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I can't believe I did this...
Still unemployed, wheee. On the full disability with social security now - basically I'm still looking for work, but only part-time or casual work that won't adversely affect my health. Which is... not going well. The job market sucks horribly at the moment.
Picky Customer from here has reappeared in my life, and done me some real physical damage.
A few weeks ago I was helping my dad move some new furniture about the house and did... something to my wrist. It was okay for a while, but the pain is getting worse and it's a while yet til I can see the doctor, so I have a support bandage on my wrist.
This bandage is extremely visible. Cause of my sun-hating nature and my bike gloves, my hands haven't seen real sun in something like seven years and they're really pale. Even though the rest of me is starting to tan up again (yay spring!) the bandage is hot pink.
Hell, the damn thing is almost visible from orbit.
Cue Picky Customer and her attitude problem.
To reiterate; the staff at this supermarket wear red shirts and black pants. I was wearing a blue shirt and black leggings.
Picky Customer: Take your headphones off when you're working!
Me: *blinkblink* *points at self* Me?
PC: YES! I can't believe the staff here are so rude!
Me: *memory strike* Oh for... Lady, we've been here before. I do not work here.
PC: Bullshit! Get me your manager!
Me: Not only do I not work here, I don't work at all! Smeg off, I'm busy! *grumpily returning to my shopping*
PC: *following me* I'm going to get you fired!
Me: You can't fire the unemployed.
PC: MANAGER! I DEMAND A MANAGER!
Me: *starting to get seriously pissed off, but reining myself in because there are kids present* Get lost, you lunatic!
PC: *keeps following me and screaming for a manager*
Manager: *different from the last one, but still awesome* ...Can I help you?
PC: This staff member is being rude! Fire her!
Manager: ...*long, slow silence, until he realises she's serious* She doesn't work here.
Me: See?!
PC: FIRE HER AT ONCE!! *grabs my bandaged wrist and yanks me towards the manager, HARD*
Did I mention I did self-defence for my school sport for two years and have managed to keep up with monthly lessons even when my health didn't really think it was a good idea ever since?
Me: *SCREAM of agony* *kicks woman in leg and punches her in the face with the good hand as she goes down* JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
Manager: Holy shit! Are you alright?
Me: I'm pretty sure that counts as self defence, right? *cradling arm and swearing*
Manager: Pretty sure.
Me: Call the fucking cops!
So, three statements to the cops, a reviewing of the security tapes and a quick check from a nurse later, guess who's going back to court? Turns out this woman is a complete nutball with a record... Oh well, at least I'm in the witness box and know the judge quite well now! (Three jury duties in less than a year and cause I'm unemployed...)
Still, sweet jeebus... If my wrist is fucked by this you bet your ass I'ma sue for medical costs and sue HARD.
Picky Customer from here has reappeared in my life, and done me some real physical damage.
A few weeks ago I was helping my dad move some new furniture about the house and did... something to my wrist. It was okay for a while, but the pain is getting worse and it's a while yet til I can see the doctor, so I have a support bandage on my wrist.
This bandage is extremely visible. Cause of my sun-hating nature and my bike gloves, my hands haven't seen real sun in something like seven years and they're really pale. Even though the rest of me is starting to tan up again (yay spring!) the bandage is hot pink.
Hell, the damn thing is almost visible from orbit.
Cue Picky Customer and her attitude problem.
To reiterate; the staff at this supermarket wear red shirts and black pants. I was wearing a blue shirt and black leggings.
Picky Customer: Take your headphones off when you're working!
Me: *blinkblink* *points at self* Me?
PC: YES! I can't believe the staff here are so rude!
Me: *memory strike* Oh for... Lady, we've been here before. I do not work here.
PC: Bullshit! Get me your manager!
Me: Not only do I not work here, I don't work at all! Smeg off, I'm busy! *grumpily returning to my shopping*
PC: *following me* I'm going to get you fired!
Me: You can't fire the unemployed.
PC: MANAGER! I DEMAND A MANAGER!
Me: *starting to get seriously pissed off, but reining myself in because there are kids present* Get lost, you lunatic!
PC: *keeps following me and screaming for a manager*
Manager: *different from the last one, but still awesome* ...Can I help you?
PC: This staff member is being rude! Fire her!
Manager: ...*long, slow silence, until he realises she's serious* She doesn't work here.
Me: See?!
PC: FIRE HER AT ONCE!! *grabs my bandaged wrist and yanks me towards the manager, HARD*
Did I mention I did self-defence for my school sport for two years and have managed to keep up with monthly lessons even when my health didn't really think it was a good idea ever since?
Me: *SCREAM of agony* *kicks woman in leg and punches her in the face with the good hand as she goes down* JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
Manager: Holy shit! Are you alright?
Me: I'm pretty sure that counts as self defence, right? *cradling arm and swearing*
Manager: Pretty sure.
Me: Call the fucking cops!
So, three statements to the cops, a reviewing of the security tapes and a quick check from a nurse later, guess who's going back to court? Turns out this woman is a complete nutball with a record... Oh well, at least I'm in the witness box and know the judge quite well now! (Three jury duties in less than a year and cause I'm unemployed...)
Still, sweet jeebus... If my wrist is fucked by this you bet your ass I'ma sue for medical costs and sue HARD.
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