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I've read over the site for awhile, and thought I'd add some of my experiences from various forms of hell over the years. Stupidity knows no borders, nor does it know age limits.
A long time ago, I interned at Disney World. Was a blast, and back then, really gave you insight on how to treat people right. I'm working overtime in attractions one day, on Dumbo. Now Dumbo requires you to line up, split into two holding areas, get a 'pass', and get on, because there are limited seats. So I'm wondering why we've got a family of four screwed out of an elephant, and some weasel has let his kids and wife in through the exit line. I asked him, Sir, your family has to go through the line to get on. This is an exit. Oh, I'm handicapped, I can get them on any ride they want. No sir, YOU are allowed special circumstances where we will help YOU and YOUR family get on, but you have to go through the line and let us know. No, I'm a customer, I am handicapped, and my family is getting on this ride. Really? (Last ride of the day) So I call security, I've got a family of 4 screwed, and this guy being a pain. Turns out security had been looking for him. a) he wasn't handicapped, b) he'd been pulling this scam at every ride, and c) he's been an asshole to everyone he's come into contact with. So his family gets one last ride around the world, lovely pictures of daddy arguing with security, so forth. They get off, all of their tickets are asked for, and shredded in front of them. The handicapped card they've been using also goes in the garbage. When I inquired about it later, they were also thrown out of their hotel and off property. I do love organizations that have rules for a reason.
When i got back from El Paso, I started working for General Cinemas. When Twister came out, we got loads of emails saying, The movie is louder than the furnaces in hell, advise customers of loud noise. So we posted at least 15 of these signs all over the building, and we're a building of 6 screens, 3 of which are for Twister, and roughly 5 concession stands, two box offices and a door box. You'd have to be certifiable not to see them. Sure enough, this evil hag comes in, and complains about the sound during the trailers. For those of you who don't know, trailers back then were almost always mono only, meaning they were loud to start with in a 300 seat theater. I told her, ma'am, the sound on this movie is loud, it's how they recorded it, and the trailers are loud because of the sound format. It will correct and be fine. So off she goes. Now, Twister is a DISASTER movie, ie it's going to be loud when a tornado shows up on screen and moves neighborhood b to city a. She watches the entire thing, and I go to clean up. I barely make it in the theater, and I get screamed at. Every word in the book. I'm going to sue you, I've lost my hearing, I don't want any excuses, blah blah. So I take this for 15 minutes solid, and not a single coworker goes to get a manager. After she leaves, I look at everyone in the theater, and proudly say, Thank every fucking one of you for not going to get me help. I walked out, grabbed a large broom handle, went outside, and shattered it numerous times over a concrete barricade.
Another suckass at the theaters was this loser. Man in his early 50's. My friend, who happened to be black, ran track for the local university, and from Connecticut and never really had problems of being singled out for it. This loser comes up, from a good 20 feet away, bucket of empty popcorn in his hands, coke cups, trash, and shoves it right in his chest. "You can take care of this, right boy?" My friend looked at him, same as you'd look at a mosquito before killing it. "You hear me ok boy? I asked you to take care of this" " He didn't say what I think he just said, did he?" I answered, loud enough to be clearly heard "Yes, that ignorant, white trash supremacist said EXACTLY what you thought he did".
This one was recent, last year. Goes to show ANY idiot can work for the federal government. I was working for an office supply company, local, that did a vast majority of work with the local and federal government. We were minority and disabled owned. It got us a lot of work. One of our biggest clients was the Veterans Affair's offices, not just local, but all. We usually got their order, got the supplies from Phoenix, packed them and shipped them ourselves. The main office in Washington DC ordered roughly $700 worth of supplies. We sent it, in 2 boxes. One got there, the other didnt. Lo and behold, the one with the $500 worth of stuff in it didn't get there. We looked high and low, all over UPS and the office trying to find it. Then the customer calls me back, after I've already been torn a new one by the VA claiming never to do business with us again and my boss' three eyed bitch of a wife. The customer says, we have a box here, it's a chair, can you have it picked up. I'm like, what the hell? We never sent you a chair. How big is it? Oh, the picture on it looks like a small reception chair. How big is it? Oh, about 2 feet by 2 feet and about 8 inches tall. <Ding> Ma'am, did you open the box? No, it's a chair. I didn't order a chair, why would I open it. For 3 THREE days i beg this woman, can you open the box? No, if I open it, I can't send it back. ma'am, I'm the service manager here. If I say we'll take it back if it's a chair we will(also thinking if it's a chair we shipped I'll walk to Washington, pack it up my own ass and walk back with it). Oh, would you look at that? It's our office supplies. Gee, who would have thought? We recycle boxes and send out 140 items YOU ordered in one big box, instead of marking each one with a label and sending them to you one by one.
A long time ago, I interned at Disney World. Was a blast, and back then, really gave you insight on how to treat people right. I'm working overtime in attractions one day, on Dumbo. Now Dumbo requires you to line up, split into two holding areas, get a 'pass', and get on, because there are limited seats. So I'm wondering why we've got a family of four screwed out of an elephant, and some weasel has let his kids and wife in through the exit line. I asked him, Sir, your family has to go through the line to get on. This is an exit. Oh, I'm handicapped, I can get them on any ride they want. No sir, YOU are allowed special circumstances where we will help YOU and YOUR family get on, but you have to go through the line and let us know. No, I'm a customer, I am handicapped, and my family is getting on this ride. Really? (Last ride of the day) So I call security, I've got a family of 4 screwed, and this guy being a pain. Turns out security had been looking for him. a) he wasn't handicapped, b) he'd been pulling this scam at every ride, and c) he's been an asshole to everyone he's come into contact with. So his family gets one last ride around the world, lovely pictures of daddy arguing with security, so forth. They get off, all of their tickets are asked for, and shredded in front of them. The handicapped card they've been using also goes in the garbage. When I inquired about it later, they were also thrown out of their hotel and off property. I do love organizations that have rules for a reason.
When i got back from El Paso, I started working for General Cinemas. When Twister came out, we got loads of emails saying, The movie is louder than the furnaces in hell, advise customers of loud noise. So we posted at least 15 of these signs all over the building, and we're a building of 6 screens, 3 of which are for Twister, and roughly 5 concession stands, two box offices and a door box. You'd have to be certifiable not to see them. Sure enough, this evil hag comes in, and complains about the sound during the trailers. For those of you who don't know, trailers back then were almost always mono only, meaning they were loud to start with in a 300 seat theater. I told her, ma'am, the sound on this movie is loud, it's how they recorded it, and the trailers are loud because of the sound format. It will correct and be fine. So off she goes. Now, Twister is a DISASTER movie, ie it's going to be loud when a tornado shows up on screen and moves neighborhood b to city a. She watches the entire thing, and I go to clean up. I barely make it in the theater, and I get screamed at. Every word in the book. I'm going to sue you, I've lost my hearing, I don't want any excuses, blah blah. So I take this for 15 minutes solid, and not a single coworker goes to get a manager. After she leaves, I look at everyone in the theater, and proudly say, Thank every fucking one of you for not going to get me help. I walked out, grabbed a large broom handle, went outside, and shattered it numerous times over a concrete barricade.
Another suckass at the theaters was this loser. Man in his early 50's. My friend, who happened to be black, ran track for the local university, and from Connecticut and never really had problems of being singled out for it. This loser comes up, from a good 20 feet away, bucket of empty popcorn in his hands, coke cups, trash, and shoves it right in his chest. "You can take care of this, right boy?" My friend looked at him, same as you'd look at a mosquito before killing it. "You hear me ok boy? I asked you to take care of this" " He didn't say what I think he just said, did he?" I answered, loud enough to be clearly heard "Yes, that ignorant, white trash supremacist said EXACTLY what you thought he did".
This one was recent, last year. Goes to show ANY idiot can work for the federal government. I was working for an office supply company, local, that did a vast majority of work with the local and federal government. We were minority and disabled owned. It got us a lot of work. One of our biggest clients was the Veterans Affair's offices, not just local, but all. We usually got their order, got the supplies from Phoenix, packed them and shipped them ourselves. The main office in Washington DC ordered roughly $700 worth of supplies. We sent it, in 2 boxes. One got there, the other didnt. Lo and behold, the one with the $500 worth of stuff in it didn't get there. We looked high and low, all over UPS and the office trying to find it. Then the customer calls me back, after I've already been torn a new one by the VA claiming never to do business with us again and my boss' three eyed bitch of a wife. The customer says, we have a box here, it's a chair, can you have it picked up. I'm like, what the hell? We never sent you a chair. How big is it? Oh, the picture on it looks like a small reception chair. How big is it? Oh, about 2 feet by 2 feet and about 8 inches tall. <Ding> Ma'am, did you open the box? No, it's a chair. I didn't order a chair, why would I open it. For 3 THREE days i beg this woman, can you open the box? No, if I open it, I can't send it back. ma'am, I'm the service manager here. If I say we'll take it back if it's a chair we will(also thinking if it's a chair we shipped I'll walk to Washington, pack it up my own ass and walk back with it). Oh, would you look at that? It's our office supplies. Gee, who would have thought? We recycle boxes and send out 140 items YOU ordered in one big box, instead of marking each one with a label and sending them to you one by one.
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