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This week has been...interesting. Really.
Yeah, that's the word we'll use...enjoy the following tales detailing my misery.
how DARE you?!?!
So, I'm standing at the textbook counter, cleaning stickers off books to return them to vendors. We have these little metallic scrapers that help us peel the stickers off without damaging the books. Well, we got some new ones in finally, and I've only ever used the old ones before. They're sharp little things when brand new, and in the process of cleaning a book I managed to swip straight through the underside of the sticker and bury the metal edge into my thumb.
Blood everywhere (yeah, I'm a bleeder...)
Well, while I'm frantically grabbing paper towels to staunch the bleeding and getting ready to run to the back room for the first aid kit, this creature stomps up to the counter, drops a pile of books down and barks "BUYBACK!"
Me: Yes, ma'am, I'll get someone with you in just a moment, I need to--
Her: I want to sell my books. you HAVE to help me!
Me: Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I need to get a first aid kit, I can page someone up to--
Her: I'm kind of in a hurry here!
Me: <I just walk over to a phone and continue to look her in the eye while I pick up the phone and page for customer assistance to the textbook counter>
She glared at me while I walked away, and textbook manager came to help. The real kicker is she didn't have any form of ID, so we couldn't buy her books back anyway.
Idiot.
Oh...oh dear gods. Nnnoooooo!!!
So, I get all bandaged up, and that was a production in and of itself. I'm sitting in the back room, working on getting some UPS tags printed for the returns, and I get a page to go to the registers. Odd. I'm not working registers, nor am I backup. Turns out Idjit paged me because someone was in there who needed info about buses, and since I ride them everyday, she thought I could help.
Now, this little fuckwaffle was dressed in pretty pricey fashions, but still managed to look trashy. Apple bottom jeans two sizes too small, Coach bag, etc. Anyways, she wants to know how to get to a specific address, so I try to help her...
Her: I need to get to this center!
Me: Erm, ok, well, if you go to the corner up by X street, and catch bus number--
Her: They promised to help me get some Depends!
Me: (Oh, this isn't going to end well, is it...?) Um, ok, but your best bet is to catch bus number--
Her: It's cuz my colostomy bag broke. SEE?!?! <Shirt gets pulled up, pants get pulled down and--OH GGGOOOODDDDDDSS!!!>
Me:
Me: Erm, ok...gotocornerXcatchbusnumber12andhaveagoodday! kthxbai!!!! (please go away, please go the fuck AWAY!!!!!)
And that was the end of it. Right? Right...?
Oh, no she stands there, the walking biohazard dressed like a hooker and proceeds to tell me:
Her: Oh, thanks so much for your help. How much is the bus fare to get there?
Me: Um...<I can already see where this is going...> It's $x for the bus ride, and then $x for the rail, which will take you right to the corner of where you need to be...
Her: Oh...well, I don't have any money, think you can help me out with bus fare?
And she stands there. Staring at me.
Me: Sorry, carry a pass, no cash, good luck have a great day (And get the hell away from ME!!)
Aaaand, I flee into the back room again, to promptly curl up in a ball underneath the desk and cry...
Said it before, and I'll say it again. I hate people...
Yeah, that's the word we'll use...enjoy the following tales detailing my misery.
how DARE you?!?!
So, I'm standing at the textbook counter, cleaning stickers off books to return them to vendors. We have these little metallic scrapers that help us peel the stickers off without damaging the books. Well, we got some new ones in finally, and I've only ever used the old ones before. They're sharp little things when brand new, and in the process of cleaning a book I managed to swip straight through the underside of the sticker and bury the metal edge into my thumb.
Blood everywhere (yeah, I'm a bleeder...)
Well, while I'm frantically grabbing paper towels to staunch the bleeding and getting ready to run to the back room for the first aid kit, this creature stomps up to the counter, drops a pile of books down and barks "BUYBACK!"
Me: Yes, ma'am, I'll get someone with you in just a moment, I need to--
Her: I want to sell my books. you HAVE to help me!
Me: Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I need to get a first aid kit, I can page someone up to--
Her: I'm kind of in a hurry here!
Me: <I just walk over to a phone and continue to look her in the eye while I pick up the phone and page for customer assistance to the textbook counter>
She glared at me while I walked away, and textbook manager came to help. The real kicker is she didn't have any form of ID, so we couldn't buy her books back anyway.
Idiot.
Oh...oh dear gods. Nnnoooooo!!!
So, I get all bandaged up, and that was a production in and of itself. I'm sitting in the back room, working on getting some UPS tags printed for the returns, and I get a page to go to the registers. Odd. I'm not working registers, nor am I backup. Turns out Idjit paged me because someone was in there who needed info about buses, and since I ride them everyday, she thought I could help.
Now, this little fuckwaffle was dressed in pretty pricey fashions, but still managed to look trashy. Apple bottom jeans two sizes too small, Coach bag, etc. Anyways, she wants to know how to get to a specific address, so I try to help her...
Her: I need to get to this center!
Me: Erm, ok, well, if you go to the corner up by X street, and catch bus number--
Her: They promised to help me get some Depends!
Me: (Oh, this isn't going to end well, is it...?) Um, ok, but your best bet is to catch bus number--
Her: It's cuz my colostomy bag broke. SEE?!?! <Shirt gets pulled up, pants get pulled down and--OH GGGOOOODDDDDDSS!!!>
Me:
Me: Erm, ok...gotocornerXcatchbusnumber12andhaveagoodday! kthxbai!!!! (please go away, please go the fuck AWAY!!!!!)
And that was the end of it. Right? Right...?
Oh, no she stands there, the walking biohazard dressed like a hooker and proceeds to tell me:
Her: Oh, thanks so much for your help. How much is the bus fare to get there?
Me: Um...<I can already see where this is going...> It's $x for the bus ride, and then $x for the rail, which will take you right to the corner of where you need to be...
Her: Oh...well, I don't have any money, think you can help me out with bus fare?
And she stands there. Staring at me.
Me: Sorry, carry a pass, no cash, good luck have a great day (And get the hell away from ME!!)
Aaaand, I flee into the back room again, to promptly curl up in a ball underneath the desk and cry...
Said it before, and I'll say it again. I hate people...
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
The closest I can come to that is this slow, elderly guy who used to come into the swamp 3 or 4 times a day just to socialize, rolling up his sleeves, showing us his scaly arms flaking like rust off an old car, and announcing "You know what this is? This is psoriasis!"
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