But...I think I like being this way.
Some guy was uber rude about his cigarettes so I smartmouthed him a little bit too loud and called him rude so everyone in the store stared at him when he walked out. That was really the only thing I did that I felt the slightest bit badly about...the rest of this I feel was completely and utterly deserved.
I Saw What You Did There
Some guy spit on the floor. In front of us. Saw us watching him. Said nothing, did nothing, just paid. While he was still in the store I made sure he saw me put a "Wet Floor" sign over his spit.
Ring Ring--No.
Some scam keeps trying to contact my CW Georgia because they somehow got her information and they're the type of scam that threatens you and tries to scare you into paying some "debt" that you don't owe. It's so obviously a scam it's scary that people actually believe this stuff. The number is based out of Texas, the operator is an Indian lady, and they threaten EVERYONE with the police. This has been going on for months now and Georgia has already contacted the police about it but they can't do anything because the number is in Texas and you can't call it back. I'm thinking of directing her to the FBI since this would be a federal matter (across state lines) and they'd have a better idea of how to handle it.
So I pick up the phone and do the spiel and it's an Indian lady looking for Georgia. My manager and Georgia both have explained that when they call it's always an Indian lady and we should never take it seriously. Just ask what the call is regarding and if they tell us that they're pursuing her on criminal charges for blah blah blah just hang up. Well it's not that easy because they continuously call back. Well you know what happens when you call back a million times? You make Gaki mad. You know what happens when you make Gaki mad? Gaki makes you mad and Gaki is REALLY REALLY REALLY good at making you mad. So here's how it went:
Me: *spiel*
Indian Lady: Hello I'm looking to speak with Georgia.
Me: Just a sec. *rings out at least three customers before coming back to the phone.* Can I ask what this is regarding?
IL: Oh yes, you may certainly, we are pursuing criminal charges against Georgia for--
Me: *click*
Ring Ring
IL: *irritated* I'd like to speak to your manager.
Me: *click*
Ring Ring
IL: Do not hang up! I want to speak to your manager now!
Me: No. *click.*
Ring Ring
IL: Do not hang up on me again! You are going to be prosecuted by the police! The police will come for you! What is your name?! I want your manager now! I want your name and your manager!
Me: .....................*snap* Look, Lady, you aren't getting my name, you aren't getting a manager, and you aren't talking to Georgia, you WILL be leaving her alone, you WILL never call this line again, and you WILL not be speaking to anyone other than me today and I WILL not be taking any of your bullshit.
IL: *incoherent yelling and screaming about the police and how they're going to get me.*
Me: *click*
The phone rang SIX TIMES after that and for the first five I just immediately picked up the phone and put it right back down. For the sixth I said our spiel in a sickly sweet voice as if nothing had ever happened and she was STILL screaming about the police. After I hung up on that one she didn't call back.
They'll be back eventually. If I'm there I'm thinking of telling them she moved and goes by her middle name now:
Jenny at 867 5309. (*sings* Jeeeeeennnny I've got your numbuh, IIIIII'm gonna make you miiiine!)
I hadn't felt so alive in ages. I felt like the biggest bitch in the whole world and you know what? I kinda liked it.
Sure I Do
SC: Do you know where the closest ATM is? Because yours is broken and you won't fix it.
Me: .................................................. ...................................right. There's another C-store up the road that way.
SC: Do they charge a surcharge?
Me: I don't know, I don't go there. I've never been, since I work at a C-store. Why would I go to one up the street?
SC: Uh...*leaves in a huff*
I think my motivation to help her left my body at about the point where she told me that I should be fixing the ATM. F*** You, Woman. Oh yeah and the best thing was that I do know if they charge a surcharge or not.
They do.
Some guy was uber rude about his cigarettes so I smartmouthed him a little bit too loud and called him rude so everyone in the store stared at him when he walked out. That was really the only thing I did that I felt the slightest bit badly about...the rest of this I feel was completely and utterly deserved.
I Saw What You Did There
Some guy spit on the floor. In front of us. Saw us watching him. Said nothing, did nothing, just paid. While he was still in the store I made sure he saw me put a "Wet Floor" sign over his spit.
Ring Ring--No.
Some scam keeps trying to contact my CW Georgia because they somehow got her information and they're the type of scam that threatens you and tries to scare you into paying some "debt" that you don't owe. It's so obviously a scam it's scary that people actually believe this stuff. The number is based out of Texas, the operator is an Indian lady, and they threaten EVERYONE with the police. This has been going on for months now and Georgia has already contacted the police about it but they can't do anything because the number is in Texas and you can't call it back. I'm thinking of directing her to the FBI since this would be a federal matter (across state lines) and they'd have a better idea of how to handle it.
So I pick up the phone and do the spiel and it's an Indian lady looking for Georgia. My manager and Georgia both have explained that when they call it's always an Indian lady and we should never take it seriously. Just ask what the call is regarding and if they tell us that they're pursuing her on criminal charges for blah blah blah just hang up. Well it's not that easy because they continuously call back. Well you know what happens when you call back a million times? You make Gaki mad. You know what happens when you make Gaki mad? Gaki makes you mad and Gaki is REALLY REALLY REALLY good at making you mad. So here's how it went:
Me: *spiel*
Indian Lady: Hello I'm looking to speak with Georgia.
Me: Just a sec. *rings out at least three customers before coming back to the phone.* Can I ask what this is regarding?
IL: Oh yes, you may certainly, we are pursuing criminal charges against Georgia for--
Me: *click*
Ring Ring
IL: *irritated* I'd like to speak to your manager.
Me: *click*
Ring Ring
IL: Do not hang up! I want to speak to your manager now!
Me: No. *click.*
Ring Ring
IL: Do not hang up on me again! You are going to be prosecuted by the police! The police will come for you! What is your name?! I want your manager now! I want your name and your manager!
Me: .....................*snap* Look, Lady, you aren't getting my name, you aren't getting a manager, and you aren't talking to Georgia, you WILL be leaving her alone, you WILL never call this line again, and you WILL not be speaking to anyone other than me today and I WILL not be taking any of your bullshit.
IL: *incoherent yelling and screaming about the police and how they're going to get me.*
Me: *click*
The phone rang SIX TIMES after that and for the first five I just immediately picked up the phone and put it right back down. For the sixth I said our spiel in a sickly sweet voice as if nothing had ever happened and she was STILL screaming about the police. After I hung up on that one she didn't call back.
They'll be back eventually. If I'm there I'm thinking of telling them she moved and goes by her middle name now:
Jenny at 867 5309. (*sings* Jeeeeeennnny I've got your numbuh, IIIIII'm gonna make you miiiine!)

I hadn't felt so alive in ages. I felt like the biggest bitch in the whole world and you know what? I kinda liked it.

Sure I Do
SC: Do you know where the closest ATM is? Because yours is broken and you won't fix it.
Me: .................................................. ...................................right. There's another C-store up the road that way.
SC: Do they charge a surcharge?
Me: I don't know, I don't go there. I've never been, since I work at a C-store. Why would I go to one up the street?
SC: Uh...*leaves in a huff*
I think my motivation to help her left my body at about the point where she told me that I should be fixing the ATM. F*** You, Woman. Oh yeah and the best thing was that I do know if they charge a surcharge or not.
They do.



).
Dammit, Jay! You made me choke on lemonade!
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