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*
 

 

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!

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*