Saturday, May 6, 2017

i can't even....

this past week has been really rough at work. I've been called in to work extra hours to cover a shift that someone called off for, and/or the stupid schedule needs more people than they allowed for.

it doesn't help that I'm mad at the company over something petty,  and then find out that they want me to be trained all over for a position they shoved me into almost three months ago, and I'm not going to be doing that position anymore, but be put somewhere else and guess what? I'm still doing that same fucking job!
every day the same shit, and pulling twice the weight to make sure it's being done the way they want it.

put all that bullshit from a job along with an asshole or stupid customer together, and it's almost a doom combination each time.

to the man who stood at the self checkout lane for almost fifteen minutes not letting me help you, why are you talking to the machine as if it knew you were mad?! seriously..the human working right there was telling you she can help you, but noooo you got this!
it wasn't even comical. it was on the opposite side of what the fuck is wrong with this picture, but i let you stand there and make a complete fool of yourself before i come over, after you insist i make the "stupid thing" work right.
*eyeroll*

to the fucking princess who thinks she is above having to show an id for alcohol. yeah you! when i or anyone else working for a company that sells alcohol and/or tobacco asks you to see a form of identification, we just can't wait for you to let us know you don't have it..we really do. not!
you get pissy and insist you are old enough, then offer to show something else you know is not going to work, and then get oh so offended that you say something stupid to let me know how mad you are? i laughed AT you, and enjoyed hearing my manager explain to you the reason why you were asked for identification and it doesn't matter how old you are.
dumb ass

for the stupid thug wannabe all talking shit and acting tough outside my apartment over something stupid. i hope you seriously end up on the bad side of a real "gangsta" who shows you what it is to be someone's bitch and makes you like it.
you want to act a fool and show your ass at 9 pm at night yelling, you don't even live here. you're just company and you brought your fucking drama to my doorstep.
be very glad i didn't chose to step outside, i'm quite sure i would have just stared at you before you asked me what the fuck i want, and then reply with my thoughts.
ugh

this one goes to the complete fuck twit who blew up over his debit card not working right, and tells the manager she doesn't know everything and she doesn't need to be a manager if she doesn't know how to "fix" the problem, after i told her and him to try it at another register to make sure it isn't the card first, but he chose to stand there and hold up a checkout line for damn near 15 minutes.

amazing how these monkeys come into a business and expect the red carpet treatment, but react to rudely the minute anything goes wrong. the only thing these idiots are king or queen of is their bathroom toilet. seriously, get the fuck over yourselves.

 

Saturday, April 22, 2017

excuse you but i think i know what i'm doing here

some of these people that come into my job place are just full of them self.

case in point, yesterday i had a woman inform me that there was another customer that needed help and i just shook my head and said "this is where i walk away".
the fuck is wrong with her? we have an alert that notifies when someone needs help and they don't always speak up loud enough to get attention. it wasn't that she said it, it was how rude she spoke it out.
then gave me dirty looks while i finished doing my job putting up items for return back onto the shelves. smfh

a man comes to me for help with a balloon for grandma. we don't have the one he wants, and i can't give him the one on display, because it's not good anymore. i find something for him, but when he realizes that i can't just whip up a single rose arrangement for him he says forget it and walks off.
then i see him going into the floral area and I'm thinking wtf is he doing, so i walk over there and he says "oh you're back, i thought i was going to have to do this by myself",  then asks where the balloon is.
when i told him i didn't blow it up because he walked off, i swear i heard his eyeballs roll into his head, but that's on him. he should have said i still want it. not my fault people can't specify what the hell they want and then expect customer service people to read their mind.  frigging idiots

how about the bitch, that's exactly what she is with her attitude every time she comes in the store.
she wants to "inform me", that a customer behind her in the line couldn't figure out where to go for checking out, because the kids working weren't helping her find a register open. i know how many were open, three.  the lights were on and they were at their stations.
i just nodded and walked off because this woman loves to argue bullshit.
she did exactly what i thought she would do, and went to customer service and asked for a manager, then proceeds to report the cashier she was at for her purchase as being rude to her.
it pissed me off but i kept my mouth shut until she left, then told the manager what she had said to me, and that nobody was rude to her she was just being sensitive. explained her history of coming into the store and reporting employees over petty crap.

and then the day i lost my cool and snapped at a customer who was being a pushy sob.
i was busy working with customers at self checkout when he shoved a box of aspirins at me across a register bot and says ring me up.
i put them up at my station and continued to take care of the customer i was working with. he came back around to me after seeing another register open and says "i don't have my pills she has them" and then asks me where i put them.
it pissed me off at how he was acting so i shoved them at him and said "here you go thank you, have a nice day" then walked off to the customer. 
i said out loud "now get the fuck out of my face" and he heard it, then decided to confront me about how if i didn't like working with the public i should get another job.
being in the mood i was in, i responded dead eye to eye contact "I'm not going to argue with you". he couldn't leave it alone and kept on yelling at me. my next response " you can talk to a manager about it". he still kept spewing bullshit. my last response, i think he got the picture "we're through here, I'm done. you can leave now"
one of my coworkers asked if i was okay and i said i was fine, but i made sure to let a manager know exactly what happened.

to the man who was screaming at a coworker while i was in charge of the cashiers, the store sales are made for a reason, it provides you, the customer with a chance to buy something cheaper than normal. if you get something at a price you think is wrong it's okay to ask to check a price, but if you're told there's a stipulation where you have to buy more than one of that item to get it cheaper, don't stand there and go on about how long you've been a regular customer, how you're always getting screwed over by our competition, and now this store too. it's not her fault you're in a bad mood. 
i had to take charge, get a manager involved, send someone to check a price, and then help this fucking twat faced old man, yes he was older than me and I'm 51, get his pretty pretty princess discount because he was oh so being screwed over. fucking idiot

annnnnnnnnnnnd to every asshole who comes into the store at a certain time that you know there are always A LOT OF PEOPLE and you will more than likely be stuck in a que of at least 6 people in line, don't whine and bitch about it, then yell how we need more people checking. take your ass down the road and come back at another time or better yet, come earlier than that time frame.
it's real, it happens every day. and two people always get their way, and a register gets opened up so we can cater to their idiot way, so they will get out without having to wait in a line, boo hoo.
make me a manager, i'll be glad to tell them to please calm down or tell them to stop coming to my store.
you can't expect every day to be a short line day.
get the hell over it you yakshit three year old acting moron! 
 

Thursday, March 30, 2017

dealing with a mentally challenege adult who acts like a three year old

okay, by now, I'm quite sure you the reader, has established that I am a disgruntled adult who thinks humans are just stupid. I've taken into consideration that a small percentage of the human race has intelligent qualities, but what I've dealt with for years shows me that a neanderthal is much smarter.

so here goes....
first of all i got a small promotion at work, so now i supervise floors some days which means I'm in charge of the cashiers breaks, and helping with customer flow through our check out lanes.
I'm not a manager, but somehow that doesn't stop people from asking me questions i have no idea what to respond to, and when i refer them to management they get weirded out.
not my problem i look like i know what I'm doing.
it's a great mask ain't it *wink*

to the lady who literally showed your ass over coupons?! congratulations..you definitely showed me who was boss that day?! lol
we have policies in place that prevent coupon fraud, how dare i tell you that your fifteen perfectly copied replicas of one coupon aren't acceptable. other stores take them what's the problem?!
yeah, sorry, they're copies of a copy, that's fraud and we don't take them. i don't care who took them from you earlier today, or yesterday, or last week. I'm not taking them today and nobody else is going to either, because i will keep you from using them in our store today.
she was livid, demanded a manager, and then storms out the door with the exclamation "I'm never coming back!"
i told her, see you tomorrow, and then laughed, however my manager was not amused.

mister, hey i need this beer taken care of right now! excuse you but I'm waiting on a customer already, you can surely wait a few minutes for me to clear the id notice. but noooooooooooo you kept on bugging me so when i finally got to you, i carded you and guess what?! you didn't have any id on you..aww so sad. no beer for you!
no id, no sale! *big smirk as he walks away*
yeah fuck with me when I'm waiting on someone.
i sound like such a great customer service person don't i?

it's pretty much like this every day, but i keep on doing my job because i have rules to follow where i work, and I'm not losing a position because i didn't follow rules.

when i was sick earlier in the year, i had some woman screaming at me to cover my mouth, because nobody wanted to get sick. then she held up a cross at me and hissed. i informed her i was covering my mouth, and walked off. she just kept on yammering stupid words at me until i lost my cool, and told her to leave me alone, I'm not doing anything wrong to her or my job, that she needs to grow the hell up.
what i really wanted to do was slam her head into something to shut her up with that babbling mouth of hers, but i just wanted her to shut up.
a customer that was there, told her to leave me alone and go smoke some crack or something.
I've seen this woman twice since this incident, and to this day will not greet her, smile at her, tell her to have a nice day, nothing, zilch, nada. she can kiss my ass.

this last one should get you a good chuckle.
had a man buying beer with his two sons, nephews, what ever these young boys were to him.
i said dadgumit trying to scan one of his waters at the bottom of the cart, and the man asked me what i said. i repeated it and he tells me i have a potty mouth, and i need to wash my mouth out with fabulosa.
i looked at him and said why would i do that. he says you have a potty mouth, and i just stared at him and said okay. i really wanted to tell him what century does his brain exist in.
then he has to nerve to tell me to have a blessed day, and calls me potty mouth again.
i stared at him as we walked off, and said what a jackass.
don't know if he heard me, don't care, but really?!wtf is wrong with that whole scenario.

some people just piss me off, others i can just ignore, but sometimes i just want to say fuck you, rot in hell, eat shit or whatever else comes to mind. it's bad enough people already say i cuss at work.
i do, I'll admit it, but when they lie and say i did it to them. i make sure to stare them down when i see them again, because if you're gonna attempt to get me fired, you can deal with my stare.
I've even been confronted with what you staring for? mad because i got you in trouble? and i say nothing to them, which infuriates them because i won't say anything just stare.
that makes them complain that i was being rude.
yeah keep on talking shit about me with made up things that never happen. one day you learn a lesson.
that is fact :)

if i offer you help and you refuse it,that's fine, but don't expect me to run when you call for it, because i will take my time.
if you cuss me out or call me stupid, I'll leave your ass standing there with no assistance, and refuse to wait on you, but calling management or a floor supervisor to take over, because i won't be talked down to like a piece of shit on the bottom of some one's shoe.

you can call me a bitch or a cunt and I'll laugh. seriously i laugh because it's just so cute that someone made an attempt to make me mad, but now they have me laughing at them, which makes them madder.

had one man tell me i was stupid because i typed in his phone number wrong. i laughed, and he says did i say something funny. i looked at him and said i bet pretty much everything you say is funny.
his silence was priceless, because i shut him down by being a comedian. 

lesbians throwing their hands in my face because somehow i am checking out their girl. i stop, smile and say yeah she's pretty, but what I'm really wondering is why you feel threatened by a cashier doing their job, which means i scan your product, tell you how much it is, tell you to have a nice day, usually say hello how you doing at the beginning and then give you a receipt when you leave.

if i can make it through one day at work without some one's drama I'm doing good, usually have at least one a week. so i guess one day out of 7 isn't bad, but those other 6 days..just pffffffffffffft, please take your drama down the street and then cross in traffic.

 

Sunday, January 15, 2017

never ask the question "could they be any more stupid"

you and i both know that one question is an oxymoron, because, yes Virginia, they can always be more stupid and have proven so over and over again.

since last August, things at work have changed. i am now cashiering because of my breathing problem, and the steam and vapor from working in the deli was causing me issues.
any-who, little ole me gets a chance to be up front with the customers.
*insert big evil grin*

i swear to the gods and everything that is unholy, customers on a general scale of 1 to 10 are freaking stupid as all get out.
that includes me from time to time. yep i said it, even i am stupid when it comes to certain things.

summer time was kind of strange because of the influx of customers during the day hours, but once school started again, it was like a surge of stupid flooding the store around 4 pm all the way until 7 or 8 pm, Monday through Friday, with Saturday being full of stupid, and then on Sunday with the liquor law in effect where they can't buy beer until 12:01 pm, provides more stupid for the entertainment value.

customer one: male, probably in his mid 40's, shows up around 11:48 am on Sunday, with beer, and i have to inform him he will have to wait 13 more minutes to make the purchase.
he glints at me, grunts, then says okay I'll stand here and just wait.
never moved out of the way for other customers, he stood there waiting for it to hit 12:01 pm and then cut line to get his beer.
he decides to tell me how stupid it is he has to wait to buy his beer and i say to contact his congressman and complain about it. 
all i want is this fuckwaffle out of my line because he's pissed me off with his whining about having to wait, then cuts line (one of my pet peeves).

customer two: female, looks about a thousand years old because she's pickled as hell from all the drinking, you can smell the alcohol reeking off her. gives me attitude because i didn't ask for her customer card with her precious 89 cent purchase, keeps talking shit to me, then stares me down all the way out the door. which made me crack up laughing.
what person in their right mind, throws a hissy fit over a purchase that costs less than $1?
she's been in the store since then a few times and i just stare at her when she comes through my line, make sure to ask for her customer card, then explicitly state how much everything is at the end of checkout time. she's a food stamp user, not that it's a bad thing but some of these idiots that have them think they're the motherfucking princess and should be treated as so. *eyeroll*

thanksgiving was so much fun let me tell you. everybody just had to make sure they got their special pricing for the turkey and hams which i always check when i know are on sale, but some of the customers would hold up a line to make me stop and make sure "I" got it right, then throw a fit because it rang up different, and when i send out for price check throw another fit how they don't have time for this and i should just change it for them.
me standing there just staring at them and smiling while waiting, and they're snarling, which makes me laugh at the childish behaviour, but deep inside my head I'm stabbing them ^_^

see what being around humans does to me? it makes me want to smash them when they get arrogant, stupid, etc.

one jehovah's witness knocked on my door a week before thanksgiving, i opened the door and said no thank you, leave now before i come back outside with my broom.
i watched through the window as the idiot stood there just staring.
i was tempted to open the door and start swinging but it was more fun to watch him stand there in confusion.

every day i work there is always someone who has to inform me of their god's infinite love, bless me, bless my day and all i want to do is say fuck your god, mine is so much kewler and at least when i look into the sky i can see him for a portion of the day.

yeah I'm rambling, i should just stop here while I'm on an even keel. I'll try to update again before valentines day.
blah blah and all that jazz.
customers are stupid!
people are stupid!
okay not everybody but a large percentage are..
so yeah ciao!
 

Monday, August 8, 2016

and there it is....

and there it is as promised...the stupid has not left the building.
excuse me while i shake my head in amazement that they just keep continuing to irk me and/or amuse me with their antics.

okay so let's see where to begin.
first you should know i changed positions to a cashier so now i get to work with the public full on..how exciting! omg...........*dies*

the hardest thing for the past week has been learning codes for produce because there are so many items. i got lucky enough to have a smart ass inform me it's my job to know what kind of peppers they have. doesn't mean that they picked it out personally and they don't know what they fucking picked out, it's up to me to know it. *buzzer* wrong answer, help a sister out dumb ass it's not that hard to say what it is unless you just absentmindedly picked up produce and put it in your basket and tralalaled your way to my checkout.

if you know you need a few more items don't wait until I've rang you up, then decide you need to run and get something, it holds up the line. that's supposed to be okay because they're someone special right? short bus special maybe but it doesn't excuse you from holding up the damn line. that's been a peeve of mine for years so just because i started checking doesn't mean it's a new found irritant, it just means you should pay more attention or get it later. yeah just GET IT LATER AND MOVE ON!

when your card is declined don't ask me why, how the fuck should i know? it's either an error or you don't have that much money on the account. it's not because you're not white, or using food stamps, or whatever other idiocy you can babble out your head for the reason. leave me out of your childish temper tantrum and call your fucking account 800 number..geezus on a cracker will people ever learn you can't blame someone for that kind of shit?!

i gotta admit this next one had me imagining an octopus wrapping all it's tentacles around this man's head while he informed me that it was the express lane and people are waiting. no shit?! like i don't know this is the express lane. what i told him is "express doesn't always mean express" when what i should have said "are you ever nice instead of being an ass hat". I've dealt with this man at fuel, deli and now my checkout and he's always rude.
i hope he chokes on his saliva soon before it drools all the way down his legs into his sneakers. *insert flip off here*

oh and excuse me for paying attention to some items that has a rip or broken item in it and wanting you to get something not ruined for your money. it's taking up your precious time. what the fuck ever just get outta my face already!

yes folks i'm that kind of person. i'm nice to you when i see you, will say hello and thank you but if you show me an attitude i want to wrap your neck with a cord the size of a slinky and attach it to an 18 wheeler barreling down the freeway. *angelic grin* ok so not angelic *big evil grin*

not a people person and damn sure not a people pleaser and i think that qualifies me for customer service, don't you? *wink*
 

 

Friday, July 29, 2016

what is wrong with you people

so yeah i got new glasses in the past week. it's been an adventure trying to look through them without freaking out over vision changes because these are no line bifocals. that's right folks i'm now wearing "old people glasses" haha. anywho i can read much better now thanks to the change but it still doesn't effect how i view stupid.

just yesterday i had another caveman grunt their order at me over chicken. i did what any normal non cavemen would do, i poked at all the chicken pieces where he was pointing until he grunted really loud. now mind you when he first started grunting i told him i don't understand, and then finally said okay if that's how you're gonna be, with him staring at me like he has no thinking process.
when i got the piece he wanted i said very slowly three times over and over again, so you got a "chicken breast, chiiiiiiiiiicken breast, chicken breasssssst" then snorted while i rang up his order ticket.
i doubt he learned anything due to his idiot nature.

lady wanted me to write happy birthday on a cake, so i did.
while i was doing so a customer walked up to the lunch meat section and i told her i would be there in a few seconds.
i finished up the cake, went over to the lunch meat counter, start cutting the order, and two children walk up and start asking me over and over "excuse me" ,to which each time i told them i will be with you when i get through with this lady.
it didn't matter, they kept on asking over and over "excuse me" until i blew up and said look, you two are going to have to wait until i'm done with this lady right here before i help you okay.
their mother just stared me down and i'm thinking to myself, hello dummy, teach your children some manners. that people have to wait sometimes before they get what they need taken care of.
so i finally finished with the lunch meat and went over to the other side of the counter towards the cookies, because i knew that's what they wanted, and their mother tells me "you know you could have just taken care of that already then went back to that lady" , and i said no ma'am they have to learn to wait just like everyone else does, if i'm waiting on a customer i don't care who's waiting next, you have to wait.
she was furious, and i just stood there with a fuck you smile on my face until she made that "ugh" noise and stormed off.
i meant it too, i don't care where you are, who you are, when there's a waiting line, you wait your turn, end of discussion.
rude people i swear, don't we have an island to put them on and just watch a storm wash it out over and over again. smh

customers who know they're taking an unusual amount of time with their purchase order want to laugh it off and say "i know you're getting sick of waiting on me" , to which i reply no it's actually my job to wait on a customer, and they go "oh...hahahaha". how the fuck was that funny? stooopid!

my stories will get richer soon because i'm about to switch from the deli to front end store cashier. oh boy, the stupid really loves to hang about there asking all kind of questions, and yes folks there is such a thing as a stupid question.
yep i'mma be SMRT up there indeed i will *cackles*

take care and don't let the stupid get you down, they can't help it sometimes which gives us amusement for a day or maybe two.

ciao!

Thursday, June 30, 2016

i'm back! *wink*

so wow, it's been over a year since i've told my tales of woe lmfao...okay the tales of the stupid.
there's been alot over the past year and recently was prompted to share again the idiocy we live among.

first let me tell you that i've moved positions at my job from dealing with dummies at the fuel station to inside the store at the deli.
o-m-g it's idiotsrgalore inside the store, literally.
you just have no idea how stupid people are until you see them in their natural public surroundings.
they stare at things, ask the dumbest questions (yes there is such a thing as a dumb question), stare at you when you don't give them the answer they want, and you just want to grunt and point at them to make them go away.
i'm not talking about the run of the mill customer, those guys make the job shift go smoothly.
i'm talking about the woman who asks where a product is on an aisle i have no clue, but i'm willing to show her where and she just tells me she wants to know now because she doesn't have all day. excuse me, but you're the one who stopped at the grocery store, not me. you already delayed your oh so important plans to shop for whatever you came in here for, i'm just being nice and you wanna take a chance on me telling you "i don't know".
even i hate that reply when i ask for some help but i'm not asking someone way across the store where something is that i could actually have walked my lazy ass to look for first.
yeah there it is in a nutshell, lazy fucking stupid people.

let's talk about miss thang, she's that prissy person you see prancing about the store with her perfect manicure and hair, outfit that she picked out specifically to be seen in.
now she knows what she can ask for, but always stops to ask for a "sample".
excuse you?! you always ask for a "sample", but what you really mean is your ass is hungry and you want to eat something for free, inside the store, that you don't have to pay for.
wouldn't be a big deal if it were something that is actually sample product, but you want something that is off the table as an offered sample, because you think it's owed to you.
pfffffffffffft take your bourgeois shit somewhere else, cuz i ain't got time for it, and while you're at it, could you at least show some courtesy and get off the damn cell phone shoved into your head talking about the latest girl drama. i don't wanna hear that bullshit while i'm trying to get my job done.

how about mister wait on me now or i'm gonna explode.
you know these types, they get angsty waiting in a 10 items or less line when they're holding the worlds golden purchase that's going to change the outcome of the world..beer.
fuck that noise. you can wait in line, you can wait a whopping minute for me to wash my hands off or i can just taint your product choice with dirty hands even though i have to put on gloves. i can't stand to be pushed to wait on someone who is so impatient that they would probably put their dying mother on a timer and off her if she isn't dead by the time they expect it.
*eyeroll*

i get it, everyone gets in a rush, everyone has their off moments, i'm talking about the standard asshole customer who thinks the world owes them everything, time, service, the road, etc. 
go fuck yourself, you ain't that special! 

and then there's that special type of customer, the one that assumes because they're of another culture they should be treated with kid gloves, hell no. you are here in the country i grew up in and you get treated like everyone else, i don't give a shit what color you are, show some respect to get respect.
i'm talking about mr. randomzimbawe/nigerianaccent getting pissed off at me for helping him. he took 15 minutes to pick out chicken pieces. 15 long ass minutes trying to tell me i was screwing him over and not letting him have what he wants, but trying to explain patiently to him that what he's asking for isn't part of the package he's wanting to buy he gets even madder and informs me that i'm being difficult.
this man had me so mad i had to fight off the urge to tell him, screw it and go somewhere else to get his food because i'm not dealing with a difficult asswhipe. that's what you do in customer service, you deal with the unruly fucks that seriously need a head examination and then a big chill pill shoved up their ass. i know that wouldn't help them any because that's just how some people are, rude and obnoxious blaming others for their own short comings.

i will admit i have some racism, but i don't take it to work with me because all customers are one color, money. they make my paycheck so to treat them ill is only hurting myself, but some days it makes one want to say fuck it all and fuck you too.
the race card some of these rude customers throw out to the managers about how they receive service when it's a lie, makes me want to sort that person out with a few choice words about how special they really are. splat, smack, smash.
i get accused at least once a week of being a racist towards hispanics because i can't understand them talking in spanish and they get angry. how the fuck are you going to get angry at me for living in an english speaking country and i don't know your language? um take your ass to the library, school, college and take some FREE english courses to learn how to communicate.
i will go out of my way to try to work with these customers, but after a certain point i have to just shake my head and say i don't understand.
not my fault, not my problem. i'm just doing my job.

how about the loud mouth who screamed at me two days ago because i had just put out all the chicken for discount and i should make some more.
i told him twice it was already gone out to the table. why? what the fuck do you mean why?
what is it that people don't understand so they ask why?! why?! why?! are you fucking three years old? geezusonacracker
he came back and screamed at me about about something else, so i tell him where to find it and he just stares at me. it was like hello stupid? if you would open your eyes you could see exactly what i'm referring to but nooooooo you have to stand there staring at me because ...yeah what the fuck ever.

eh, at least the street is quiet around my apt lately. that's a good thing, although i keep hearing of reports of unwanteds creeping about our property so who knows if i'll be able to steer clear of them. i might not be so nice and will actually take a broom to them *wicked grin*