Well it finally happened, the ladies room sign that promises that our bathroom is clean finally was ripped off the wall. It joins the ranks of other things that have been ripped off the wall. Like the toilet paper dispensers and the feminine napkin boxes. Difference is: We never found the sign. Oh well. I guess I don't have to promise that the bathroom is clean...
Speaking of the bathroom it is now my fault (and she was very disappointed with me) that people can't pee INTO the toilet. I should apparently be making sure that everyone pees INTO the toilet so she doesn't have to use the other stall because there's pee everywhere. There is a simple solution to any bathroom issue--tell me. Because I don't have a third eye that let's me see when there's something wrong. What did you do? Oh you told the Deli people...who can't do a damn thing about it. This tells me that you didn't actually want the problem fixed, you just wanted to bitch about it. Congrats, you did it.
This SC just was itching for something to yell about and I shot her down every time.
SC: THERE ARE NO SMALL CUPS.
Me: *slides in a sleeve of small cups right as she's saying that*
SC: Oh...WELL THERE ARE NO LIDS.
Me: *hands her a lid.*
SC: ...huh. Everyone has a function here then I guess.
Thanks for pointing out the obvious. It IS kinda my job. What are you, my inspector?
The UPS guy kept talking to my male CW as if he were in charge when he came in with a bunch of packages. CW was both busy and not the person in charge. I was free and I'm also the one who takes care of stuff like that. The UPS guy acted seriously sexist and I was very put out by it. I was standing right in front of him with my hands out in front of the office for the thing to sign and he asked me if I wanted my CW to sign it. I was like, "No....I'll sign it..."
A storm blows in...
SC: I'd like two lottery tickets.
CW: Our machine is offline due to the storm.
SC: ......so you won't print me tickets?
CW: ....I can't print you tickets.
SC: *huff*
SC: Why aren't you outside doing trash?
Me: ...have you...looked outside? I'll go when it isn't raining. Which will be in about ten minutes.
Your 6 year old is with you and...
CW: I can only give you 100 dollars back from these lottery winners.
SC: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!
I'm standing next to you. I have just opened up a plastic bag into a trashcan that quite obviously goes into the cupboard right next to you. The trashcan to which that hole in the counter leads. The trashcan that is mysteriously absent from under there. You see me. You see the open cupboard. You see that the trashcan goes into the cupboard and thus the hole must lead to the trashcan which is not there at the moment.
And you put your garbage in that hole anyway. Minus one hundred points from you house for complete and utter obliviousness.
CLOSED.
SC: *walks up to obviously closed register* HELLOOOOOOO?!
Me: *turns around from stocking cigarettes, sees CW without a customer trying to wave her over* HI. *turns back around.*
SC: *blinks then walks over to CW*
Is this coffee fresh? Well let's just see here shall we? Technically the coffee is still in the range of good. But fresh? Well that depends on your idea of what fresh is. If you mean hot then yes. If you mean I just made it two seconds ago then no. I'm sorry we can't be making coffee all the time, I'll take full responsibility for the fact that your prissy face can't handle coffee that's ten minutes old.
You're angry because I carded everyone in your party when you wanted to buy cigars. You kept asking me "I can't get them because SHE doesn't have her ID? THIS IS RIDICULOUS. THIS IS STUPID." Well sir, my response to you was "That's the rules." But it should have been, "Have you ever been in a liquor store? You know what they do when you're in a group? They card all of you. Same basic principle." I think I'm going to use that line next time someone bitches as hardcore as you did.
Initiative.
SC: Looks like your vacuum lost suction.
Me: The carpet's good enough.
SC: No I think you'll have to get out a broom and sweep that stuff up.
Me: ...I'm not paid enough to sweep the carpets. That's stupid.
SC: *apparently offended by my response to his demand (it was not a suggestion)* It's CALLED initiative.
Me: If they want to see my initiative they can watch the tapes. They give me a raise--I'll sweep the carpet.
SC: It's how you GET the raise.
Me: They don't pass out raises for shit they can get for cheap.
That seemed to shut him up. There wasn't even anything to sweep up. He was just being a dillhole.
Speaking of the bathroom it is now my fault (and she was very disappointed with me) that people can't pee INTO the toilet. I should apparently be making sure that everyone pees INTO the toilet so she doesn't have to use the other stall because there's pee everywhere. There is a simple solution to any bathroom issue--tell me. Because I don't have a third eye that let's me see when there's something wrong. What did you do? Oh you told the Deli people...who can't do a damn thing about it. This tells me that you didn't actually want the problem fixed, you just wanted to bitch about it. Congrats, you did it.
This SC just was itching for something to yell about and I shot her down every time.
SC: THERE ARE NO SMALL CUPS.
Me: *slides in a sleeve of small cups right as she's saying that*
SC: Oh...WELL THERE ARE NO LIDS.
Me: *hands her a lid.*
SC: ...huh. Everyone has a function here then I guess.
Thanks for pointing out the obvious. It IS kinda my job. What are you, my inspector?
The UPS guy kept talking to my male CW as if he were in charge when he came in with a bunch of packages. CW was both busy and not the person in charge. I was free and I'm also the one who takes care of stuff like that. The UPS guy acted seriously sexist and I was very put out by it. I was standing right in front of him with my hands out in front of the office for the thing to sign and he asked me if I wanted my CW to sign it. I was like, "No....I'll sign it..."
A storm blows in...
SC: I'd like two lottery tickets.
CW: Our machine is offline due to the storm.
SC: ......so you won't print me tickets?
CW: ....I can't print you tickets.
SC: *huff*
SC: Why aren't you outside doing trash?
Me: ...have you...looked outside? I'll go when it isn't raining. Which will be in about ten minutes.
Your 6 year old is with you and...
CW: I can only give you 100 dollars back from these lottery winners.
SC: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!
I'm standing next to you. I have just opened up a plastic bag into a trashcan that quite obviously goes into the cupboard right next to you. The trashcan to which that hole in the counter leads. The trashcan that is mysteriously absent from under there. You see me. You see the open cupboard. You see that the trashcan goes into the cupboard and thus the hole must lead to the trashcan which is not there at the moment.
And you put your garbage in that hole anyway. Minus one hundred points from you house for complete and utter obliviousness.
CLOSED.
SC: *walks up to obviously closed register* HELLOOOOOOO?!
Me: *turns around from stocking cigarettes, sees CW without a customer trying to wave her over* HI. *turns back around.*
SC: *blinks then walks over to CW*
Is this coffee fresh? Well let's just see here shall we? Technically the coffee is still in the range of good. But fresh? Well that depends on your idea of what fresh is. If you mean hot then yes. If you mean I just made it two seconds ago then no. I'm sorry we can't be making coffee all the time, I'll take full responsibility for the fact that your prissy face can't handle coffee that's ten minutes old.
You're angry because I carded everyone in your party when you wanted to buy cigars. You kept asking me "I can't get them because SHE doesn't have her ID? THIS IS RIDICULOUS. THIS IS STUPID." Well sir, my response to you was "That's the rules." But it should have been, "Have you ever been in a liquor store? You know what they do when you're in a group? They card all of you. Same basic principle." I think I'm going to use that line next time someone bitches as hardcore as you did.
Initiative.
SC: Looks like your vacuum lost suction.
Me: The carpet's good enough.
SC: No I think you'll have to get out a broom and sweep that stuff up.
Me: ...I'm not paid enough to sweep the carpets. That's stupid.
SC: *apparently offended by my response to his demand (it was not a suggestion)* It's CALLED initiative.
Me: If they want to see my initiative they can watch the tapes. They give me a raise--I'll sweep the carpet.
SC: It's how you GET the raise.
Me: They don't pass out raises for shit they can get for cheap.
That seemed to shut him up. There wasn't even anything to sweep up. He was just being a dillhole.
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