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wtf?
Why are a bunch of today's newspapers doing on top of this shelf? I had to go get a stool to reach them. OH, I see some dude watching me. Is it his thing, making sure no one else can find and enjoy the newspapers?
wtf? 2
Why is that nicely dressed woman, with a french pedicure, resting her bare feet on the table?!! I'm used to seeing people with their feet up on the table, but bare feet?
fuck you.
mama and baby come up to me. Mama wants a computer card, I tell her I need ID with her address, she says her ID got stolen (me:
), but she says she has her Social security card. I tell her, again, I need an ID with address. She tells me about a whole bunch of cards she have, but none with her address and she repeats her ID got stolen. I finally tell her, "why are you arguing with me? I need an ID with your address." She of course walks away, mumbling and I say, "I guess you can't use a computer today." I'm pretty sure she called me a "bitch", but fuck her. There are signs at almost every desk (not at the desk I was at, though) announcing our new policy, in force since January 3, 2011, that we need an ID to issuea computer-use card. I guess the girl would hope I would wuss out and give her one to shut her up.
Why are a bunch of today's newspapers doing on top of this shelf? I had to go get a stool to reach them. OH, I see some dude watching me. Is it his thing, making sure no one else can find and enjoy the newspapers?
wtf? 2
Why is that nicely dressed woman, with a french pedicure, resting her bare feet on the table?!! I'm used to seeing people with their feet up on the table, but bare feet?
fuck you.
mama and baby come up to me. Mama wants a computer card, I tell her I need ID with her address, she says her ID got stolen (me:
), but she says she has her Social security card. I tell her, again, I need an ID with address. She tells me about a whole bunch of cards she have, but none with her address and she repeats her ID got stolen. I finally tell her, "why are you arguing with me? I need an ID with your address." She of course walks away, mumbling and I say, "I guess you can't use a computer today." I'm pretty sure she called me a "bitch", but fuck her. There are signs at almost every desk (not at the desk I was at, though) announcing our new policy, in force since January 3, 2011, that we need an ID to issuea computer-use card. I guess the girl would hope I would wuss out and give her one to shut her up.