I hate walking on the floor when I'm not suppose to be on the floor. It doesn't fail that someone will come up to me while I'm looking for something or waiting at the elevator, instead of walking to a cw at a desk 2 feet away.
I go downstairs to put books on a display. I go to the elevator that a cw just exited and the doors are closing but I or the cw can't get there on time to hold the doors for me.
So I have to wait. And I can hear some people at a desk (I can't see the desk of where I am) and they are loud. I imagine its customers talking to some cws, since customers can't keep their fucking voices down. Though there are some cws that are loud-when they are with other loud cws, they get louder. Kind of annoying, but wtf, I'm waiting for an elevator, I'm not going to tell customers right now to keep it down.
A woman (who didn't make my life a sucking gapping hole of dispair) came up to me and asked where the fiction was, which luckily I could point out from where I was standing.
The indicator shows this elevator was on the fourth floor for a while. I wonder was shitty customer or cw was holding it up.
Then another customer comes up to me. Shit.
upset ass = ua
= me
ua: you work here?
me: yes
ua: can you call a supervisor?
me: you can go to that desk and ask them to call someone.
ua: Those people working at the desk are loud. They have been talking for the past 30 min.
me: you can go to that desk (I point in the lobby) and ask her to call a supervisor.
ua: they don't want to help. You call a supervisor.
me: I have to go to another floor, she will be able to call a supervisor, or go around to the other desk and ask for help.
ua: what's your name? You're not helping me.
me: why? so you can complain about me.
ua: I"m just going to write down "rude girl with glasses".
me: sir, just ask at that desk for a supervisor.
ua: you arn't even listiening to me
I get on elevator.
I go downstairs to put books on a display. I go to the elevator that a cw just exited and the doors are closing but I or the cw can't get there on time to hold the doors for me.
So I have to wait. And I can hear some people at a desk (I can't see the desk of where I am) and they are loud. I imagine its customers talking to some cws, since customers can't keep their fucking voices down. Though there are some cws that are loud-when they are with other loud cws, they get louder. Kind of annoying, but wtf, I'm waiting for an elevator, I'm not going to tell customers right now to keep it down.
A woman (who didn't make my life a sucking gapping hole of dispair) came up to me and asked where the fiction was, which luckily I could point out from where I was standing.
The indicator shows this elevator was on the fourth floor for a while. I wonder was shitty customer or cw was holding it up.
Then another customer comes up to me. Shit.
upset ass = ua
= me
ua: you work here?
me: yes
ua: can you call a supervisor?
me: you can go to that desk and ask them to call someone.
ua: Those people working at the desk are loud. They have been talking for the past 30 min.
me: you can go to that desk (I point in the lobby) and ask her to call a supervisor.
ua: they don't want to help. You call a supervisor.
me: I have to go to another floor, she will be able to call a supervisor, or go around to the other desk and ask for help.
ua: what's your name? You're not helping me.
me: why? so you can complain about me.
ua: I"m just going to write down "rude girl with glasses".
me: sir, just ask at that desk for a supervisor.
ua: you arn't even listiening to me
I get on elevator.
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