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This is what I get for LEAVING THE HOUSE.
But I need it NAO.
Yesterday, I went to get my hair dyed (I'm 24 and going grey, ppls). The woman who does my hair (we'll call her "A") here at the base is the ONLY person on the job. She does scheduling, ordering, reception, and ALL hair, waxing, etc. In other words, she is a one woman hair salon.
Let me give you a visual, here. My hair is HALF DONE. As in, she is HOLDING IT UP IN THE AIR, with a paint-brush covered in hair dye, looking for missed spots.
A woman who shall be called Entitlement Whore (or EW) breezes in without knocking (as is required by a sign on the door which says "Please knock - I may have a customer") and, instead of waiting at the sign-in desk, breezes on back to the room where waxing is done. She pauses by the door, looks at A, and the following conversation ensues:
EW: I need my arms waxed.
A: *is holding my HAIR WITH DYE IN IT* I'm with a customer.
EW: ...Oh.
A: ...
EW: Well, when will SHE be done?
A: In about half an hour, but I have another appointment after her.
EW: Well, can't you fit me in?
A: No, but you can make an appointment -
EW: No, I'm not making an appointment. I don't know what my schedule will be.
A: ...
EW: I'll just give you my number and when you have TIME, you can call me and I'll see if I'm busy.
A: ...
EW: *jots her number and breezes out*
A: ...She does this once a week.
Me:
Apparently, this chick's MO is to waltz in, ask for something simple (eyebrows, arms, etc), act like she's in a HUGE hurry, and usually the customer presently being helped will say, "Oh, it's just a quick thing. Go take care of her. I'll wait."
And then "just a wax" will turn into "Oh, and could you just trim my hair for me?" And, "Oh, and a shampoo". She is the moose who got the muffin.
She has NEVER made an appointment.
As Related To Me: The Neverending Story
My friend does enrollment for a certain college. Short-hand backstory, non-US citizens CAN NOT attend this college.
Apparently, one woman, who was married to a US citizen but is now divorced (and therefore no longer a US citizen) was somehow managing to stay enrolled in classes. However, she stopped attending for a year and a half, so her registration records were destroyed (this is a coworker suck we didn't get into).
So she came into my friend's (M's) office, and decided she wanted to re-enroll. She made it seem, in their preliminary discussion, that she was still married to her ex-husband, and so was still eligible for enrollment.
M: Okay, I'll need your Social Security Number, please.
EW: I don't know it.
M: Well, can I see your dependant ID card?
EW: *hands M her base pass (which is NOT her Dep. ID)*
M: No, your dependant ID, please.
EW: ...
M: ...Do you have one?
EW: ...No.
M: Are you still married?
EW: No.
M: I'm afraid you can't attend this college because *explains long-winded US Military reasoning*.
EW: Call J. J will tell you. I attended already. J will let me.
M: ...I'm telling you, you aren't allowed.
EW: Call J.
M: *calls J, who tells her "no"* I'm afraid the answer is still "no". However, you can attend online classes using your old social security number, so long as I don't know about it... (This technically isn't allowed, but this particular college looks the other way. - M is not willing to BREAK the rules, but she'll bend them.)
EW: I see.
And so, EW leaves the office. Is that the end of it? Heeeck no. It wouldn't be a suck if it was, really.
EW works in the base bookstore (Let's not get into semantics about why she can work there, but not attend college or shop at the NEX. I don't understand half the crazy rules around here.) Anyway, she knows most of the people who work at this college. Whenever they come into the bookstore, she BURSTS INTO TEARS and weepingly tells them the sob story of how M was SO RUDE to her, and won't let her attend college, and she JUST WANTS AN EDUCATION, but M is the DEVIL WOMAN.
M is the NICEST person I know. She has had three co-workers approach her regarding her "poor treatment" of College's students, all based on this woman's sob story.
...I need wipes!
Not to get into the whole gory story, but the women's room in the main base building (where the Applebee's, coffee shop, Shopette, and hotel rooms are) was totally out of toilet paper.
So, I thought I'd be a good samaritan and inform the front desk so someone could stock it up, right?
Me: Excuse me, Miss? I just thought I should let someone know, but your restroom is completely out of toilet paper.
Miss: *sharply* Well, it's not MY RESTROOM.
Me: *stares, thinking "wtf?"*
Miss: I'll let SOMEONE know.
Me: ...Um, okay. It's just that it's totally out. I just thought people might need -
Miss: *still with that snotty tone* I'll tell them. *motions toward someone I couldn't see*
Me: ...Okay.
Miss: I think she's in there restocking right now, anyway. Was she in there?
Me: Well, I didn't see anyone else in there, but...y'know. Okay.
Miss: *dismissively* Fine.
I don't know what I might've done to piss that woman off, but it must've been pretty bad.
But I need it NAO.
Yesterday, I went to get my hair dyed (I'm 24 and going grey, ppls). The woman who does my hair (we'll call her "A") here at the base is the ONLY person on the job. She does scheduling, ordering, reception, and ALL hair, waxing, etc. In other words, she is a one woman hair salon.
Let me give you a visual, here. My hair is HALF DONE. As in, she is HOLDING IT UP IN THE AIR, with a paint-brush covered in hair dye, looking for missed spots.
A woman who shall be called Entitlement Whore (or EW) breezes in without knocking (as is required by a sign on the door which says "Please knock - I may have a customer") and, instead of waiting at the sign-in desk, breezes on back to the room where waxing is done. She pauses by the door, looks at A, and the following conversation ensues:
EW: I need my arms waxed.
A: *is holding my HAIR WITH DYE IN IT* I'm with a customer.
EW: ...Oh.
A: ...
EW: Well, when will SHE be done?
A: In about half an hour, but I have another appointment after her.
EW: Well, can't you fit me in?
A: No, but you can make an appointment -
EW: No, I'm not making an appointment. I don't know what my schedule will be.
A: ...
EW: I'll just give you my number and when you have TIME, you can call me and I'll see if I'm busy.
A: ...
EW: *jots her number and breezes out*
A: ...She does this once a week.
Me:
Apparently, this chick's MO is to waltz in, ask for something simple (eyebrows, arms, etc), act like she's in a HUGE hurry, and usually the customer presently being helped will say, "Oh, it's just a quick thing. Go take care of her. I'll wait."
And then "just a wax" will turn into "Oh, and could you just trim my hair for me?" And, "Oh, and a shampoo". She is the moose who got the muffin.
She has NEVER made an appointment.
As Related To Me: The Neverending Story
My friend does enrollment for a certain college. Short-hand backstory, non-US citizens CAN NOT attend this college.
Apparently, one woman, who was married to a US citizen but is now divorced (and therefore no longer a US citizen) was somehow managing to stay enrolled in classes. However, she stopped attending for a year and a half, so her registration records were destroyed (this is a coworker suck we didn't get into).
So she came into my friend's (M's) office, and decided she wanted to re-enroll. She made it seem, in their preliminary discussion, that she was still married to her ex-husband, and so was still eligible for enrollment.
M: Okay, I'll need your Social Security Number, please.
EW: I don't know it.
M: Well, can I see your dependant ID card?
EW: *hands M her base pass (which is NOT her Dep. ID)*
M: No, your dependant ID, please.
EW: ...
M: ...Do you have one?
EW: ...No.
M: Are you still married?
EW: No.
M: I'm afraid you can't attend this college because *explains long-winded US Military reasoning*.
EW: Call J. J will tell you. I attended already. J will let me.
M: ...I'm telling you, you aren't allowed.
EW: Call J.
M: *calls J, who tells her "no"* I'm afraid the answer is still "no". However, you can attend online classes using your old social security number, so long as I don't know about it... (This technically isn't allowed, but this particular college looks the other way. - M is not willing to BREAK the rules, but she'll bend them.)
EW: I see.
And so, EW leaves the office. Is that the end of it? Heeeck no. It wouldn't be a suck if it was, really.
EW works in the base bookstore (Let's not get into semantics about why she can work there, but not attend college or shop at the NEX. I don't understand half the crazy rules around here.) Anyway, she knows most of the people who work at this college. Whenever they come into the bookstore, she BURSTS INTO TEARS and weepingly tells them the sob story of how M was SO RUDE to her, and won't let her attend college, and she JUST WANTS AN EDUCATION, but M is the DEVIL WOMAN.
M is the NICEST person I know. She has had three co-workers approach her regarding her "poor treatment" of College's students, all based on this woman's sob story.
...I need wipes!
Not to get into the whole gory story, but the women's room in the main base building (where the Applebee's, coffee shop, Shopette, and hotel rooms are) was totally out of toilet paper.
So, I thought I'd be a good samaritan and inform the front desk so someone could stock it up, right?
Me: Excuse me, Miss? I just thought I should let someone know, but your restroom is completely out of toilet paper.
Miss: *sharply* Well, it's not MY RESTROOM.
Me: *stares, thinking "wtf?"*
Miss: I'll let SOMEONE know.
Me: ...Um, okay. It's just that it's totally out. I just thought people might need -
Miss: *still with that snotty tone* I'll tell them. *motions toward someone I couldn't see*
Me: ...Okay.
Miss: I think she's in there restocking right now, anyway. Was she in there?
Me: Well, I didn't see anyone else in there, but...y'know. Okay.
Miss: *dismissively* Fine.
I don't know what I might've done to piss that woman off, but it must've been pretty bad.
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