Mother Lode of Entitlement Whorism (long)

[Igorina]

PS aphids don't bite. In fact, I once went to work with about 300 of them swarming in my hair. That was fun. I didn't realize they were in there until a coworker screamed "holy shit, what's in your HAIR???" ( I brushed up through a clump of Evening Primrose on my way out the door. Sticky...and filled with aphids. Looked like giant lice.)

No, the most demonic thing I can think of is the fire ant idea. I've had those in my bra once. Let me tell you, I was injured. Injured bad. Nothing worse than fire ants. I'm in.

Oh, aphids will bite. Or at least they bite me when I've been smeared with plant juice.

It may just be their form of revenge.

Whatever the cause of their feasting on me, the bites are painful and itchy. Though less persistant than fire ant stings.

[bainsidhe]

And how big is her fan? Based on her prior lack of planning, she either bought a huge one to blow everything away, or thoughtlessly got a puny little fan that doesn't rotate. Hmmm.

Is your coworker someone who hasn't manned the booth before? I grandly suggest your coworker ask if PB can turn her fan towards your booth so the customers feel a breeze.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

I really do wish so, too. I miss all the fun! I was tempted to volunteer for another shift, just so I could go down there and fuck with her some more.

Believe it or not, I have a rep around here for being extremely laid back (except by K...K knows me very, very well.). However, people like this really do incite me to indulge my vindictive streak.

Everyone in my department who took a shift down there came back with stories about "Fan Lady" as she is now called. And they all said she was badmouthing K to anyone who would listen.

I feel extremely ripped off that I was even as tolerant of her as I was, and as it was, I was only marginally polite to her. Had I know about how she was before she spoke to me, I would have told her to pound sand.

Know how she asked me if she could move the fan? I'm sitting there talking to the various customers in our booth, and she comes over and asks if she could move the fan because...get this..."if you blow the air out towards the walkway (and, conveniently, towards her booth), when people pass by, they'll feel the breeze and look your way."

No lie, she said that.

I just looked at her, probably with annoyance, and said, "look, if you're hot, you can move that fan there, as I dont' feel the breeze where I'm sitting. However, the minute we need it or I get hot, I'm moving it. So take that into account when you move it." So she set it to occilate, which was actually fine by me. But geez, just fucking ask, okay, don't give it a tasty horseshit coating first. I'd like to think I'm at least slightly smarter than an odor-eater.

So today, our clerk, who was taking a turn in the booth this afternoon, sent out an email. I heard gales of laughter from my co-workers. When I clicked on my Outlook to see what was going on, I had an email with the subject line "fan lady".

Message was "She bought a fan today."



PS aphids don't bite. In fact, I once went to work with about 300 of them swarming in my hair. That was fun. I didn't realize they were in there until a coworker screamed "holy shit, what's in your HAIR???" ( I brushed up through a clump of Evening Primrose on my way out the door. Sticky...and filled with aphids. Looked like giant lice.)

No, the most demonic thing I can think of is the fire ant idea. I've had those in my bra once. Let me tell you, I was injured. Injured bad. Nothing worse than fire ants. I'm in.

[Igorina]

The amount of people to whom I'd wish Fire Ants in their nether regions grows every day I read this board...

I can hook you up with a coupla colonies...

And I extend the same offer to you, too, RK.

I wonder if holding this woman down and smearing her skin with plant juices and then tossing her into a box filled with aphids would be effective?

Only one way to find out!

[bainsidhe]

I need regular updates on the location and movements of this EW. I don't want to be caught by suprise when she turns the corner and the earth shifts to revolve around her.

Cute.

And RK, make it stop. My head. It huuuuurrrrrttts. And lemme tell ya, I wish you'd been manning the booth a little more. Methinks you would've introduced PB to clue-by-four

[Crazeyal]

The amount of people to whom I'd wish Fire Ants in their nether regions grows every day I read this board...

[BookstoreEscapee]

Well, it's probably just her business, I doubt she works for anyone. So she probably doesn't have a boss other than herself.

2 thoughts:

She has her own business cuz no one else will hire her.

and/or

She won't have her business for much longer if she keeps up that sh*t.


More drugs, less drugs, different drugs...hm...

[Geek King]

I need regular updates on the location and movements of this EW. I don't want to be caught by suprise when she turns the corner and the earth shifts to revolve around her.

[crazylegs]

"Look you fat, lazy sack of cow shit, you come into our booth and hassle us or our fan one more time and we'll shove the fan up your ass and plug your tits into outlets on opposite sides of the fair!"

Snappy.

I just can't fit my head around the fact that she thought it would be appropriate to bitch and whine about someone elses equipment...

[RecoveringKinkoid]

Well, it's probably just her business, I doubt she works for anyone. So she probably doesn't have a boss other than herself.


Okay, so this just in. I just talked to G (his office is behind my cube) and when I came in, K was in there getting the dirt.

Here's what happened:

G walks in, booth is like a sauna. He turns fan to blow into our booth.

Psychobitch is on a microphone, in front of a crowd of people and doing a presentation of her product. She interrupts her own sales pitch to yell at G for moving OUR FAN.

Psychobitch: (loudly amplified by mike) Sir! Sir!
G: (looking around confused)
PB: WHAT do you think you are doing??
G: Um, moving my fan to cool my equipment?
PB: Your equipment is cool enough, sir. Everyone at (insert our company name here) lets me use that fan except for you and one other person (that would be K).
G:
(insert extremely awkward moment for everyone witnessing this little mental breakdown)

So at that point, G is hot. That's when he pulled out his blackberry and texted the "help" message. The fair director and the director in charge of the vendor booths went down there, talked to G, then evidently read the bitch the riot act and for the rest of the night, she didn't even LOOK in our booth's direction. G says she packed it up early for the night and left.

I dont' know what the fair people said to her. I wish I did, though. But get this, G says that when they came back to talk to him after, they said she tried to claim that she didnt' know her mike was on. She's in the middle of a presentation, she's speaking directly into her mike, she's loud as hell, but she didn't know the mike was on, right?

Either less drugs, or more drugs. Not sure which.

[BookstoreEscapee]

Who the hell employs this chick? I'm sure they'd love to hear about that...

You should take a sheet of paper and fold it into a fan for her.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

Oh, man, thank you for that. I laughed so hard I got spit on the screen. Priceless!

I told K to please send me back there. Please, please, please get me an entrance pass. I wanted to put on my pajamas and go lay down in her booth right there in front of God and everybody and start snoring.

She didn't do it. I don't understand why not.

My director said if she'd been in there when she started in on the mike she'd have more than a brace on just her leg. My director was, needless to say, hot about this.

I want to say "I just can't believe the level of entitlement", but the sucky part is that I CAN believe it.

[Sheldonrs]

I believe Hallmark has a card for things like this.

The cover is a picture of a beautiful sunset over the islands of Hawaii.
On the inside, if I remember correctly, says:

"Look you fat, lazy sack of cow shit, you come into our booth and hassle us or our fan one more time and we'll shove the fan up your ass and plug your tits into outlets on opposite sides of the fair!"

Yup, I'm pretty sure that's what the card says.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

Holy CRAP!

The broad in the booth next to us that keeps hassling us about the damn fan?

She went to our booth today (I was not there, we got a desperate text from our man in the booth today to call someone to get the bitch off of him) and... get this...put her feet up on our sofa, laid down, and took a nap.

That's right. She took. A frigging. Nap. In. Our. Frigging. BOOTH.

Oh, you think that's why I'm typing this? (insert bitter laugh here) She was just getting warmed up. Read on.

It was 88 degrees today. It was hot down at the fairgrounds and it was hot in our booth. G, the guy taking a shift there this afternoon, was fending this crazy psycho bitch off all day. "My leg's in a brace. I'm hot. Everyone else has been nice, why can't you be nice? Can't you let me use your fan?" On and on and on. G told her no, that fan was to keep OUR booth cool, that's why we brought it.

So she gets on her PA system (she hawks "cleaning cloths"...basically overpriced paper towels... and uses a mike.) She turns on her mike and starts smacktalking our company. Starts addressing the crowd about how much we suck and how we won't let her use our fan.

Folks, I couldn't make this stuff up. And if I was lying, I'd invent something believable. Seriously.

So we get this desperate text from G to get a message to our director to send help. She had to call the fair director and send HER over there to figure out what in the blazing blue hell was going on in there.

Over a fucking 30 dollar plastic Walmart fan.

What gets me is this is week TWO of this. This parasite can't make a 30 minute Walmart or Kmart run to pick up a fan, but it's our responsibility to see to her needs?

I can't wait to see what G has to say tomorrow. At the very least, she's been ordered to stay out of our booth, and not talk to our customers or our employees.

Unbelievable.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

Had to do a couple shifts running a booth for my company at the State Fair. Here are some highlights. Thank God I got to work with my good friend, K. It was at least fun getting to hang out with her.


1. The guy in the next booth loaded stock market software on our high speed internet kiosk. While we were gone and without even asking. I expect the usual garden-variety fair-patron PITAs to mess with our stuff, but other vendors?

So K took it off, and the next day, the trouserwaffle did it again! So J (large male coworker) went over there and had a Come To Jesus meeting with him. I am not sure what got said, but it didn't happen again. I mean, J is not particularly scary, but I imagine he could BE scary if he wanted to be.

2. The broad in the booth across the walkway from us apparently needed a floor fan (it's hot in that building, no AC), but was too lazy to go get one for herself. She comes over and asks if she can aim our fan at her booth, prefacing it with "all the other people that worked your booth last week have let me." I'm like "so?" What's your point?" I am not my coworkers, and besides, K and I are uncomfortably warm, too. However, we had the forethought to take care of our own needs. I told her she could angle it and/or set it to occilate, but if we needed to move it, I was going to.

I mean, WTF? Let's look at this, shall we? She asked my coworkers every single day for a week if she could use our fan, but it never occurred to her once to get off her ass and make a WalMart run? Seriously?

Now, if I'd known there was history with that chick, I'd have told her to just get bent. The history is:

3. K and I later discussed the fan situation. ( K eventually moved the fan back, why is not important.) Apparently last week, the same chick came over and wanted K to change OUR HD TV over to Fox News so she could sit her ass in our booth, on our sofa, blather into her cell phone, and watch Fox News. In our freaking booth.

I swear I'm not making this up.

K just told her "Look, we are advertising high definition television. Fox is not High Def. I'm not putting it on Fox."

After some back and forth, she left in a huff. K is not a pushover. Far from it. VERY far from it. K will tell you to get stuffed in a heartbeat.

It is not over. Chick comes back later and says her husband wants it on Fox news. K was all like "....and your point is...?" Who the Eff is her husband, the king of old Siam? Geez, the entitlement! If I'd known all that, I wouldn't even have been as tolerant of her fan request as I was, and I was only marginally nice about that. K was all like "I didn't see her offering us any swag to sweeten the pot, she just acted like we owed her!" And she was right. Jerk.

4. Lots of vendors were using our internet kiosk to check their email, which I really didn't mind all that much, because the vast majority of them didn't take advantage and hang on it overly long. However, we were supplying wireless interent service for THE ENTIRE BUILDING as a courtesy so people could bring their laptops.

5. Another guy organized all this last year and said that when he did it, he showed up to set up the booth the day of opening, and idiots were approaching him to hook them up with cable to their booth. He's unloading boxes and they want him to pull a technician out of his ass to magically give them cable right then.

6. We had our techs run our wires, test everything, set us all up, and someone snuck over there and moved the cable...or I should say TRIED to move the cable so they could use it. Causing us a several hour long setback in our set up.

And I'll probably tell you about some of our lovely customers later, although you will probably be totally and completely shocked to hear that most of them were actually all right; downright nice even.

We had some nice neighbors, too, though. Local DJ would bop by occasionally to check his mail and chat with us, he was pretty cool, and would give us heads up to possible trouble heading our way (kindergarten class coming through!Batten down the hatches!). Lady running a jewelry booth was very friendly and nice. Various fair workers and cops would come by on occasion, all very nice. So it wasn't a total bust.