am still punched in on the timeclock, so I try to multi-task by helping you while I tidy up before finally going home. You ask about...romance DVDs. I'm not Blockbuster or Netflix, but whatev. I knew BestBuy and other retailers around were closed for the night. We have a *tiny* assortment of DVDs left. Your choices were G-Force, Cloudy w/ Meatballs, or My Best Friend's Wedding. That's it, no joke, unless you find Elmo stimulating.
But then you launch into some book title or other and start a running monologue about romance and relationships. And if that wasn't enough, you try to get acquainted with a female store employee by asking my age and marital status?? I humored you by answering your request to tell you about myself: "I'm tired, I'm AN HOUR late leaving work, I'm having machine problems. What else do you want to know about me?" You just don't know when to give up, do you? "Anything STORE RELATED I can help you with?" You sounded surprised that I would even dare to hang up on you, although I probably should've after the first minute. I thought about asking for your name and phone number so I could report it to my store manager. The overnight manager was at my photo counter next to me during the entire exchange. I swear, if you ever call me like that again..... |
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| No, we can't give you free stuff because you abandoned your child with us... |
[Jan. 6th, 2010|12:45 am] |
I work in a family-owned corner store. We sell you beer and overpriced groceries, and we make you pizzas and sandwiches. Typically there is a cashier (me) and a deli person working. No manager.
As part of the family-store dynamic, now and then our bosses' daughter will drop off her sons (ages 7 and 9) with us while she's running errands. The sons have been raised in and around the store, so when they're dropped off they'll sometimes sit out back and play on their PSP, but most times they'll prepare pizzas or sandwiches for themselves and have the deli person cook them, or if they're really bored they'll help me bag customer's items and answer the phones and take orders. People love seeing them and the boys get a really big kick out of helping.
It's never a problem, and part of the job description is pretty much keeping an eye on them and helping them with anything that involves our oven. These kids know how everything runs and are never underfoot or annoying, and are sometimes even really helpful when we get busy. When their mom picks them up she grabs whatever they helped make, plus maybe a few other items from the shelves, and leaves without paying because hey, her dad owns the place.
Last week, a woman ran into our store, shoved her six year old daughter at the register, and ran out without another word. I was throughly confused, ran outside, couldn't see the woman anywhere, and so I came in and asked the little girl what was up.
She informed me "Momma says if I work here for a little while we'll get free food."
What?!
My coworker and I debated over what to do for a bit, and decided to call the cops if the mom didn't return in 5 minutes. After the 5 minutes were up, we did call the cops and told them that a woman had left her very young child at our store, and they sent out a cruiser to check on the situation. It took a little while, and we tried to keep the little girl happy and calm while we waited, while also dealing with customers and phone orders. At around the same time the cops showed up, the mother returned, and explained to us and the police that she'd "seen kids working behind the counter before," and had "seen their mom pick them up," and that she'd gotten "free food as a result." She apparently thought this meant that if she left her daughter in our care for 20 minutes to work for us, she would be able to get free food as "payment."
We left it to the cops to figure out, and she left soon after with her daughter in hand, so I'm not sure what happened there. After telling our boss about it he forbade his grandkids to help out anymore, so now if they get dropped off they have to sit out back and can't help with anything. Which they hate.
Just...really? If she had even talked to us instead of PUSHING HER KID IN WITH NO EXPLANATION it might have been...at least...SORT of reasonable and we could have explained to her how wrong her assumption was. But she didn't. And her poor daughter was freaked out the entire time. I'm just not sure what kind of mentality you'd have to have to assume that any store in the world would have a "drop off your 6-year old child for slave labor and you get free stuff!" promotion, but...geesh. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 5th, 2010|10:13 pm] |
I work at a game store.
Today, I was helping a chatty, cheerful woman and her husband and two kids pick out some games for the Wii. Quite suddenly, with no warning, the boy, who is about 8-10 years old, grabs himself and yells that he has to pee. We have no restrooms available, so I direct them to the Starbuck's across the parking lot. The kid yells that he can't wait, in a very pained voice, and then suddenly he begins to pee himself. The urine stain spreads down the leg of his pants, and the father and I cringe. Poor kid. Noticing this, the cheerful woman directs her husband to take her son outside.
Once they are out there and she and her hyperactive five year old daughter are left, she turns to me with a big smile on her face and says, "Well, that's what he gets for not going before we left! Now, can you recommend any racing games?"
She shopped for about fifteen more minutes. Shopped. Slowly. While her young son stood outside, in the dark and cold, with his father, standing in his urine-soaked pants. Sometimes she would ask me about what games her daughter might like, and I would try to answer her as quickly as possible, hoping that she would make her choice and take her child home so he could change into some dry clothes. At one point, the father, who didn't look too happy, came in the store and asked her if the kid could sit on her coat. She said, "Oh sure, we can just wash it later. I'm almost finished."
At the end of the transaction, once she had carefully debated the merits of such games as My Sims Racing and We Cheer, she told me her son has a weak bladder because of a birth defect and that he hasn't had this problem since he was a baby, all while her five year old daughter is hanging on the door and screaming like a banshee, perhaps in order to attract the attention of her father. I have no idea. Once she finished, she called her son to the door (still in his wet pants) and showed him the game she picked out for him. The kid looked miserable.
I am still appalled. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 6th, 2010|01:51 pm] |
So guys let me give you a scenario.
1. A man.
2. Another man behind him.
a. Who isn't major but is very annoying.
3. A larger bottle of ranch dressing.
a. This bottle IS half off.
4. A smaller bottle of ranch dressing.
a. This bottle IS NOT half off.
( More on exhibit 1 ) |
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| Er... what? |
[Jan. 5th, 2010|02:23 pm] |
Dear sir,
If you've been playing this instrument for years, how do you:
A) Not know you need a mouth piece in order to play this?
B) Not know that you're missing a piece in addition to the mouth piece?
C) Not know that a mouth piece is under a foot long?
or
D) Not know that what you own, are holding and played for years is a clarinet?
I understand that if you don't play something for a while, you can fall out of practice, but how do you not know its name? Also, the fact you're carrying around an "as assembled as it can get" clarinet with no case makes this a million times more sketchy to me. I don't know what just happened here.
Confused,
Summer |
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| Updates, clarifications, and general ramblings |
[Jan. 5th, 2010|01:36 pm] |
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Hello to all the wonderful woodparents-
Here we are at the beginning of yet another wonderful year. The shop is buzzing with the sounds of puppet making, even though it is cold we work on. There will be a lot of BIG new changes in store for the woodbabies in '10. As many of you already know we are having a sale until Jan.15, this sale covers all of our normal stock puppets including custom orders, however it will not include hand sculpted or limited production creatures. There are also some changes to the general ordering of woodbabies, such as we will no longer be casting in a rainbow anymore our general production will be only black or brown. This does not mean the colors are gone only that we will be charging for custom colors. Last year we got a lot of positive feedback from everyone about the magnetic saddle, that being said starting this year we will be casting all our puppets with "belly buttons" as they have come to be called into all our creatures. As we introduce new breeds of woodbabies some of them will be standard with mag saddles, this will help to enhance the realism of the woodbaby and set it apart from the "competition". This year we will also be doing a limited number of certain creatures, to be announced later this month, so each one will be hand numbered to only 100 pieces. Sadly this year also says goodbye to the "crystal" series of puppets, due to the price and availability of the resin requiered. Some times we may find one hiding in a corner and try to get it out to a show, but we will not be looking very hard for them. If you run into one at a show adopt it fast they are a dead breed. Later this year there is a rumor of a very special one time run of 15 hand numbered pieces from a private art project that Master Bob is working on now. More info to come later. Currently some old favorites are being revived for another shot at greatness and some of the current range will be unavailable for a short time due to being resculpted for greater realism. Realism is a word we will use a lot this year because it is high time to seperate ourselves from our competition. We look forward to a great new year with help from everyone |
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| Confessions of a Phone Goddess |
[Jan. 5th, 2010|01:05 pm] |
PG: "You're asking if [shipping company] employees get discounts at [competition]?"
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PG: "No, they don't." |
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| Just a Quickie |
[Jan. 4th, 2010|10:32 pm] |
Dear customers:
It takes me about a minute to find your shoes in the back room. Maybe a few seconds over, but not very many. You can go that long without making out with your S.O. Really. I promise you. You can.
Yours,
Patiently Waiting For You Two to Separate So I Can Hand the Shoes Over |
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| Yay for first time posting! |
[Jan. 4th, 2010|08:42 pm] |
I work for a cafeteria that serves students that go to the college, where a demon is the mascot. I expected college students to be mature, and for the most part they are.
But you, Mr. Exception, are not. I guess you think it's so funny to break out the bottom of the salt shakers, then place them back down, so when someone lifts it, it spills out all over the table. And also so very hilarious for you to put ICE IN THE NAPKIN DISPENSERS. But, oh. That's because you don't have to clean it up.
Also: I guess a lot of you students think since there are people wiping tables after you leave, they should also pick up all your dishes, napkins, and food crumbs, which you somehow get spread -all- over the table. Thanks oh so much for the added work. Your mother would be ashamed! |
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| I'm stealing your children. |
[Jan. 4th, 2010|04:11 pm] |
I'm a ski instructor at a family operated mountain. Since it is owned by a family, we are very family orientated and we get a LOT of children's lessons. If the parent doesn't pay for a private lesson, they'll get grouped into one giant pile of children, with about one instructor per four kids. The ages that I get range from 2-7, and my biggest lesson ever was 20 kids. It's hard work keeping track of each kid's parents, so they get a number on their lift ticket and the parent gets a matching one.
When you are given the tickets you are told: "DO NOT LOSE THIS TICKET. WE CAN'T RETURN YOUR CHILD WITHOUT IT."
WHY OH WHY do parents lose those tickets?! It is set up exactly like a normal lift ticket, you could just ATTACH IT TO YOURSELF. In fact, our lovely desk workers ENCOURAGE YOU TO. And then, when you lose the ticket, and can't prove that you are the owner of the child, you throw a hissy fit and demand to speak to the owner/supervisor/manager.
I am preventing your child from being STOLEN. PLEASE STOP YELLING AT ME!
YOU tell your child that YOU lost the ticket, don't pin me as being the bad person that won't give them up!
The worst part is the "good" kids' parents always have their tickets.
It's always the screamers, whiners, criers, crawlers and climbers that get stuck with me for half an hour into my 45 minute lunch break.
Ihateyouall.
(edited for some grammar mistakes and a clarification for non-skiers/ riders)
( a picture of the ticket they are given ) |
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