Two days ago at around 6pm (four hours into my shift) I rubbed my eyes.
The cashier next to me asked if I was alright.
The following transpired.
CW: Coworker
AB: Audacious bitch
ME: Yup
ME: No I'm fine, I'm just tired.
CW: What time did you start?
ME: Two.
AB: HA! You started at 2:00 and you're TIRED? I work 9-5 every day and take care of two kids.
She then rolled her eyes at me.
ME: ...
CW: ...
Not that it makes a world of difference, but at that point I was in the midst of my fourth consecutive double shift.
You know how you always think of the perfect thing to say after the fact? Well here is a list of things I would have liked to have said to this leather-faced skeletor:
- Oh well then we should just burn your mattress, since evidently you don't require sleep, Super Mom.
- Yes I'm tired. Is that alright with you?
- And this affects my life how?
- That's nice, but I'm not interested in competing in and comparing notes about things that don't matter to me.
But UGH that comment just pissed me off.
For starters she just invited herself into a conversation that didn't concern her, then proceeded to be condescending and sarcastic with me because I was tired.
I don't care if you work one hour a week at a store that's so close to your house, nay, your BED, that you could spit from one to the other, that has nothing to do with whether or not you're "allowed to be" tired.
And the fact that you have two children means nothing to me, short of the fact that there are now two more of you developing and growing to become potentially equal skid marks on the underwear of life.
I get it: full time job, full time obligations to the two little bastards (yes she had them with her) you squeezed out. AND!? People get tired and this isn't a contest, you self-important bitch.
And the kicker? She didn't stop at just her comment.
While I was checking through her items her and her father (yes, a grown woman of likely 35+ -but who can really tell under all that self-tanner- and her father) stood there and pretended to yawn and laughed at me.
Real classy, guys.
So here's the running tally of that family's maturity:
Father: childish and immature, and from his loins springs the daughter.
Daughter: Sarcastic, self-important, condescending, immature, childish, overly tanned, malnourished bitch, who gave birth to the children
The children: did nothing but scream, play around with my gate, getting in the way of DECENT customers who deserve more than my strongest contempt, were ignored by their mother when they acted out, were nothing but a pain in my ass until they were hauled away by the grandmother
Wow.
Let's hope they all get stranded together on a desert island and never return.
You know, it's things like this that make me hope that the customer will stumble upon my post, read it and realise it was them I was talking about and either understand they were being a total jerk or just get irrationally pissed off.
Either one works for me.
The cashier next to me asked if I was alright.
The following transpired.
CW: Coworker
AB: Audacious bitch
ME: Yup
ME: No I'm fine, I'm just tired.
CW: What time did you start?
ME: Two.
AB: HA! You started at 2:00 and you're TIRED? I work 9-5 every day and take care of two kids.
She then rolled her eyes at me.
ME: ...
CW: ...
Not that it makes a world of difference, but at that point I was in the midst of my fourth consecutive double shift.
You know how you always think of the perfect thing to say after the fact? Well here is a list of things I would have liked to have said to this leather-faced skeletor:
- Oh well then we should just burn your mattress, since evidently you don't require sleep, Super Mom.
- Yes I'm tired. Is that alright with you?
- And this affects my life how?
- That's nice, but I'm not interested in competing in and comparing notes about things that don't matter to me.
But UGH that comment just pissed me off.
For starters she just invited herself into a conversation that didn't concern her, then proceeded to be condescending and sarcastic with me because I was tired.
I don't care if you work one hour a week at a store that's so close to your house, nay, your BED, that you could spit from one to the other, that has nothing to do with whether or not you're "allowed to be" tired.
And the fact that you have two children means nothing to me, short of the fact that there are now two more of you developing and growing to become potentially equal skid marks on the underwear of life.
I get it: full time job, full time obligations to the two little bastards (yes she had them with her) you squeezed out. AND!? People get tired and this isn't a contest, you self-important bitch.
And the kicker? She didn't stop at just her comment.
While I was checking through her items her and her father (yes, a grown woman of likely 35+ -but who can really tell under all that self-tanner- and her father) stood there and pretended to yawn and laughed at me.
Real classy, guys.
So here's the running tally of that family's maturity:
Father: childish and immature, and from his loins springs the daughter.
Daughter: Sarcastic, self-important, condescending, immature, childish, overly tanned, malnourished bitch, who gave birth to the children
The children: did nothing but scream, play around with my gate, getting in the way of DECENT customers who deserve more than my strongest contempt, were ignored by their mother when they acted out, were nothing but a pain in my ass until they were hauled away by the grandmother
Wow.
Let's hope they all get stranded together on a desert island and never return.
You know, it's things like this that make me hope that the customer will stumble upon my post, read it and realise it was them I was talking about and either understand they were being a total jerk or just get irrationally pissed off.
Either one works for me.
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