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first of all, Im on my mothers pc to avoid the grinding noise of my laptop at 6 in the morning. Her configuration is different from mine so this post will be entirely apostrophe-free. Dont feel like fiddling with the config then forgetting about it then having mom naaaaaaaaaag.Cross-posted from my blog, ignore the angry badger comments, it doesnt relate to anyone in here. Also, I apologize for language; Im typing it as I heard it.
Moving on to what happened last night.
I got threatened at work. Woop-dee-friggin-doo.
Hey, turns out theres a male version of {known angry badger} and I had the PLEASURE of serving him and his anger management issues!
He pops in and dumps what was left of a pc game on my counter.
I mean that. The box is busted (I got so mad, he says, I threw it against the wall!).
Right there, I cant do anything. Bad enough its open, it got opened from IMPACT. The box is broken and one of the corners is jutting out and dangling lamentably.
Then he proudly announces he doesnt have a receipt. The game is brand fucking new he claims, showing me a disc underside so scratched up it was GOUGED in the middle. It wrecked his fucking computer and hes angry, he says.
Looking at the game, I dont think it was its fault the pc was fucked.
Then he went on a tirade on how he tried it in a friends 5000$ pc and it wouldnt install (I hope, with how scratched up it was!) that he buys tons of stuff here all the time, that we sell crap (Then why do you buy stuff here all the time?) and threatens to destroy my section, to rip down the shelves and to wreck everything.
What was I doing? Repeating Ad Nauseum that I couldnt do fuck-all, albeit without the epithet, of course. Opened, busted box, scratched disk, no receipt, cant-do-shit.
Of course, me lacking any actual penis (Sorry angry badger, you lust over NOTHING) he would NOT listen to me and DEMANDED a manager.
Its 6 o clock. There is NO manager. I know. So I humor him and call them knowing full well nobodyll answer me. Then I try calling the guys at the other department. No answer. Then I try sending HIM over to the other department. No answer as he stopped listening to the words coming out of my mouth 30 minutes ago.
So just to get rid of him before he wrecks my stock, I took the game and his info (Gave a females name, figures hes all bark but no balls) and told him Ill talk to my manager. Not even a hint of a refund or exchange, I said TALK to my manager. Thats it.
I then went to show the game to the other clerks, that yes I know I shouldnt have taken it, yes, I tried to send him your way, look under the disc how *new* he claimed it was...
JRs gonna call him today.
5$ says hell claim I promised him a refund-exchange-new computer-my first born. But JR has my version (the truth) and has the game.
The SARCASM I had to hold back, you people would not believe. But I dont have the seniority yet to use it, sadly. I just stayed calm, even-toned and smiling. They HATE that.
Hey, my till balanced perfectly yesterday!
The Good with the Bad!
You're not holding out on us, are you? ^_^
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