It never fails to effing well amaze me how many people will come in to my work, spend over an hour brousing the shelves for a movie, and then once they come to the counter go "Oh, yah, I don't have a membership". And just to top it all off they won't have any ID either, so we have no way of making them one, and then they act like *I'M* the jerk. I had 3 in a row tonight people. THREE!!!!! (can you feel my scowlin'?)
I miss having a hopping social life. Or mostly I just miss being around people who had things to say that I actually gave two shits about, not crap that I immediately tune out or roll my eyes at. As I get older I've been feeling more and more like a fish out of water. Or maybe it's my pond that needs changing. Or maybe that one hit wonder "flagpolesittah" was right, and only stupid people are breeding.
I've developed a love for this weird onion dip that my work carries. It disgusts me on a consious level because it barely contains anything close to real dairy products, but on a purely taste oriented level I'm ready to pick out china patterns.
"What Tyler had created was the shadow of a giant hand. Only now the fingers were Nosferatu-long and the thumb was too short, but he said how at exactly four-thirty the hand was perfect. The giant shadow hand was perfect for one minute, and for one perfect minute Tyler had sat in the palm of a perfection he'd created himself..."
-Brilliant. I Heart Chuck.
I miss having a hopping social life. Or mostly I just miss being around people who had things to say that I actually gave two shits about, not crap that I immediately tune out or roll my eyes at. As I get older I've been feeling more and more like a fish out of water. Or maybe it's my pond that needs changing. Or maybe that one hit wonder "flagpolesittah" was right, and only stupid people are breeding.
I've developed a love for this weird onion dip that my work carries. It disgusts me on a consious level because it barely contains anything close to real dairy products, but on a purely taste oriented level I'm ready to pick out china patterns.
"What Tyler had created was the shadow of a giant hand. Only now the fingers were Nosferatu-long and the thumb was too short, but he said how at exactly four-thirty the hand was perfect. The giant shadow hand was perfect for one minute, and for one perfect minute Tyler had sat in the palm of a perfection he'd created himself..."
-Brilliant. I Heart Chuck.
I had a lady bitch at me while at worktonight because we wouldn't honour her coupon for a free pop. Funny thing is, it wasn't our coupon. Hmmmm... lets see, how stupid to you have to be to bring some random coupon into a movie theatre, that has absolutely no affiliation with our line of service, and then get pissed off cause we won't validate it? The coupon was for a bottle of pop. We don't sell bottled pop, just in cups, with Ice. Then she had the audacity to talk to a manager and try and get me in trouble. wtf?
Moral of the Story... Don't go to work expecting to serve anyone with a brain cell count that isn't in the single digits.
Fight club... Good Stuff. Ciao
There are a lot of very well-off people that shop where I work, and you'd think that the fact that they're financially privileged would make them more courteous or nice or grateful or some shit, but no, they're the biggest assholes!
I know I try to be super nice to people in stores since I've been working in them since I was 16 years old, especially since I know what gets said about customers that are assholes to staff. But I guess that way we at least get the last laugh.
Okay, end rant.