I rarely work Sundays anymore, but when I do, I am constantly reminded of why I hate working that day: all the people streaming in fresh out of church with the attitude of "Thank God that church thing is over for another week! Now I can go back to being an asshole!"
We Can Has Maintenance
See here for backstory.
Maintenance guy whose pay is 40 days overdue returned to work today, along with some other guy, who told us the maintenance guy had been fired. And yet he was working in the store today.
Not that I am complaining. Far from it. I'm told somebody left a big, brown stink pickle on the rim of one of the toilets, so at least I didn't get stuck cleaning that up.
Hi! I'm an asshole!
Waited on this older couple today:
Wife: Do you work here, young man?
Me: (the company-issued polo shirt and nametag didn't give it away?) Yes. What can I help you with?
Wife: Do you have replacement cords for a coffeemaker?
Me: (not understanding at first) You want an extension cord? Because I don't believe we carry just the replacement cords.
Husband: (harrumph!) No, idiot, a replacement cord. For a. Coffee. Maker.
Me: Again I don't believe we have those, but I can take you over to the coffeemakers and check.
We toddle our asses over to the coffeemaker aisle, where we discover many coffee making appliances, coffee filters, and yes! even replacement carafes and decanters, but alas, no replacement cords.
Husband: We're going to Fleet Farm! I guess if you want a replacement cord here, you have to buy the whole coffee maker. That's how they rip you off here!
Wow, really dipshit? Break a hip you crotchety old fart.
Hi! I'm unbelievably stoopid! And also an asshole
Somebody really needs to invent a button for our phones you can push to slap, punch, or stab the person on the other end. It would come in handy for callers such as this one I got saddled with today:
Me: Hello, furniture, how can I help you today? (Abuse me. I like it. Do your worst.)
Caller: Yeah, I bought a storage cabinet from youse a few days ago, it was $129.99, and now I want another one. Is that sale still one.
Me: I can go check for you. Please hold.
I mosey on over to the storage cabinets, where I find the $129.99 sale price has ceased to be. Instead, there is a Buy One Get One Free sale on all storage cabinets. However, you must buy 2 cabinets to get this deal; if you buy only one it will be regular price. This seems fairly peculiar to me since most everybody who buys our storage cabinets needs only one and buys only one, but whatever.
Me: The $129.99 sale price has expired. The storage cabinets are Buy One Get One Free from now until Thursday; however if you buy just one, it would be at the regular price of $229.99
Caller: I just need one!
Me: It would be $229.99 then. You have to buy two to get the buy one get one free.
Caller: But I only need one, and $230 is too expensive!
Me: I apologize, but that is the current deal going on.
Caller: I only want one. Not two!
Repeat until my brain obtains a Sawzall and tries to fashion an escape hatch in the middle of my forehead. Fortunately this particular dry-pool diving team member got off the phone before the attempt was completely successful, but not before informing me how unhelpful I had been.
Hi! I'm another asshole!
Helped a co-worker load up and carry out a futon bunk bed frame and two mattresses for a customer.
Customer: (to my coworker, who happens to be about 5 feet tall, if that, and 100 pounds or so). Did you lift that all by yourself?
Co-worker: Ummm...no....?
Customer: Are you having a bad day, or do you just suck at customer service?
Aaand we're done. I loaded her crap into her gas-guzzling diesel Dodge Ram, being careful to be a tad more forceful than usual. Thanks for making my co-worker feel like a feeb and a rudie-poo. I hope that bunk bed frame falls on you while you're trying to assemble it.
Hi! I snoozed so I lose! And I am also an asshole.
Being as this is the final weekend before the local public schools start classes again, we are getting a tidal wave of last-minute panic shoppers such as this one:
Customer: (rooting through the 25 cent folders and scattering them on the ground) Where are the purple folders here? I can't find one and my kid needs it!
Me: That's all of those folders we have right there. If you can't find one there, we won't have it.
Customer: (whipping an entire display box of the folders off the shelf onto the ground) This is bullshit! Next year order more!
Yeah, I'll get right on that...not. I hope your kid gets sent back at least 2 grades because he doesn't have a purple folder for English. In fact, I hope he has to return to school with a Hannah Montana folder or a High School Musical folder or some other girly folder. I bet next year you do your shopping a bit earlier so Junior doesn't have to learn any more important life lessons about ostracism and procrastination.
One more day to go and I get a day off. In honor of Labor Day, I get to labor 5 am-1:30 for the fifth day in a row. Whee.
We Can Has Maintenance
See here for backstory.
Maintenance guy whose pay is 40 days overdue returned to work today, along with some other guy, who told us the maintenance guy had been fired. And yet he was working in the store today.

Not that I am complaining. Far from it. I'm told somebody left a big, brown stink pickle on the rim of one of the toilets, so at least I didn't get stuck cleaning that up.
Hi! I'm an asshole!
Waited on this older couple today:
Wife: Do you work here, young man?
Me: (the company-issued polo shirt and nametag didn't give it away?) Yes. What can I help you with?
Wife: Do you have replacement cords for a coffeemaker?
Me: (not understanding at first) You want an extension cord? Because I don't believe we carry just the replacement cords.
Husband: (harrumph!) No, idiot, a replacement cord. For a. Coffee. Maker.
Me: Again I don't believe we have those, but I can take you over to the coffeemakers and check.
We toddle our asses over to the coffeemaker aisle, where we discover many coffee making appliances, coffee filters, and yes! even replacement carafes and decanters, but alas, no replacement cords.
Husband: We're going to Fleet Farm! I guess if you want a replacement cord here, you have to buy the whole coffee maker. That's how they rip you off here!
Wow, really dipshit? Break a hip you crotchety old fart.
Hi! I'm unbelievably stoopid! And also an asshole
Somebody really needs to invent a button for our phones you can push to slap, punch, or stab the person on the other end. It would come in handy for callers such as this one I got saddled with today:
Me: Hello, furniture, how can I help you today? (Abuse me. I like it. Do your worst.)
Caller: Yeah, I bought a storage cabinet from youse a few days ago, it was $129.99, and now I want another one. Is that sale still one.
Me: I can go check for you. Please hold.
I mosey on over to the storage cabinets, where I find the $129.99 sale price has ceased to be. Instead, there is a Buy One Get One Free sale on all storage cabinets. However, you must buy 2 cabinets to get this deal; if you buy only one it will be regular price. This seems fairly peculiar to me since most everybody who buys our storage cabinets needs only one and buys only one, but whatever.
Me: The $129.99 sale price has expired. The storage cabinets are Buy One Get One Free from now until Thursday; however if you buy just one, it would be at the regular price of $229.99
Caller: I just need one!
Me: It would be $229.99 then. You have to buy two to get the buy one get one free.
Caller: But I only need one, and $230 is too expensive!
Me: I apologize, but that is the current deal going on.
Caller: I only want one. Not two!

Hi! I'm another asshole!
Helped a co-worker load up and carry out a futon bunk bed frame and two mattresses for a customer.
Customer: (to my coworker, who happens to be about 5 feet tall, if that, and 100 pounds or so). Did you lift that all by yourself?
Co-worker: Ummm...no....?
Customer: Are you having a bad day, or do you just suck at customer service?
Aaand we're done. I loaded her crap into her gas-guzzling diesel Dodge Ram, being careful to be a tad more forceful than usual. Thanks for making my co-worker feel like a feeb and a rudie-poo. I hope that bunk bed frame falls on you while you're trying to assemble it.
Hi! I snoozed so I lose! And I am also an asshole.
Being as this is the final weekend before the local public schools start classes again, we are getting a tidal wave of last-minute panic shoppers such as this one:
Customer: (rooting through the 25 cent folders and scattering them on the ground) Where are the purple folders here? I can't find one and my kid needs it!
Me: That's all of those folders we have right there. If you can't find one there, we won't have it.
Customer: (whipping an entire display box of the folders off the shelf onto the ground) This is bullshit! Next year order more!
Yeah, I'll get right on that...not. I hope your kid gets sent back at least 2 grades because he doesn't have a purple folder for English. In fact, I hope he has to return to school with a Hannah Montana folder or a High School Musical folder or some other girly folder. I bet next year you do your shopping a bit earlier so Junior doesn't have to learn any more important life lessons about ostracism and procrastination.
One more day to go and I get a day off. In honor of Labor Day, I get to labor 5 am-1:30 for the fifth day in a row. Whee.
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