Part 1 here, part 2 there.
I am just one bad knife cut away from fulfilling yesterday's statement. I had shit today, tears yesterday, piss on Saturday and suck all around.
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Photo Phollies; Or, How Not To Impress Your High School Gym Teacher
Gym teacher ordered 11 8x10" photos yesterday night and paid for them. Our 8x10 printer decided it wanted to malfunction for no good reason. Literally. It had ribbon, it had paper, it was turned on, it was set in the right spot on the photo lab, we pleaded with it, we swore at it, we offered it the souls of freshly killed stupid customers.... Gym teacher was not impressed because "My son is leaving for NYC in 15 minutes to get his big break on Broadway!11!1eleventy!11!!" SM ended up having to refund her the money and poor son is going to have to print his glamour shots in NYC and pay the $10 trillion sales tax. Oh fricken well.
Pounds Of Pennies, Gallons Of Mouthwash, Round 2
S3 kept paging and paging and paging for me to ring though I was on my lunch. I clocked in a few minutes early to see Mouthwash Lady (Minty Fresh I shall dub her) once again, dumping out piles of pennies covered in (pubic) hair, tobacco and strands of blonde hair. She was buying more mouthwash, a bigger bottle this time. She pushed 4 dimes and a small pile of pennies at S3. S3 takes no shit from anyone.
"Really? You're not getting this. A, you're already toasted, and B, that's not enough. Pay me more or get the hell out."
Minty Fresh dumped the pennies back into her purse, gave S3 the stink eye and left.
Unfortunately, everyone else seems to have picked up her method of paying. I had never been so nickled and dimed this week. People cannot be broke already, payday was Friday, foodstamp was yesterday and government checks were last week. Cannot fricken believe it.
"He's So Swine-ish I'm Surprised He Hasn't Grown A Snout And A Tail Already."
One customer (henceforth known as God's Gift To Swine or GGTS) comes in and will constantly flirt with all of us women cashiers. Young, old, busy, not, he will lean waaaaaay over your register and get into your personal space. GGTS is pushing the later end of 50 (fuck pushing, he's leaning on it). "Listen. Hey baby how you doin' are we goin' to dinner come on you know you want me you're in the mood"
"Sorry, not in THAT mood. Bye."
"HAHAHAHA baby you so funny come on baby you so nice you owe me dinner my girlfriend is in Florida/my girlfriend is dead rest her soul (changes week to week) but baby you're the one for me come on"
"Bye!"
"Hey listen baby, Pussy loving *sucks his lips* come on you know you want it I take care of all my girls"
"OUT".
*fucks off*
S3 will run and hide from him when he's there. Me? I just let him yammer on about everything, since if you've read my thread about "Studmuffin Is A Horny Creep" in CoC, you'll know that store manager will do NOTHING to stop this guy.
Bleach. Bleach Everywhere.
Someone left a dirty diaper in one of the carts. No, I didn't see the failure of humanity who did that. Yes, when I found it, I threw it out, took the cart outside and sprayed bleach all over it.
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And that's it. Cannot wait to see whose blood will be spilled. Mine, GGTS, Minty Fresh or some customer that decided to walk about with an open vein on something.
Quoth ralerin
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Photo Phollies; Or, How Not To Impress Your High School Gym Teacher
Gym teacher ordered 11 8x10" photos yesterday night and paid for them. Our 8x10 printer decided it wanted to malfunction for no good reason. Literally. It had ribbon, it had paper, it was turned on, it was set in the right spot on the photo lab, we pleaded with it, we swore at it, we offered it the souls of freshly killed stupid customers.... Gym teacher was not impressed because "My son is leaving for NYC in 15 minutes to get his big break on Broadway!11!1eleventy!11!!" SM ended up having to refund her the money and poor son is going to have to print his glamour shots in NYC and pay the $10 trillion sales tax. Oh fricken well.
Pounds Of Pennies, Gallons Of Mouthwash, Round 2
S3 kept paging and paging and paging for me to ring though I was on my lunch. I clocked in a few minutes early to see Mouthwash Lady (Minty Fresh I shall dub her) once again, dumping out piles of pennies covered in (pubic) hair, tobacco and strands of blonde hair. She was buying more mouthwash, a bigger bottle this time. She pushed 4 dimes and a small pile of pennies at S3. S3 takes no shit from anyone.
"Really? You're not getting this. A, you're already toasted, and B, that's not enough. Pay me more or get the hell out."
Minty Fresh dumped the pennies back into her purse, gave S3 the stink eye and left.
Unfortunately, everyone else seems to have picked up her method of paying. I had never been so nickled and dimed this week. People cannot be broke already, payday was Friday, foodstamp was yesterday and government checks were last week. Cannot fricken believe it.
"He's So Swine-ish I'm Surprised He Hasn't Grown A Snout And A Tail Already."
One customer (henceforth known as God's Gift To Swine or GGTS) comes in and will constantly flirt with all of us women cashiers. Young, old, busy, not, he will lean waaaaaay over your register and get into your personal space. GGTS is pushing the later end of 50 (fuck pushing, he's leaning on it). "Listen. Hey baby how you doin' are we goin' to dinner come on you know you want me you're in the mood"
"Sorry, not in THAT mood. Bye."
"HAHAHAHA baby you so funny come on baby you so nice you owe me dinner my girlfriend is in Florida/my girlfriend is dead rest her soul (changes week to week) but baby you're the one for me come on"
"Bye!"
"Hey listen baby, Pussy loving *sucks his lips* come on you know you want it I take care of all my girls"
"OUT".
*fucks off*
S3 will run and hide from him when he's there. Me? I just let him yammer on about everything, since if you've read my thread about "Studmuffin Is A Horny Creep" in CoC, you'll know that store manager will do NOTHING to stop this guy.
Bleach. Bleach Everywhere.
Someone left a dirty diaper in one of the carts. No, I didn't see the failure of humanity who did that. Yes, when I found it, I threw it out, took the cart outside and sprayed bleach all over it.
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And that's it. Cannot wait to see whose blood will be spilled. Mine, GGTS, Minty Fresh or some customer that decided to walk about with an open vein on something.
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