Couldn't wait 2 freakin' minutes

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

Got a call today from the service desk about a customer returning an almost completely assembled dresser. Customer said the holes were drilled incorrectly. I had to come up to the front with a flatbed to remove the assembled dresser from his truck and load up an unassembled, boxed dresser.

By the time I got up there, the customer was long gone. He just pitched the defective dresser out of his truck and loaded up the new one himself, either because he suddenly got called away on a top-secret matter of national security, or because he is an asshole.

Jeez....why have the service desk call me to load and unload your crap if you're just going to do the job yourself?

[blas]

Sounds like a typical day at Farm and Fleet to me.....and people wonder why I refuse to set foot in there. The entitlement runs rampant worse than at Macy's.

I don't know where you work, but your customers seem to be quite the Snausages.

[Evil Queen]

Snausages.

Irv, have you ever thought of, oh, I dunno, being transfered??

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

Not really. My store is actually one of the better ones in the company. Other stores are either too far away for me to commute to (and I can't afford to move right now), or total shitholes. I worked at a couple other stores in the company for various periods of time and the grass wasn't any greener there.

At least I have here to come vent to.

[blas]

You can thank the guy I'm currently dating for that one, Evil Queen. The first time I heard it, beer spewed all over the damn bar counter.

Didn't you hear I kidnapped IPF and he's coming to work with me?

[Broomjockey]

Didn't you hear I kidnapped IPF and he's coming to work with me?

That doesn't seem a nice thing to do to poor Irv! Subjecting him to all your idiotic co-workers. *kidnaps Irv to Canada*

[BookstoreEscapee]

I don't know where you work, but your customers seem to be quite the Snausages.

But Snausages are good things! A girl I used to work with house/dogsits for her neighbors, and has parties sometimes (she's allowed). The boydog (they're mini Schnauzers) barks at everyone as they come in, but once you give him a Snausage you're all good with him. (The girldog, on the other hand, tends to hide upstairs in the bedroom. She doesn't like company. )