*Twitch* *Twitch*
So many customers, co-workers and inanimate objects were sucky tonight that it just seemed easiest to throw them all in here.
Sucky: Customer
I dropped a large bag of laundry detergent. Whoops. No damage, though, so all is well. Or so I think.
SC is standing about THREE METRES AWAY.
SC: Omigod! What's wrong with you, that nearly hit me!
Me: (...kinda like the bullet that killed Abraham Lincon nearly hit George W. Bush) I'm sorry?
SC: Omigod, I can't believe that. You almost like, threw it at me!
Me: (I was holding four bags of the bloody stuff, and one slipped) I dropped it, I assure you it was completely accidental. I'm sorry.
SC: I can't believe this. Like, omigod... (SC then went to complain to her equally intellectual friends. Welcome to Perth, children. These are the elite.)
Sucky: Coworker
My coworkers are very good natured. However, this particular coworker is a few (dozen) watts short of a light bulb.
SCW: Hey, Nox, this customer wanted to know where the candy was!
Me: (...what's funny about that? Did I miss the joke?) Did you tell them?
SCW: Nox, we don't sell candy!
Me: What are you talking about, we have a large wall stocked to the roof with confectionary!
SCW: She wasn't asking for lollies she wanted candy. We don't have any candy.
Me: SCW, confectionary, lollies and candy are three different words for the same thing.
SCW: ...Huh? But we don't sell... candy isn't... huh?
Me:
This girl is two years older then me, she's studying biology and law, and she has the vocabulary of a three year old. I should buy her a thesarus. Hopefully, she will beat herself to death with it
...and yes, I do read Gravekeeper's posts.
Sucky: Management
As I mentioned in a previous post, I'm what an un-PC person would refer to as crippled. I can't do a whole bunch of stuff, but the only thing you need to know is that I can't kneel or crouch. Managment knows this.
SM: Nox, you can't keep sitting down to stock the bottom shelves.
Me: It's the only way I can reach them.
SM: You have to kneel or crouch, you can't sit.
Me: I can't kneel OR crouch.
SM: You have to
Me: I can't
SM: You HAVE to.
Me: I CAN'T. I am physically incapable. I can't kneel or crouch.
SM: I understand that, but you have to...
This went on for twenty minutes. TWENTY. I CANNOT crouch. I CANNOT kneel. Doing so for more then maybe three seconds is unbearably painful. I explained this in vivid detail when I first started. WHY IS IT SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND!?
Sucky: Inanimate objects.
I spent half an hour putting a shelf up. It didn't want to. In the course of that half an hour, I took a chunk out of one of my fingers, dropped it multiple times, and spent several minutes hitting my head against it repeatedly whilst slouching on the ground (and I wasn't bloody crouching or kneeling )
So much suck... so very much suck...
So many customers, co-workers and inanimate objects were sucky tonight that it just seemed easiest to throw them all in here.
Sucky: Customer
I dropped a large bag of laundry detergent. Whoops. No damage, though, so all is well. Or so I think.
SC is standing about THREE METRES AWAY.
SC: Omigod! What's wrong with you, that nearly hit me!
Me: (...kinda like the bullet that killed Abraham Lincon nearly hit George W. Bush) I'm sorry?
SC: Omigod, I can't believe that. You almost like, threw it at me!
Me: (I was holding four bags of the bloody stuff, and one slipped) I dropped it, I assure you it was completely accidental. I'm sorry.
SC: I can't believe this. Like, omigod... (SC then went to complain to her equally intellectual friends. Welcome to Perth, children. These are the elite.)
Sucky: Coworker
My coworkers are very good natured. However, this particular coworker is a few (dozen) watts short of a light bulb.
SCW: Hey, Nox, this customer wanted to know where the candy was!
Me: (...what's funny about that? Did I miss the joke?) Did you tell them?
SCW: Nox, we don't sell candy!
Me: What are you talking about, we have a large wall stocked to the roof with confectionary!
SCW: She wasn't asking for lollies she wanted candy. We don't have any candy.
Me: SCW, confectionary, lollies and candy are three different words for the same thing.
SCW: ...Huh? But we don't sell... candy isn't... huh?
Me:
This girl is two years older then me, she's studying biology and law, and she has the vocabulary of a three year old. I should buy her a thesarus. Hopefully, she will beat herself to death with it
...and yes, I do read Gravekeeper's posts.
Sucky: Management
As I mentioned in a previous post, I'm what an un-PC person would refer to as crippled. I can't do a whole bunch of stuff, but the only thing you need to know is that I can't kneel or crouch. Managment knows this.
SM: Nox, you can't keep sitting down to stock the bottom shelves.
Me: It's the only way I can reach them.
SM: You have to kneel or crouch, you can't sit.
Me: I can't kneel OR crouch.
SM: You have to
Me: I can't
SM: You HAVE to.
Me: I CAN'T. I am physically incapable. I can't kneel or crouch.
SM: I understand that, but you have to...
This went on for twenty minutes. TWENTY. I CANNOT crouch. I CANNOT kneel. Doing so for more then maybe three seconds is unbearably painful. I explained this in vivid detail when I first started. WHY IS IT SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND!?
Sucky: Inanimate objects.
I spent half an hour putting a shelf up. It didn't want to. In the course of that half an hour, I took a chunk out of one of my fingers, dropped it multiple times, and spent several minutes hitting my head against it repeatedly whilst slouching on the ground (and I wasn't bloody crouching or kneeling )
So much suck... so very much suck...
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