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Well, it’s been rather quiet these last few weeks on the SC front. I’m shocked and amazed. And feeling like it’s the calm before the storm. Ironically, some suckiness DID happen today, or else I’d feel like I wandered into the Twilight Zone™!!
So, without further ado…
So not how I wanted to start my morning…
Now, for those who don’t know, I’m reliant on public transportation to get me everywhere for the most part, (unless my friends are feeling generous, and I lurves ‘em so much!!) and that translates to roughly 1.5 hours to work each way. It’s actually not bad, it gives me time to stay caught up on my readings for class, so minimal homework. Woot. However, that long on a bus, usually after I’ve had breakfast on my way to school, or lunch on my way home, translates to a need for certain facilities.
So, upon arriving at work this morning, I rushed to make use of these facilities before we opened. Upon entering the bathroom, I discovered someone had left a…er…deposit, and didn’t complete the transaction. Wonderful. I flush and the water starts rising at an alarming rate.
What follows is Lupo diving for the water shutoff valve and proceeding to plunge as though her life depended on it. I managed to unclog everything before there was a second Great Flood, finished my business and hunted down the MOD for the weekend. It’s K! Yay! K kicks ass…usually. I explained, and asked if he could post a notice to employees, since we’re SUPPOSED to keep the bathrooms off limits to the public after a few previous incidents.
I’m told that idiot manager D made an appearance yesterday. She decided, hey! It’s game day! And homecoming! So, since we have fifty million people in the store buying merchandise for the game, well, THEY’RE all honest people and we don’t have to worry about shrink or messes, because they’re FOOTBALL FANS. Thus, she opened the restrooms to the public, but didn’t make anyone clean them afterwards!! Grand…
And as though this initial incident was an omen of things to come today, I had to deal with a lot of shit in the ensuing hours. (Yes, yes, I know, crappy pun. Bite me.
)
You DO realize it’s NOVEMBER, right??
Little frosh comes in, wielding a book. Right away, SC sense is tingling, and sure enough, he starts going off on a rant that WE sold HIM the wrong book, and holy crap we have to fix it so he doesn’t fail!!!!!11!!!
Newbie cashier has that deer in headlights look and looks at me. I calmly ask if he has his receipt. Naturally, he doesn’t. I look over the book while he’s ranting, and I realize that it’s a book that we knew back in SEPTEMBER was the wrong translation of Homer’s Iliad. Professor told us the name of one translation, but gave us the ISBN for a different one. We fixed it, and offered exchanges to students. Back in SEPTEMBER.
But since he doesn’t have a receipt, we can’t do anything. That and it’s November. As far as I know, they’re done with that book. In fact, we’ve had all the students from that class coming in for Plato’s Phaedras now, because that’s the book to be read.
Froshie whines and moans and groans and bitches and demands a refund. We tell him no. Our hands are tied, especially since it doesn’t have used tags on it and it’s well worn. We suspect he bought it new, read through it, and now wants to exchange it for the other book.
He huffs and grunts and groans some more, throwing out all sorts of accusations and insults. I just smile vapidly. He finally heads back to textbooks, wanders the shelves, and then comes up and asks me if we have Plato’s Phaedras. I continue smiling vapidly as I inform him we sold out on Thursday. It was nice.
Again, note the month, people!!
Phone rings. I answer with my spiel, and the idjit woman on the other line gives me the following runaround…
SC: I’m calling to see if you have a psychology book!
Me: Ok, for which class?
SC: Psychology 3325.
Me: All right, there are 3 different books for the 7 different sections of that class. Do you know who the author is on that one?
SC: …
Me: Ok…how about your professor’s name?
SC: …
Me: Book…title…?
SC: I just know it has the words ‘Theories’ and ‘Personalities’
Me: …
SC: Is that not helpful?
Me: Well, ma’am, the three books are titled, “Theories of Personalities”, “Personality Theories”, and “Theories on Personalities”, respectively.
SC: Well, what else do you want from me !?
Me: (Sweet Tequila Christ, lady!! It’s NOVEMBER! Fucking hell, the semester is over in less than a month!! How the hell can you not know things like your professor’s name or author and title of your book?! Where the hell have you BEEN the last 3 months!?!?!) …
SC: Fine! I guess I’ll have to go find the information MYSELF! <click!>
Me: ……
I’m sorry I haven’t managed to manipulate time and space to please you
You know, I’ve fielded a lot of calls about classes for next semester. Fact is, the listings JUST got posted. In customer’s heads, that means we automatically know every book that’s being used. We don’t. Professors haven’t told us! That hasn’t stopped them from calling and demanding book information that doesn’t exist!
Me: <opening spiel>
SC: What books are being used for <class>
Me: <After some fruitless searching> Um, I don’t see that course for this term.
SC: That’s because it’s for NEXT semester, <said in a tone reading “you flaming idiot!”>
Me: Oh, well we don’t have the book information for next semester yet for that class.
SC: Why not?
Me: Because the professor hasn’t submitted a book request.
SC: That doesn’t help me now!!
Me: … (has nothing to say, since I haven’t perfected the art of traveling to the future to obtain textbook requests)
SC: FINE! Thanks for NOTHING!! <Click>
OR
Me: <Spiel>
SC: <Random book request for a class>
Me: <Having wised up after the 756th phone call> Is this for the current semester or next semester?
SC: Next semester
Me: I…don’t see that class being offered next semester.
SC: Yes it is!
Me: No, I’m sorry, ma’am, but according to both our system, and the course listings online, that class isn’t being offered.
SC: Can you put someone competent on the line?
Me: …
SC: Hello?
Me: Yes, I’m here.
SC: I don’t want to talk to you, I want to talk to someone who actually KNOWS something.
Me: <transfers her to K>
Long story short, K told her the same thing, she threw a screaming bitch fit, and K told her where she could shove it. I <3 K sometimes…
Holy Hooker, Batman!!
So, this was kind of odd. Older guy comes in, looks to be in his late 50s-ish. He’s accompanied by a…female…thing…of sorts.
Before I get jumped on for being judgmental, allow me to attempt to describe what it looked like.
Bleached blonde, completely frizzed out hair, that looked like it was so chemically treated, it was about to fall out. Eyebrows that had been drawn on, and a tan that looked like someone didn't turn the oven off in time, and the skin got a little crispy. Naturally, the complexion is enhanced with makeup that is at least 2 shades too light for the skin tone. A top, (and I use the term loosely!) that was plunging and low cut, but also high cut to reveal midriff. A skirt that was made out of sweatshirt material in a garish neon green. Black and blue footless leggings. A silver, sparkly Wonder Woman-esque belt, that was cinched about 2 inches below her bust. She looked to be a size 10, and appeared to have crammed herself into a size 7. And, to complete the ensemble, six inch high wedge sandals that looked to be two sizes too small for her feet.
She entered the store and just started grabbing things, complaining when I couldn’t find “her” size (She wanted XS, when she was at least a Medium) in the clothing she wanted. She was a typical EW, and whenever I wasn’t moving fast enough, she’d whiiiiiiiiiine to the older guy she came in with until he’d come over and ask if I could please make an effort to help out.
After one such pseudo-scolding (like I was really going to take what he said to heart), the she-thing turned, smirked at me with lips that were painted cotton candy pink, and waggled those painted on eyebrows at me, informing me in what I assume was supposed to be sotto voce that
“He buys me stuff here ALL the time. Whatever I want, whenever I want. It makes me happy, so I can keep him happy!”
…
I think I met my first kept mistress…and he seriously paid a great deal of money in the store today. Now that I think about it, he probably paid for her boobs too. Any more buoyant, and she would’ve floated out of our store.
<Shudder> To make matters worse, she tried to give me fashion advice…
I was so glad to see them go!!
Aaaaaand, that’s some of the highlights from my Sunday. Unfortunately, it’s getting late, and Lupo must get up and go to class and be a good, responsible student. And then go back to Textbook Hell. Yay…
So, without further ado…
So not how I wanted to start my morning…
Now, for those who don’t know, I’m reliant on public transportation to get me everywhere for the most part, (unless my friends are feeling generous, and I lurves ‘em so much!!) and that translates to roughly 1.5 hours to work each way. It’s actually not bad, it gives me time to stay caught up on my readings for class, so minimal homework. Woot. However, that long on a bus, usually after I’ve had breakfast on my way to school, or lunch on my way home, translates to a need for certain facilities.
So, upon arriving at work this morning, I rushed to make use of these facilities before we opened. Upon entering the bathroom, I discovered someone had left a…er…deposit, and didn’t complete the transaction. Wonderful. I flush and the water starts rising at an alarming rate.
What follows is Lupo diving for the water shutoff valve and proceeding to plunge as though her life depended on it. I managed to unclog everything before there was a second Great Flood, finished my business and hunted down the MOD for the weekend. It’s K! Yay! K kicks ass…usually. I explained, and asked if he could post a notice to employees, since we’re SUPPOSED to keep the bathrooms off limits to the public after a few previous incidents.
I’m told that idiot manager D made an appearance yesterday. She decided, hey! It’s game day! And homecoming! So, since we have fifty million people in the store buying merchandise for the game, well, THEY’RE all honest people and we don’t have to worry about shrink or messes, because they’re FOOTBALL FANS. Thus, she opened the restrooms to the public, but didn’t make anyone clean them afterwards!! Grand…
And as though this initial incident was an omen of things to come today, I had to deal with a lot of shit in the ensuing hours. (Yes, yes, I know, crappy pun. Bite me.
)You DO realize it’s NOVEMBER, right??
Little frosh comes in, wielding a book. Right away, SC sense is tingling, and sure enough, he starts going off on a rant that WE sold HIM the wrong book, and holy crap we have to fix it so he doesn’t fail!!!!!11!!!
Newbie cashier has that deer in headlights look and looks at me. I calmly ask if he has his receipt. Naturally, he doesn’t. I look over the book while he’s ranting, and I realize that it’s a book that we knew back in SEPTEMBER was the wrong translation of Homer’s Iliad. Professor told us the name of one translation, but gave us the ISBN for a different one. We fixed it, and offered exchanges to students. Back in SEPTEMBER.
But since he doesn’t have a receipt, we can’t do anything. That and it’s November. As far as I know, they’re done with that book. In fact, we’ve had all the students from that class coming in for Plato’s Phaedras now, because that’s the book to be read.
Froshie whines and moans and groans and bitches and demands a refund. We tell him no. Our hands are tied, especially since it doesn’t have used tags on it and it’s well worn. We suspect he bought it new, read through it, and now wants to exchange it for the other book.
He huffs and grunts and groans some more, throwing out all sorts of accusations and insults. I just smile vapidly. He finally heads back to textbooks, wanders the shelves, and then comes up and asks me if we have Plato’s Phaedras. I continue smiling vapidly as I inform him we sold out on Thursday. It was nice.
Again, note the month, people!!
Phone rings. I answer with my spiel, and the idjit woman on the other line gives me the following runaround…
SC: I’m calling to see if you have a psychology book!
Me: Ok, for which class?
SC: Psychology 3325.
Me: All right, there are 3 different books for the 7 different sections of that class. Do you know who the author is on that one?
SC: …
Me: Ok…how about your professor’s name?
SC: …
Me: Book…title…?
SC: I just know it has the words ‘Theories’ and ‘Personalities’
Me: …
SC: Is that not helpful?
Me: Well, ma’am, the three books are titled, “Theories of Personalities”, “Personality Theories”, and “Theories on Personalities”, respectively.
SC: Well, what else do you want from me !?
Me: (Sweet Tequila Christ, lady!! It’s NOVEMBER! Fucking hell, the semester is over in less than a month!! How the hell can you not know things like your professor’s name or author and title of your book?! Where the hell have you BEEN the last 3 months!?!?!) …
SC: Fine! I guess I’ll have to go find the information MYSELF! <click!>
Me: ……
I’m sorry I haven’t managed to manipulate time and space to please you
You know, I’ve fielded a lot of calls about classes for next semester. Fact is, the listings JUST got posted. In customer’s heads, that means we automatically know every book that’s being used. We don’t. Professors haven’t told us! That hasn’t stopped them from calling and demanding book information that doesn’t exist!
Me: <opening spiel>
SC: What books are being used for <class>
Me: <After some fruitless searching> Um, I don’t see that course for this term.
SC: That’s because it’s for NEXT semester, <said in a tone reading “you flaming idiot!”>
Me: Oh, well we don’t have the book information for next semester yet for that class.
SC: Why not?
Me: Because the professor hasn’t submitted a book request.
SC: That doesn’t help me now!!
Me: … (has nothing to say, since I haven’t perfected the art of traveling to the future to obtain textbook requests)
SC: FINE! Thanks for NOTHING!! <Click>
OR
Me: <Spiel>
SC: <Random book request for a class>
Me: <Having wised up after the 756th phone call> Is this for the current semester or next semester?
SC: Next semester
Me: I…don’t see that class being offered next semester.
SC: Yes it is!
Me: No, I’m sorry, ma’am, but according to both our system, and the course listings online, that class isn’t being offered.
SC: Can you put someone competent on the line?
Me: …
SC: Hello?
Me: Yes, I’m here.
SC: I don’t want to talk to you, I want to talk to someone who actually KNOWS something.
Me: <transfers her to K>
Long story short, K told her the same thing, she threw a screaming bitch fit, and K told her where she could shove it. I <3 K sometimes…
Holy Hooker, Batman!!
So, this was kind of odd. Older guy comes in, looks to be in his late 50s-ish. He’s accompanied by a…female…thing…of sorts.
Before I get jumped on for being judgmental, allow me to attempt to describe what it looked like.
Bleached blonde, completely frizzed out hair, that looked like it was so chemically treated, it was about to fall out. Eyebrows that had been drawn on, and a tan that looked like someone didn't turn the oven off in time, and the skin got a little crispy. Naturally, the complexion is enhanced with makeup that is at least 2 shades too light for the skin tone. A top, (and I use the term loosely!) that was plunging and low cut, but also high cut to reveal midriff. A skirt that was made out of sweatshirt material in a garish neon green. Black and blue footless leggings. A silver, sparkly Wonder Woman-esque belt, that was cinched about 2 inches below her bust. She looked to be a size 10, and appeared to have crammed herself into a size 7. And, to complete the ensemble, six inch high wedge sandals that looked to be two sizes too small for her feet.
She entered the store and just started grabbing things, complaining when I couldn’t find “her” size (She wanted XS, when she was at least a Medium) in the clothing she wanted. She was a typical EW, and whenever I wasn’t moving fast enough, she’d whiiiiiiiiiine to the older guy she came in with until he’d come over and ask if I could please make an effort to help out.
After one such pseudo-scolding (like I was really going to take what he said to heart), the she-thing turned, smirked at me with lips that were painted cotton candy pink, and waggled those painted on eyebrows at me, informing me in what I assume was supposed to be sotto voce that
“He buys me stuff here ALL the time. Whatever I want, whenever I want. It makes me happy, so I can keep him happy!”
…
I think I met my first kept mistress…and he seriously paid a great deal of money in the store today. Now that I think about it, he probably paid for her boobs too. Any more buoyant, and she would’ve floated out of our store.
<Shudder> To make matters worse, she tried to give me fashion advice…
I was so glad to see them go!!
Aaaaaand, that’s some of the highlights from my Sunday. Unfortunately, it’s getting late, and Lupo must get up and go to class and be a good, responsible student. And then go back to Textbook Hell. Yay…
what type of mystical place do you live in 
( i was supposed to be @ Camp Bullis, but that got fragged, so...)
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