Wow, it's been a while since anyone's annoyed me enough to post about them here.
I know what the fuck I'm talking about, thank you
(This SC's tone of voice was just so....like I was personally responsible for all his problems, not just this one)
ME: "Good evening, grocery store!"
SC: "I was in there earlier, I was sending a Western Union, and the girl put the sender in the receiver place."
ME: "Sorry about that. I can fix this, what I need you to do is come back with your Western Union receipt and your ID, and I can fix that right up for you."
SC: "But I don't have ID right now!"
ME: "I'm sorry, then I can't do anything, Western Union requires me to have ID. You can call Western Union, and maybe they can do something for you."
SC: "But the girl she put the sender in the receiver, now he can't pick it up!!"
ME: "I'm sorry, sir, I cannot do anything without some ID."
SC: "But I sent it today! The girl put the sender in the receiver!!"
ME: "I understand, sir, and I'd really like to help you, but Western Union policy is that I cannot alter a Western Union without the receipt and your ID."
SC: "NO IT IS NOT!!!"
ME: "Yes, sir, it is."
SC: "I want a manager!!"
ME: "Hold please."
I sympathize with your plight, jackass, but 1) I didn't mess up your transaction, stop fucking yelling at me, 2) the woman who messed it up didn't do it on purpose, and 3) arguing with me IS NOT GOING TO CHANGE THE POLICY, SO SHUT UP!!!!
You obviously know where the Coinstar is, so fucking use it
(my thoughts in italics)
So, this woman comes up to customer service and hands me a Coinstar slip for $2.70. Why the fuck did you go to the Coinstar for two frikken dollars?!
Then, she starts rummaging around in this tupperware container in her hand. Oh, she'd better not be doing what I think she's doing......
EW: "Here I need a dollar for this."
Yes, she is, what the fuck is your problem, woman?!
I sullenly hand her the change from the Coinstar and count out the handful of change she gave me and replace it with a dollar.
EW: "And here, from what you just gave me."
Fuck. You.
Using all the body language in my command I do my best to make it clear I fucking hate her now, and hand her the top dollar in my til.
EW: "This is all taped up, give me another one, I don't want one that's all taped up."
I pretty much snatch it out of her hand, exchange it for another one, and slam my til closed.
EW: "Good luck getting rid of the tapey one!"
Fucking die!!
I gave it to the next guy, he didn't have a problem with it.
I should have refused to do it, my FEM has told me I can, but I wasn't sure I could avoid adding "you stupid bitch" to the end of my sentence. It wasn't just what she did, it was her body language, you know, the body language that says "you are my servant and must do what I say." Arrgh!!
**Bonus** Cursing Out Coworkers
The sign in the bakery says you are open from 6am until 9pm.
So why is it that no one was in the bakery after six?!!?! And nobody told us, so one woman was waiting for assistance for half an hour before the evening store manager realized that there was no one here!!!
The front end manager spent two fucking hours trying to reach someone from the bakery so she could find out if someone who had an order in for tomorrow could actually pick it up in the morning.
And don't get me started on how the bakery is able to open an hour before the rest of the store.
**Double Bonus** Sighting
(overheard while I was walking)
Annoying Teenager: "This kid knows Damien, they played hock togeth!"
Her Friend Across the Busy Street: "What?" (as in "I can't hear you", not as in "what the hell was that")
Annoying Teenager: "This kid knows Damien," (carefully enunciating) "they played hock togeth!"
........because the extra two syllables would kill you? *sob*
I know what the fuck I'm talking about, thank you
(This SC's tone of voice was just so....like I was personally responsible for all his problems, not just this one)
ME: "Good evening, grocery store!"
SC: "I was in there earlier, I was sending a Western Union, and the girl put the sender in the receiver place."
ME: "Sorry about that. I can fix this, what I need you to do is come back with your Western Union receipt and your ID, and I can fix that right up for you."
SC: "But I don't have ID right now!"
ME: "I'm sorry, then I can't do anything, Western Union requires me to have ID. You can call Western Union, and maybe they can do something for you."
SC: "But the girl she put the sender in the receiver, now he can't pick it up!!"
ME: "I'm sorry, sir, I cannot do anything without some ID."
SC: "But I sent it today! The girl put the sender in the receiver!!"
ME: "I understand, sir, and I'd really like to help you, but Western Union policy is that I cannot alter a Western Union without the receipt and your ID."
SC: "NO IT IS NOT!!!"
ME: "Yes, sir, it is."
SC: "I want a manager!!"
ME: "Hold please."
I sympathize with your plight, jackass, but 1) I didn't mess up your transaction, stop fucking yelling at me, 2) the woman who messed it up didn't do it on purpose, and 3) arguing with me IS NOT GOING TO CHANGE THE POLICY, SO SHUT UP!!!!
You obviously know where the Coinstar is, so fucking use it
(my thoughts in italics)
So, this woman comes up to customer service and hands me a Coinstar slip for $2.70. Why the fuck did you go to the Coinstar for two frikken dollars?!
Then, she starts rummaging around in this tupperware container in her hand. Oh, she'd better not be doing what I think she's doing......
EW: "Here I need a dollar for this."
Yes, she is, what the fuck is your problem, woman?!
I sullenly hand her the change from the Coinstar and count out the handful of change she gave me and replace it with a dollar.
EW: "And here, from what you just gave me."
Fuck. You.
Using all the body language in my command I do my best to make it clear I fucking hate her now, and hand her the top dollar in my til.
EW: "This is all taped up, give me another one, I don't want one that's all taped up."
I pretty much snatch it out of her hand, exchange it for another one, and slam my til closed.
EW: "Good luck getting rid of the tapey one!"
Fucking die!!
I gave it to the next guy, he didn't have a problem with it.
I should have refused to do it, my FEM has told me I can, but I wasn't sure I could avoid adding "you stupid bitch" to the end of my sentence. It wasn't just what she did, it was her body language, you know, the body language that says "you are my servant and must do what I say." Arrgh!!
**Bonus** Cursing Out Coworkers
The sign in the bakery says you are open from 6am until 9pm.
So why is it that no one was in the bakery after six?!!?! And nobody told us, so one woman was waiting for assistance for half an hour before the evening store manager realized that there was no one here!!!
The front end manager spent two fucking hours trying to reach someone from the bakery so she could find out if someone who had an order in for tomorrow could actually pick it up in the morning.
And don't get me started on how the bakery is able to open an hour before the rest of the store.
**Double Bonus** Sighting
(overheard while I was walking)
Annoying Teenager: "This kid knows Damien, they played hock togeth!"
Her Friend Across the Busy Street: "What?" (as in "I can't hear you", not as in "what the hell was that")
Annoying Teenager: "This kid knows Damien," (carefully enunciating) "they played hock togeth!"
........because the extra two syllables would kill you? *sob*
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