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Bit 'O Background:
I haven't been around for a long time so, for those of you who don't know, I was a Store Director for Hollywood Video.
I quit my job and have decided to be a housewife. I know some of you who've been around awhile will be a bit surprised by that. I have my reasons- don't look for any explanitory threads anytime soon. My signature line says all that needs to be said.
Story:
The day I went in to pick up my last paycheck I was in regular clothes- obviously. Didn't even remotley look like I was there for any kind of work. Probably looked like more like I was ready for a day at the beach.
I stood at the end of the counter, which is by the double entry/exit doors as there is really no where else to stand waiting.
This rude, obnoxious guy walks in carrying movies to return. I don't remember seeing him before but he must have recognized me as an employee. What he did next happenes surprisingly often and ALWAYS annoyed the sh*t out of me. When I was an employee I'd have just smiled and said, "Thanks!"
He thrusts the movies towards me- as though wanting to implant them in my chest. Perhaps a quarter to half an inch from them touching me.
I look at the movies and take a step back.
He takes a step forward and starts waving them in my face saying, "Where do you want these?
Me: "I don't." takes another step back.
Him: Takes another step forward waving them more frantically in my face. "WHAT do you want me to do with these?!?"
(Now, I've pretty much had it. I realize he had no way of knowing I was no longer an employee- but trust me when I say it was quite obvious I WAS NOT on the clock.)
Me: I look him dead in the eye and very calmly state, "You can do whatever the Hell you want to with them- I really don't care."
Him: *jawdrop- sputters*
Me: *feels that justateaSnickers satisfaction*
I haven't been around for a long time so, for those of you who don't know, I was a Store Director for Hollywood Video.
I quit my job and have decided to be a housewife. I know some of you who've been around awhile will be a bit surprised by that. I have my reasons- don't look for any explanitory threads anytime soon. My signature line says all that needs to be said.
Story:
The day I went in to pick up my last paycheck I was in regular clothes- obviously. Didn't even remotley look like I was there for any kind of work. Probably looked like more like I was ready for a day at the beach.
I stood at the end of the counter, which is by the double entry/exit doors as there is really no where else to stand waiting.
This rude, obnoxious guy walks in carrying movies to return. I don't remember seeing him before but he must have recognized me as an employee. What he did next happenes surprisingly often and ALWAYS annoyed the sh*t out of me. When I was an employee I'd have just smiled and said, "Thanks!"
He thrusts the movies towards me- as though wanting to implant them in my chest. Perhaps a quarter to half an inch from them touching me.
I look at the movies and take a step back.
He takes a step forward and starts waving them in my face saying, "Where do you want these?
Me: "I don't." takes another step back.
Him: Takes another step forward waving them more frantically in my face. "WHAT do you want me to do with these?!?"
(Now, I've pretty much had it. I realize he had no way of knowing I was no longer an employee- but trust me when I say it was quite obvious I WAS NOT on the clock.)
Me: I look him dead in the eye and very calmly state, "You can do whatever the Hell you want to with them- I really don't care."
Him: *jawdrop- sputters*
Me: *feels that justateaSnickers satisfaction*
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