This happened more than a week ago.
I worked a Sunday, and we are only open 4 hours on Sunday. Whole bunch of annoying things happened Sun. but I forgot everything except this.
40 min to closing. Why do people come in to do homework/papers when we are almost closed? There is no time to do it, idiots. Stike one.
Anyway, mom shows up with her whey-faced child. Child has a paper to do on "How did Hitler used propraganda to something something." (And hopefully mom doesn't "google" the phrase and find this...I think I vagued it up enough. and misspelled).
That isn't too hard. People have written about that. So I lead her to the books, mentioning that there are also databases where there should be articles. Mom, though, keeps on saying things, like "I have to find books for..." "I have to find a topic..." "I have to find the focus..." I finally said, "your daughter has to find the topic..." Mom laughs, says, "yes my daughter." I have no idea how the girl sounds like, and she looks like a high schooler. Strike two.
I lead the twosome to the books and the mom is asking me how to do the paper. How to find the topic sentence, how to find the thesis, how to blah blah blha. I was telling her that when her daughter reads the books, the daughter will find facts to back up her thesis. Mom wants me to give her the thesis. I said I can not, that would be cheating.
Of course, mom says, "you don't want to help. I'm going to find someone else to help." Strike three. Fine. As I leave I tell her, "if you want books on just Hitler or just propaganda, she can check the catalog for that." Mom says, "that is what I was asking for." me
I hate parents.
But it doesn't end.
I latter go to the elevator to go to a closed floor. woman and girl gets out of elevator. Woman gives me a superior smile, nods at me as if she caught me. Mom says, with sarcasm at 10, "Thank you so much for your help, God bless you." I tell her not to be sarcastic. She then turns on me and yells (and I practically see her hair fluff up, pins jumping off) "I don't like your attitude!!!What's your name!!!"
So far it's been a week, hopefully the bitch decided to take the upper road and show some class
by not letting me get to her and so she isn't going to report me.
I worked a Sunday, and we are only open 4 hours on Sunday. Whole bunch of annoying things happened Sun. but I forgot everything except this.
40 min to closing. Why do people come in to do homework/papers when we are almost closed? There is no time to do it, idiots. Stike one.
Anyway, mom shows up with her whey-faced child. Child has a paper to do on "How did Hitler used propraganda to something something." (And hopefully mom doesn't "google" the phrase and find this...I think I vagued it up enough. and misspelled).
That isn't too hard. People have written about that. So I lead her to the books, mentioning that there are also databases where there should be articles. Mom, though, keeps on saying things, like "I have to find books for..." "I have to find a topic..." "I have to find the focus..." I finally said, "your daughter has to find the topic..." Mom laughs, says, "yes my daughter." I have no idea how the girl sounds like, and she looks like a high schooler. Strike two.
I lead the twosome to the books and the mom is asking me how to do the paper. How to find the topic sentence, how to find the thesis, how to blah blah blha. I was telling her that when her daughter reads the books, the daughter will find facts to back up her thesis. Mom wants me to give her the thesis. I said I can not, that would be cheating.
Of course, mom says, "you don't want to help. I'm going to find someone else to help." Strike three. Fine. As I leave I tell her, "if you want books on just Hitler or just propaganda, she can check the catalog for that." Mom says, "that is what I was asking for." me

I hate parents.
But it doesn't end.
I latter go to the elevator to go to a closed floor. woman and girl gets out of elevator. Woman gives me a superior smile, nods at me as if she caught me. Mom says, with sarcasm at 10, "Thank you so much for your help, God bless you." I tell her not to be sarcastic. She then turns on me and yells (and I practically see her hair fluff up, pins jumping off) "I don't like your attitude!!!What's your name!!!"
So far it's been a week, hopefully the bitch decided to take the upper road and show some class
by not letting me get to her and so she isn't going to report me.

Seriously?!?


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