||[Dec. 15th, 2010|12:34 am]
So haven't posted in like... forever maybe? And this one is to complain. So don't bother reading it unless your prepped for crazy rant about nothing important.
It is my job to serve you. I do so in the most happy and polite manner that I can muster, regardless of how I am currently feeling. However, when you begin to scream at me or my coworkers for things that are your own fault, I hate you. A lot.
Firstly to the crazy customer who decided to scream at me the other day. You walked into the store while I was trying to eat. That's fine. While you were browsing the store to get your drinks and snacks, I washed my hands than waited for you at the register. You were polite at first. We exchanged the required pleasantries, joked about how hard it is to find parking this time of year, and whined a bit about how cold it is out. This is the typical flow of conversation one would expect. You hand me a $100 bill, I count out your change, all is good with the world. Have a great day! So you are now walking out the door, I quickly rinse off my hands in the sink and go back to trying to eat my sandwich. SUDDENLY YOU ARE SCREAMING!?!? I assure you sir that I did not wash my hands under the belief that you are a filthy human person. That thought did not cross my mind. But I am eating finger food. And money is rather disgusting. Not your money in particular, but just in general money is a filthy item. This is flu season. I am unhealthy enough without catching a cold over something so stupid as not washing my hands. Something EVERYONE should do before they pick up food.
Than you just got crazier...
Yes sir I am allowed to eat while working. Is this so surprising? I do not expect you to know that I am in the middle of a 10 hour shift and this is my first meal since yesterday. I was happy enough to explain to you that I have a stomach condition and I need to eat at specific times (or constantly). This isn't something you really need to care about. But still... the 'what if I hadn't come here to buy what I came here for and I had to wait because you were eating?' This is purely hypothetical. And you didn't have to wait. Your 'what-if' situations hold no value to me. Please leave and let me eat my sandwich.
Also, whats with you lottery customers lately?
The lottery is running a promotion right now. Basically if you purchase a $5 play in certain games, you will also get a free raffle ticket. The raffle draws for prizes of $500, $10,000 , 25,000 , and 50,000. Again, this ticket is free. Meaning I did not charge you for it. Do not scream about it or throw it at me.
Also, this should be soooooo fucking obvious but still you try!
NO REFUNDS ON LOTTERY! You bought a ticket, you lost. No I will not refund you because you picked a losing ticket. That isn't how lottery works. The vast majority of lottery tickets are losers. The state makes more money selling the tickets than it pays out. I am not stealing from you, I am not forcing you to gamble. There is always the risk that you will lose, thats what gambling is.
To all you loser fucking teenagers out there. I do not want to hear any version of this.
"So like.... what would you do if I was here to rob you?"
That is not a smart thing to do. When I monotonously recite that should you attempt to rob me I will stab you, laugh all you want. While that knife is actually intended for cutting onions, I assume it will work even better on human flesh. You are not cute. Also please stop asking for my phone number. I don't like you.
To my coworkers:
I do not make the schedule, do not bitch to me about my getting more hours than you. I will always have at least 40hours. This is because I am full time. I do not pick and choose these hours though, bossman does, so lodge any and all complaints with him.
Please show up on time for your shifts. Not 30 minutes late, or (whhyyyyyyy???) 30 minutes early. I do not want to wait around for your sorry ass, I have things to do with my life that don't involve work.
Do not whine to me about the our other coworkers. If you have a complaint talk to the boss.
Please, please, do not badmouth the customers or discuss how you might enjoy fucking them to me in quiet whispers. This is not polite. I do not want to hear it. It does not make me happy when you bitch about having to help a reliable, extremely friendly customer because she 'looks like an orange monkey.' You need to fuck off and go die.
NO CELL PHONES MEANS NO CELL PHONES. THE CUSTOMERS SHOULD NOT HAVE TO WAIT FOR YOUR SORRY ASS CAUSE YOU ON THE PHONE!
I give up, this rant has gone on long enough, even if it could go forever.