tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47356511748772724092024-02-20T07:27:26.113-08:00Chasing Idiots With A BroomAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-4771119392663029192017-11-03T17:37:00.002-07:002017-11-03T17:37:06.013-07:00and the hamster wheel keeps on churning<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">hello lovelies....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">here it is..the 3rd day of November. the year has just flown by fast and as usual the stupid keeps on going.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the Astros just won the world series in baseball. i think i'm the only one around my area that just doesn't give a shit lol.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">seriously....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">all day at work yesterday, the phone would ring. people asking about the newspaper or t shirts, and if we were selling tickets to a game coming up.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">when i would say no, it would be well why? when are you going to get it..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">somehow me answering those questions still didn't appease the idiot factor and they would call back repeatedly throughout my shift.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">back to the recovery after the huge ass flooding event that created such chaos.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">we are still not back to normal, but for the most part it's okay.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">our awesome landlord has yet to repair the damaged walls that were taken out, and i'm so tired of hearing the manager whine about random shit about the units.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">if i go outside i get barrages of questions, and i've yet to tell her to fuck off, but it's coming soon i do believe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i'm lucky to have union through my job, so they came out and filed a claim for some money assistance to see if i qualify for a small check to pay for the loss of clothing, even though i already got a little bit of help.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">there she was asking my husband who that man was, and i had already told him to lie and say it was the city coming out to see the damage in our apt.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">that went over well, but hey i had fun messing with her head for a few days before telling her the truth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">woman pulled up outside my apartment and asked me, while i was just sitting there, what the rent was for the apartments we live in, and i told her everyone has different rent prices. she kept asking me what the average amount was and when i told her to talk to the manager, she just stared at me and grunted.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">it made me laugh, and then i just got up and walked into the apartment to hear her screaming at me what a bitch i was.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">yeah honey i know i'm the queen and you're just shit beneath my feet, but whatever.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">you know the feeling you get when some people start looking at you while walking up and you can't wait to hear what comes out of their mouth?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sometimes it's amusing and other times it's just agitating.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />i have to follow procedures when i'm working and how dare i not bend the rules "just this once", do i not know who they are? they're a regular customer!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">mmk and then???</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">call the manager to ask the same thing i just told them the answer for and what do you know?! they tell me the same thing. i repeat it again and then just stand there, saying nothing while they walk away with their head shaking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i firmly believe you have to be completely heartless and dead inside to work with the public. these brainless twits come up with the craziest shit, and they actually believe what they're spewing out.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"that sign says it's this price! i know what i'm talking about i'm not stupid! you don't believe me? why are you asking someone to check the price i just told you what it is!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nobody has ever made them: show their id for beer or cigarettes before (i call bullshit), nobody has ever made them pay "price" for that item (it's what the store has it priced at), nobody has done this, nobody has done that!! (what the fuck do you expect?)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">man came to pick up money sent to him through a money service, the numbers are off on the account for said transaction. i tell him THREE times, it's not going to work. tell him he will have to get the person who set it up to call and get it fixed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">he leaves, and then the mother of all bitches calls about how we are screwing him over, and screams at me for what i can assume was three or four minutes. i try to explain to her what's going on and she's not having any of it. i finally got a gut full of the bullshit and hung up. turned around and stated out loud, nobody is going to talk to me that way i don't give a fuck how old you are or how retarded you are.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i had three customers just staring at me while that outburst occurred and i never apologized.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nobody reported me, but i did tell a manager that i hung up and why.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">it seems like i spend more time shaking my head at stupid shit people say or do, than i want to. i just can't deal with the "where's your brain" anymore.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i have actually told people something isn't working or can't be done to make them go away when they make my head hurt.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">figure this one out. valid = </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>legally or officially acceptable</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>now picture this. girl shows her driver license for something that needs id verification and i have to refuse it based on the fact that it's expired by a year.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>she blows up on me stating it's valid. i tell her it's not because it's expired.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>she still insists that it's valid because it came from the state. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>i tell her again it's expired from the last year.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>she keeps starting at it, then back at me and says it's still good. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>i tell her it's good to prove who she is, but i can't take it because it's expired by ONE YEAR!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>she spent ten minutes asking everyone around her what that even meant.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>fucking</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>stupid</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>the guy with her knew exactly what i meant and told her.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>she just wouldn't listen.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>they left and came back to use his information instead and when i accepted it she got pissed off and asked me why his was good enough and hers wasn't.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>i never bothered to answer her because I WAS DONE!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>guy came to get his auto tags renewed and only had a paper id. we don't accept those as valid identification. he proceeds to tell me how it's illegal to refuse his id just because it's paper. i keep explaining to him the policy for not accepting the paper id. finally got tired of explaining and just called the manager to let them decide what to do.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>they let him do it. i was pissed off at the management for that because if i had taken that same type of id for a beer or cigarette purchase i would have been written up.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>oh well,whatever. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>i can completely understand now why George Carlin considered the human race to be so full of what the fuck is this shit?!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>i've resorted to calling people planet monkeys now.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>yeah i'm bitter, sue me.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span>i'm outta here! ciao!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-66210034550770238342017-09-04T05:03:00.004-07:002017-09-04T05:03:41.370-07:00disaster brings out the idiots<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">okay i just noticed it's been like forever since i posted a blog, mainly because I've been prioritizing my sanity aka depression kicked in like nobody's business.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">anyways...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">let's start with the awesome fantastic adventure of what is known as Hurricane Harvey goes bipolar on Texas story.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">from my job perspective:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">three days before the storm even made landfall i was cracking jokes abut how people were so frantic about getting supplies that i was answering questions about water over and over.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">biggest question for those three days "what's going on with the water, why isn't there more, you guys should have ordered extra knowing this was going to happen, etc"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">finally stopped explaining it's about supply and demand and there's a lot of demand right now due to the situation going on.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">here's where it gets to the line of okay i get you're going through hysteria into stupidland...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"what situation?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">seriously....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">one day before the storm comes in, our bread and eggs were getting low. people all tripping out on us over that. "why isn't there more deliveries coming in for this, we need it!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">nothing is going to be shipped out when a storm is about to make landfall, it's for safety reasons, just get what you can for now. "why? what's going on?!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">seriously...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">storm comes in, i can't go into work because it floods the streets and I'm stuck..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">next day, the store is closed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">day one back at work, people are lined up at the door entrance, first thing out of their mouths is "omg where is the bread and eggs?" that's all we have for now. "why?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">then the milk starts going out. "when are you getting more of this stuff we need in?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">it will be awhile, our warehouses and trucks are kind of stuck in flood waters or behind them for now. "when will that be when they can finally get here?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">i have no idea. "why not?!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">seriously...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">i have to interject at this point that a lot of canned meat goods were wiped out and not many selections available. chips were pretty much gone except for the brands nobody wants lol. most of our store brand sodas were gone, with the exception of 2 liters.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">day two back at work, people lined up at the door again, we are having to inform them upon entrance we are limiting what we have left per customer and they flip out. "why?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"i don't understand why we can only buy a certain amount, i have children to feed, etc"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">it's so other customers can have a chance to get what's left until it's gone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"why?" "why don't you get deliveries made?""why did you let all this stuff run out?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">we have a huge demand right now on the necessary food items, warehouses are still recovering from the flooding, water is still flooded on the highways and they trucks can't get in to the stores.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"can't you get it from somewhere else?""why? what's going on?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">seriously...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">i got the pleasure of standing at the door when we closed on day two. customer walks up to me and says "i need rainchecks" on what item? "everything you're out of right now that i want" we won't honour any rainchecks right now. "why?" we're going through a state of emergency throughout the city. "what emergency would that be?" are you aware of what's been going on the past few days? " yeah it's been raining so what?!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">i had to call for a manager to come deal with her, flat out said "i have no capacity to deal with bullshit right now"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">watched her blow up on him because he said the same thing i did for the same reason and she informed him that "I'm a regular customer i shop here every day"...yeah okay lady, good for you want a cookie?! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">people and their I'm a regular customer status..whoopty doo..most customers in general across the board are awesome, but that one percent can just piss you off in a new york minute.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">day three back at work, no line at opening, customers still asking "wheres the eggs, milk, bread?" "why don't you have these things yet?""what's going on" same answers given over and over, warehouses dealing with huge demand, trucks still can't make it in, etc...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">they're not happy, want to talk to a manager, "this is bullshit" "I'm going to take my business somewhere else if this is how you treat your customers"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">what part of we just had a horrible flooding event of our lifetime do you ignorant monkey fucks not get? how can you not see what happened to the other areas around ours? yes most of our water went down on day one, some parts are still flooded, houses are finally getting wet, starting to mold crap out of their homes, and you want to piss and moan because omg we have limited bread and water when it shows up sporadically. still no eggs, a little bit of random soy and almond milk, produce is getting sparse.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">my jokes are starting up about you know it's become real when the limit is two beer cans per day, because that supply is going out. made some people laugh, others just stood there at me like what? huh? i don't get it?!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">geezus lighten up will ya? you're stressed, I'm becoming bipolar because of everything, whine whine whine whine...f-u-c-k- off!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">day four i took a personal day off, had to for health reasons.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">day five back at it again, finally started getting some items in. customers still complaining about lack of selection.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">some squabbling about prices not being changed, new ad sales aren't being honoured.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">having to explain why that is going on. they're mad.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">yeah get over it crybaby.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">day six, same old tired ass shit, finally starting to see things filling up. why aren't you lowering your prices like the other stores are? i have no idea contact our corporate office to complain about it. "what's that supposed to mean?" just what i said, call the corporate number and tell them what you're telling me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">i actually told one person I'm not bothering my manager to answer that question again when I've explained to why things are the way they are right now, just call corporate and make your complaint to them. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">seriously...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">yesterday, "why aren't the sales matching the ad?""i want a raincheck" we're not using the ad that came out in the mail..reason explained.."why?" i just told you why. "it's not fair" it's perfectly fair you get the prices from the last ad, new ad will come out next week. "i came here specifically to buy what's on the ad" you can still get the same prices from last week "i want to talk to your manager"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">i can't give you a raincheck for those sales in the current ad because we aren't using that ad this week. "why not?" reason explained again over and over and over</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">once this supply and demand from the storm and emergency is over we'll resume the normal store ads again. "what emergency?" from the storm causing shelves to empty out and not having product because of warehouse flooding or highways keeping our trucks from coming in. "why?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">seriously...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">we ran out of propane, still waiting for that to finally get delivered. "why don't you have it?" reason explained.."but why?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">how about this, do it old school, make a campfire with sticks. "i can't do that" yeah i get it, not many people build fires anymore because using a grill is more efficient.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"no we use propane to bbq with"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">yeah i know i just said that. "no you said grill, that's will charcoal"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">duh?!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">we had to limit no cash back for almost a week..that was really fun. same explanation over and over. atm machines ran out of cash. "why is this atm not working?" what do you mean? "it doesn't give me any money" it's out. "why?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">the banks can't make a delivery for the service provider. "why?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">had to stop giving out change because it's limited for store usage only. "Why? i need to wash my clothes" i understand that but we only have it for the store right now. "why?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">while all this shit going on at work, I'm trying to get some resemblance of rest around long shifts and constant lines for a few days at work. had allergies kick in right before Harvey came on land. then all the rain started, i was worried about not being able to get to work or being stuck there. whether my apt would flood which it did but it came in another way.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> trying to make sure i had food to eat that would keep me sustained until supplies are back up and running. hoping that i won't get sicker where i would miss days.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">general concern and worry about everything else going on around my city, people being rescued from high waters.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">my empathy went on high overload, which is finally dying down.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">these bits and pieces of the why why why, what's going on, really has me concerned about humanity as a whole.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">how can you not go through something devastating like what we have gone through and still recovering from and not see the whole picture or at least some of it?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">i gave up on trying to figure out it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-23908363719378365492017-05-06T20:00:00.003-07:002017-05-06T20:00:38.986-07:00i can't even....<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">every day the same shit, and pulling twice the weight to make sure it's being done the way they want it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">put all that bullshit from a job along with an asshole or stupid customer together, and it's almost a doom combination each time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">*eyeroll*</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">dumb ass</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ugh</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-59474196049035120172017-04-22T11:29:00.002-07:002017-04-22T11:29:37.267-07:00excuse you but i think i know what i'm doing here<span style="font-size: large;">some of these people that come into my job place are just full of them self.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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".</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">then gave me dirty looks while i finished doing my job putting up items for return back onto the shelves. smfh</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">how about the bitch, that's exactly what she is with her attitude every time she comes in the store.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">i just nodded and walked off because this woman loves to argue bullshit.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">and then the day i lost my cool and snapped at a customer who was being a pushy sob.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">make me a manager, i'll be glad to tell them to please calm down or tell them to stop coming to my store.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">you can't expect every day to be a short line day.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">get the hell over it you yakshit three year old acting moron! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-14321541232116183712017-03-30T18:39:00.003-07:002017-03-30T18:39:49.266-07:00dealing with a mentally challenege adult who acts like a three year old<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">so here goes....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">not my problem i look like i know what I'm doing.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">it's a great mask ain't it *wink*</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">to the lady who literally showed your ass over coupons?! congratulations..you definitely showed me who was boss that day?! lol</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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?!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">she was livid, demanded a manager, and then storms out the door with the exclamation "I'm never coming back!"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">i told her, see you tomorrow, and then laughed, however my manager was not amused.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">no id, no sale! *big smirk as he walks away*</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">yeah fuck with me when I'm waiting on someone.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">i sound like such a great customer service person don't i?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a customer that was there, told her to leave me alone and go smoke some crack or something.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">this last one should get you a good chuckle.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">had a man buying beer with his two sons, nephews, what ever these young boys were to him.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">then he has to nerve to tell me to have a blessed day, and calls me potty mouth again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">i stared at him as we walked off, and said what a jackass.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">don't know if he heard me, don't care, but really?!wtf is wrong with that whole scenario.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that makes them complain that i was being rude.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">yeah keep on talking shit about me with made up things that never happen. one day you learn a lesson.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that is fact :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">his silence was priceless, because i shut him down by being a comedian. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-40706472910169397802017-01-15T19:17:00.001-08:002017-01-15T19:17:01.708-08:00never ask the question "could they be any more stupid"<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">any-who, little ole me gets a chance to be up front with the customers.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">*insert big evil grin*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">that includes me from time to time. yep i said it, even i am stupid when it comes to certain things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">he glints at me, grunts, then says okay I'll stand here and just wait.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">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. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">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).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">what person in their right mind, throws a hissy fit over a purchase that costs less than $1?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">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*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">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 ^_^</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">see what being around humans does to me? it makes me want to smash them when they get arrogant, stupid, etc.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">i watched through the window as the idiot stood there just staring.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">i was tempted to open the door and start swinging but it was more fun to watch him stand there in confusion.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">blah blah and all that jazz.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">customers are stupid!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">people are stupid!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">okay not everybody but a large percentage are..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">so yeah ciao!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-67958776077223928382016-08-08T17:13:00.002-07:002016-08-08T17:13:46.503-07:00and there it is....<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and there it is as promised...the stupid has not left the building.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">excuse me while i shake my head in amazement that they just keep continuing to irk me and/or amuse me with their antics.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">okay so let's see where to begin.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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?!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i hope he chokes on his saliva soon before it drools all the way down his legs into his sneakers. *insert flip off here*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">not a people person and damn sure not a people pleaser and i think that qualifies me for customer service, don't you? *wink* </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-14543076446795847862016-07-29T14:32:00.001-07:002016-07-29T14:32:07.205-07:00what 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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.<br />
i doubt he learned anything due to his idiot nature.<br />
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lady wanted me to write happy birthday on a cake, so i did.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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<br />
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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!<br />
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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.<br />
yep i'mma be SMRT up there indeed i will *cackles*<br />
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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.<br />
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ciao!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-21076543440823655162016-06-30T16:00:00.002-07:002016-06-30T16:00:26.377-07:00i'm back! *wink*<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">so wow, it's been over a year since i've told my tales of woe lmfao...okay the tales of the stupid.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">there's been alot over the past year and recently was prompted to share again the idiocy we live among.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">o-m-g it's idiotsrgalore inside the store, literally.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">you just have no idea how stupid people are until you see them in their natural public surroundings.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i'm not talking about the run of the mill customer, those guys make the job shift go smoothly.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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".</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">yeah there it is in a nutshell, lazy fucking stupid people.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">now she knows what she can ask for, but always stops to ask for a "sample".</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">how about mister wait on me now or i'm gonna explode.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">*eyeroll*</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">go fuck yourself, you ain't that special! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">not my fault, not my problem. i'm just doing my job.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i told him twice it was already gone out to the table. why? what the fuck do you mean why?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">what is it that people don't understand so they ask why?! why?! why?! are you fucking three years old? geezusonacracker</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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* </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-17055162499846395912015-03-15T12:14:00.003-07:002015-03-15T12:14:56.783-07:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">finally getting to move to a one level apartment. i'll be stuck between an old fart and the laundry room but will no longer have to listen to sounds from above my head except for the squirrels and the attic creaks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i'm so tired and hoping that i can get caught up on rest once this schedule at work slows down. for a month i've been plugging in close to 40 hours a week, which to be honest exhausts me because i'm not really relaxing like i should be when i'm off, or i'm always fighting off headaches and sinus headaches.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the idiots at work once again never cease to amaze me at their level of stupidity.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">there is one woman, and i know she's an adult, who comes at least twice a week, pays for about $10 in gas, and then goes stupid at the pump, she can't pump gas into her car, will turn the gas off, then complain that I turned it off on her..bitch please, learn how to put gas into your car or go the fuck somewhere else...but i have to take her bullshit and just tell her she did it herself or put it back on and say go do it again. she's annoying and always complains to a manager that I personally always give her a hard time when she comes. *mental stab* </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the dumb asses who keep asking how many fuel points they have..seriously you're buying groceries where it tells you on the bottom of the damn receipt and you're not asking me to check for you because you can't read?! ugggggggh</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and how exactly am i supposed to know which of those points you're using are for the month before or current month. I'm not inclined to know these things and the system doesn't show it either unless i scan or enter the information, then print it out each time before doing the actual transaction.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">it's not that hard to pay for gas and go put it in your fucking car people...not rocket science, but here hang on a minute...let me send my pet rock out there to do it for you because DUH! you're stupid!!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">as far as where I'm living, the idiots across the street are now back up to their bangdeboom shit again, i'm guessing they can't hear the radio at volume 1000 so they have to crank it up just a little more so that my walls vibrate.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">it's so awesome to have music i can't stand anyways now reverbing inside my apartment like a mini woofer...fucking rejects need to die.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">yes i'm in a very pissy mood about some things because it's a never ending ordeal.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i want peace and quiet, i know it's not normal but I'm not normal so yeah..fuck them people...shut the hell up already! *grumbleslikeareallyoldfuckinglady*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">one day i will have the chance to blast music super loud and they're gonna hear hateful gnarly shit like NILE, RAZED IN BLACK, and COMBICHRIST...because I can and bwahahaha "it's evil satan music" lmfao</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i mean that's the talk that still circulates around this 20 apt complex...hubby and I are satan worshipers. well damn all this time and we never sacrificed a goat, just a few thousand bugs. and i could have been wearing a super cool black hooded robe just to take the trash out and then hiss at them all while they stare. smh STOOPID!!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i personally don't want to know everyone I live around, could care less what's going on in their lives, and don't fucking knock on my door to ask for shit, if you're bleeding you can go die somewhere else.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm minding my own business, i don't know about any apts for rent, don't care that you need some place soon, don't care what your name is..i just don't give a flying fuck..and yet these strange morons still want to talk to me cuz i'm just so fucking cool...wtfe</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and the thumpers are coming around again now that it's warmer weather..they bug the hubby like nobody's business but they see me come outside and they clear the road. *chuckles* I'm guessing the broom incident last year finally got into their heads to stay far away from me. the woman had it coming though, after i told her twice to go away and she kept standing there i got the broom and swatted her with it. yeah fuck with me dummy i have a broom and i will assault you with it if you're at my door or in my face.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i'm soooooo mean, and evil...and racist..cuz i'm just like that...mmhm..they never see me helping people out with questions or conversing just because they need someone to talk to. never see me picking up garbage i never dropped on the ground, or how i love to sit and listen to the birds sing and watch the four leggeds running around the street.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">yep</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i love me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">*muahs*</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i'm outta here! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-15597018723154154962015-02-10T04:00:00.001-08:002015-02-10T04:00:26.168-08:00<span style="font-size: small;">dude..i swear if people could be any more stupid! this past week has me wondering what the hell is in the water supply around here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">asshole across the street just visiting, has been pulling up every day around 5pm and blasting his tejano music so loud i can hear Venus screaming turn it off. i don't care what kind of music you listen to, when it's so intense you can feel it buzzing inside your own home, it's too freaking loud. and of course my mind goes to that invisible bazooka locked and loaded and pull the trigger..kaboom! now if it just worked...the dummy would be gone :) out of my misery and the scorched street </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">yeah that's what i'm talking about...let's just blast them fucktards off the planet. they're taking up space and oxygen the ones who actually think with use.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">there's a man upstairs, he's not really that bad, but once you add about 12 beers into his head he turns into mister "i have to yell at everything and laugh about stupid shit, talk about stupid shit, and get on my downstair neighbor's nerves the whole time" pffft seriously? why did he get moved into my building..the woman who placed him there knew he was an alcoholic and noisy and she knew i've had my share of the loud bullshit. and yet...another one to deal with or start wishing death on, but at his rate death is just on the guest list waiting for a pick up one day.</span><br />
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work, is not a place of solitude or peace, it's full of arrogant and snide bullshit.<br />
the fucking stoner who comes every day to "buy a blunt"..i'm sorry idiot, they're called cigarillos, not blunts, but your stupid ass is still high...please for the love of god walk into the traffic on the highway already..pffft<br />
the i'm in a hurry asshole who throws the money into the tray and points to the car/truck...yes thanks for allowing me to demonstrate my awesome skill of "reading your stupid fucking mind because you can't even say the words i want gas at pump number (insert number)"..thanks fucker<br />
miss, omg the gas is so cheap i can save money today "jumps up and down while asking how are you doing"..bitch please everyone who can read sees that price, you ain't that special, please shove the princess crown up your ass<br />
and then...the why dummies...i'm sorry but what the hell...seriously i'm being asked why over and over. if you can't figure it out stop pestering me with the question a two/three year old hounds the parents with. why can't i get more discount, why did my gas pump stop, why did you do this/that, why why why why....what the fuck are you? three years old? god grow up already, pull up your training pants and move the fuck on ya ignotard *combination of idiot/retard i threw together in my head*<br />
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it's not just recent, just build up from the stupid that comes and goes around me and i'm getting fed up again. i want them to all fuck off and die, but nooooooooooooooooooooo it's called "let's see how far we can push her until she snaps and then cry victim because i'm insulted".<br />
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i still don't drive but the idiots are amuck on the streets too. yesterday an ambulance had come up the street and as courtesy/road rules have it, hubby pulled over to the right and the asshole driving behind him never slowed down, we almost had a rear ender because his handicapped neanderthal ass just kept rolling forward. when we hit the red light at the same time i just gave him the nastiest look because i was angry at almost being hit. there he is, sitting with his head up his ass, oxygen in his nose, old fucking white man needs to be put out of our misery for him not paying attention.<br />
blah blah blah...yeah i'm white too but the point is god pay attention people. stop causing accidents because you can't see or don't care. i don't wanna be in a wreck again because some shithead just "didn't see". that's when i will start smacking a bitch around and end up in jail for it, but it will feel so good to get it out of my system. lolAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-25431143476736117252014-11-06T09:08:00.001-08:002014-11-06T09:08:33.406-08:00Hey there! Yeah it's been awhile, but I was working extra hours for my department lead and letting the stories kind of build up so there's more to write about..<br />
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Halloween wasn't really that active per say, a lot of people around and about, but in general it seems the stupid was too involved in getting sugar highs already, or they weren't out from under the rock yet.<br />
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While at work...<br />
Male customer approaches me and asks if it's supposed to be taking a dollar off if he's using his debit card. I've never heard of it happening before although I do know each card charges differently, and I tell him it's probably something the card does, when he informs me "I've been coming here for years and it's never done this before", so I suggest moving to another gas pump for his transaction.<br />
He walks off muttering and doesn't move anywhere else, he proceeds to pump gas and stops it at exactly $1.00, comes back to me and yells "It took my money!". I'm thinking to myself well duh you used your card and pumped gas, although I'm not sure why it's stopped at just a dollar.<br />
He wouldn't let it go, tells me I need to get it fixed because he just got ripped off and then sits in his car for about half an hour before leaving. Normally when this happens I go out and put a bag on the pump so another customer won't have a problem, but I didn't leave the building because I don't know what this person might do and it's not worth it to be attacked physically.<br />
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Later that same day a female approaches me to complain because she's not getting any gas at her pump. I kept asking her what was going on and she says "the damned thing won't come on", which made me go out to see what is going on.<br />
Here I am standing in front a pump and waiting for her to come over while she's rambling on about just turn the damn thing on. I can't do that because our system is prepay only and tell her this,. "I've never had to pay before I pump ever, what are you trying to do here", my response "I'm trying to help you at this pump are you going to come over here and try it again with your card?"<br />
I get called a smart ass and know it all, so I stand there by her car waiting while she's standing at the building insisting I turn the pump on.<br />
I got fed up and went back inside the building and tell her "ma'am at this window you prepay, out there you pay at the pump. This is prepay only here and yelling for me to turn it on won't get it turned on. If you want help then go back to where your car is so I can help you, and then take care of the other customers here too". She screams go to hell and gets in her car and drives away, only to find out from a phone call that she went inside to complain on me that I told her to go to hell and get in her car and leave.<br />
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That kind of bullshit pisses me off when someone is that ignorant they can't do anything but point a finger, blame you and say you did or said something you didn't. Usually I refuse to help them after that happens because that kind of person will always twist truth to serve their purpose and they can fuck off and rot for all I care.<br />
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Last week, our gas prices dropped by a substantial amount and a customer asked me three times in a row if that price was a joke? What's the catch? I stopped telling her after the second time she asked me that, while informing her that the manager had just come out and changed gas prices and it's the real deal, because I could see that she was so far gone in her stupid nothing would snap her out of it.<br />
What I wanted to say is trick or treat, spin the wheel, see if you get that lucky prize of cheap gas or give me $5, but I refrain from doing such things because stupid has no sense of humour.<br />
Shaking my head at this one.<br />
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Around the apartments, we've had two new tenants move in since the end of November so basically in a 9-10 day time frame it's gotten louder because they are white trash and don't know a level of conversation below 2000.<br />
Already pestering both me and the hubby over cigarettes and how long we live here, how much we pay for rent. I'm only friendly if you give me time to get used to your bubbly over-eager ass, or I see you're like me and enjoy distance with a few hellos along the way and maybe in time a conversation or two happens. What the hell business is it of anyone's to be asking me "do you live around here", while I'm taking my garbage out to the dumpster when they saw me walk out of my apartment.<br />
I didn't even bother looking because that's just stupid to ask if you see where I walk from.<br />
Knocking on my door to ask me if i know where a piece of mail goes? I don't care, stick it up your ass for all I care...omg now I'm rude! No shit Sherlock, you knocked at my door, you don't know who I am, and ask me if I know about someone's mail that clearly you took out of a mailbox at my building, so now I have to tell all my neighbors, thankfully there's only 3 of them, to keep an eye because we have a nosey fuck looking in the boxes now. I do believe that one is gonna get bit or scratched for being somewhere he doesn't belong and it will only be a matter of days or weeks before it happens.<br />
If I make a phone call to the owner to complain (they only get two chances and that spends one) because other than a guy in the back, me and hubby are the second apartment tenants to live here the longest so when we complain it's legitimate.<br />
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Let's see back to work:<br />
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Two days ago:<br />
Some of our customers are mentally handicapped and require assistance, however this one woman who comes and yells at her daughter for everything, almost got told to fuck off after she yelled at me over the way the gas was dispensed out of the pump. I went out to the car after I became aware that there was some help needed and found a mouthy bitch going on and on about what kind of bullshit is this the pump jumped from $14 to $20 and she paid for $20 in gas..who do I think I am ripping people off..blahblahblah "you sorry bastard". I walked off her in the middle of her blathering because I know this woman is batshit crazy and she's still ranting about it and flipping the bird at me, which makes me shake my head and laugh. Poor idiot, she truly is one, should be put out her child's misery by being institutionalized..but that's few and far between these days. That bitch seriously needed to be put away, special hug me jacket, but she doesn't get the therapy cactus, she can hug a barbed wire teddy bear.<br />
Ain't I sweet?! blech<br />
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This one happened yesterday...<br />
Woman comes up to me at the window and asks for a $50 bill and I tell her I don't have one.<br />
"Well why not, nobody in the store has one either! What's wrong with you people? Is it too much to ask for a simple $50 bill my god you would think I was asking for gold or something!"<br />
my response "ma'am I can't vouch for the store but I drop my large bills in the till, go to a check cashing place to get a bill like that. usually people want to break one down not ask for one" and then laughed as she walks off . I had to ask a co worker if that really happened because I've never seen anyone throw a hissy fit because they couldn't get a large bill. It's usually the other way around when one can't be broke down but this woman was bent and then says there's something "wrong" with us because she can't get what she wants.<br />
whatever sister...fuck that noise, go sell it to someone who gives a shit.<br />
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this is that 1% from dealing with customer service that makes a sane person want to go a village raid and kill all the idiots because they're crossbreeding antics keeps the stupid alive...<br />
grrrgrrrrgrrr<br />
okay i'm over it..<br />
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*muahs*<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-30191511930255919962014-09-30T10:44:00.003-07:002014-09-30T10:44:55.431-07:00Back from a emotional hiatus...had to re-evaluate my position on how I view people in general.<br />
I found that it's not far from truth where things are concerned that STUPID is and will always live among us.<br />
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Most of the incidents are from work now, very few from my neighborhood, and every so often from an outing.<br />
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If you're paying me for a service provided, then yes you do indeed provide money towards my paycheck, but it does not give you the right to be rude to me over your own bullshit.<br />
Case in point....there is one customer who comes like clockwork every day around 7:20 am...mind you the location he's coming to is barely open an hour when he rolls up with his machostinkass..yeah I said it, he's just ugh with a capital grow the fuck up.<br />
Anyways...this guy gets angry every day because we won't break a $100 bill for him. Somehow we're being mean to him and he is going to take his business somewhere else, but there he is the very next day with the same tripe. What does he do I wonder...he wears a shirt for one of the home improvement businesses but does he actually work for them or is he some random mental case that is in need of a rubber room and three square meals a day?<br />
It's always the employees fault when customers find the business or service lacking, but sometimes it's the very thing they refuse to see, their own bullshit.<br />
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A recent phone conversation from a bill collector:<br />
Hello may I speak to (insert your name here)..this is her...yes ma'am I'm calling about your student loan account and would like to offer you a special rate if you pay it off today for $375 a month...long quiet pause...hello?....I'm listening...yes ma'am like I was saying (blahofferblahgiveusyourmoney)<br />
Now with that part of the story taken care of, this is how I usually handle these calls:<br />
I understand you're doing a job, but I will not be paying any accounts off in full today, nor will I ever be able to as I am poor..I'm sure you can understand that since you're working for a bill collection agency...Please do not take this personal but stop calling me about an account I'm aware I owe on..it was never my intention to let it go this long without making payments on it, but by now I'm sure you've heard it all and this seems like another blow off so I'll make it simple..I am not paying shit, no money, nada, not doing it you can't make me, goodbye! (then I hang up the phone and sit there waiting to see how many times that number rings me back..usually twice more after the initial go fuck yourself without being that rude)<br />
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This morning, I'm sitting in the waiting area to see a doctor for a referral to see a psych so I can resume a couple of medications cuz I'm nutttttttttttts man. I tell ya those squirrels are plotting against us, just wait and see. *snickers<br />
I'm there for maybe 15 minutes when I get taken into the back and wait to see the doctor. He talks to me, then checks me out, looks at my eyes and ears, then says after looking into my mouth that I have thrush...hell no I don't..yes ma'am you do..I'm sorry sir you might be the doctor but I've had thrush before and it hurt like a mofo...well you have thrush ma'am and I'm prescribing something for you to take for it..fine. I've already told him I'm dealing with allergies right now but somehow it's something else. *eyeroll*<br />
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Sometimes they just don't listen no matter if you say something that might be relative or not..this isn't just a doctor, it's people everywhere. They hear what they want and then stare at you like what?????<br />
I have muttered fucking idiots so many times I should be paid to say those two words. The tolerance is slipping again as it only seems to build up for when I don't care how people act, and then when I want them to be somewhat normal I end up finding myself wanting to slap someone upside the head for being stupid.<br />
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Meh it is what it is. They won't leave us alone...moooooooooommmy! make it stop!!!!<br />
Yeah it's time to pull on the hip waders because even then the bullshit comes up so high you refuse to dirty yourself with their petty stupidity..always why? are you mad? what did i do? where? how come?<br />
What the fuck...are you three or something and stop acting like you're about to throw a temper tantrum cuz damn sure I might not be your mother but the urge to put you over my knee and whip your ass comes into my thoughts quite a bit.<br />
Yeah I know there are some that will read that and go oh yeah baby spank me...but if you deserve the punishment, it won't be enjoyable for anyone...so bite me!<br />
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and there you have it folks...more sarcastic drip/dribble...wtfever you wanna call it.<br />
meow!<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-79933288636388299012014-08-05T07:21:00.006-07:002014-08-05T07:21:59.606-07:00Talk about a month that flew by...July just came and went on me like a flash and the stupid has never stopped showing up either :p<br />
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The crazy lady who had dumped her garbage outside my kiosk then demanded i take her money finally showed up again after being gone for several weeks, finally shows up again with those weird beady eyes of hers all glazed over.<br />
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The jackass who decided he was too good to be friends with the hubby and myself moved out last week..I say good riddance to that piece of trash. found out he was talking so nasty about everyone and always complaining I'm glad he did walk away from us because i know i would have smacked him a few times over whiny crap. I'm sorry but the only pity party allowed to be thrown around me is from myself or hubby, everyone else can go fuck a duck.<br />
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Here we go:<br />
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Stupid #1: pays for gas, goes to pump it, then comes back to yell at me that he asked for a certain amount of gallons not dollar..my response...should have specified sir I'm not a mind reader. he was not amused but neither was I because let's look at the whole picture. he paid for the product, used it, then comes back to declare that somehow I have screwed him out of something? yeah fuck you fatphuck<br />
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Stupid #2: guy knocked on our door two days ago, asks if we have cable and when I tell him it's not any of his business he informs me he's just asking for customers who would be interested in the Comcast services. when i replied again with "you mean the company that guarantees to double bill you for everything including the air you breathed while you were using the services?"..he just shook his head walked off and said thank you ma'am...now tell me why he walked off? I know why cuz he's probably heard over and over again how we don't like how that company treated us by stealing our money.<br />
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Stupid #3: our apartment manager is hardly around during the actual business hours because she has two jobs and always dealing with other issues so people often stop and knock on our door to ask about renting an apartment. I've made the joke several times to the owner to make us the manager so we can at least show these potential renters a unit but he just shrugs it off, even when I tell him that these people have always knocked on our door even when we lived in another unit and we could always just tell them how horrible the roaches are and the black mold.<br />
See that right there was my way of letting this man know I'm still aware of all the violations and that I'm beyond aggravated at having complete strangers always knocking on my freaking door to ask me about renting.<br />
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Stupid #4: the jackass and his potential ho in training...so you gave me money to do what exactly? I don't read minds, nor do I enjoy playing the game of guess what I wanna do...bitch throws money into a tray and walks off, and then a guy walked up and noticed some money laying there on the counter but it's my fault it was there? Why? Oh yeah. it's because I'm a thief and was never gonna tell her it was there...because I'm so awesome i enjoy stealing money from complete strangers when I don't even know it's there, and thennnnnn...yeah get this part...I'm a liar because I knew it was there and just didn't say anything but I "got busted"... what the fuck do these people smoke? seriously...<br />
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The list could go on for hours but I'm bored with their antics and realize once again that it's not me at all...some of these human beings are just D_U_M_B!!!!!<br />
Not in the sense that they are uneducated, they are simply stupid dumb with a double WTF are you that stupid...<br />
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I've used the words idiot factor, ignotard, fucknut, idjit, nincompoop and several others more than normal since summer started..seems the heat has melted that one twentieth of a brain cell they had.<br />
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So yeah, I'm an elite bitch who thinks my shit doesn't stink once again because they're perfect and I'm just being hateful..lmfaoooooooooo<br />
See even that doesn't fly because obviously these people have no clue how stupid they really are as they shuffle around every day..gods they make the zombies look bad and I like zombies a lot.<br />
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Anyhow....ciao! and see ya on the flip side of the non stupid, wherever that is...yeah...I'm outta here.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-14542423660364428832014-07-08T08:08:00.001-07:002014-07-08T08:08:13.116-07:00All I can say is O-M-G for the idiot factor since June started this year...<br />
I swear it must be the heat melting their brain cells, that's if they had any to begin with because they're just cracking me up at them acting like a dummy or pissing me off..either way...o-m-g!<br />
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A guy we befriended about five months ago has now decided he is too good for us and only comes around when he needs something..a ride...cigarettes...coffee... *big eye google over that*<br />
Let me clarify ... he was supposed to be a friend or at least we thought, and then one day he just disappeared from the door step. No more knocking on the door to drink coffee in the mornings, smoke cigs with the hubby, share bbqs or late night conversations. The interactions were both ways, we also went to his apartment or hung out nearby. He snubbed me every time I said hello or went to his place like hubris extrodinaire for two weeks, until the day my hubby asked him what was going on and then this piss poor excuse was given "oh i've been on my new medications and they make me sleep all day" is the only blahblah the idiot could muster up. Seriously, we watched him walking up and down the street and all around the building, and still he never said a damn word to us and would just stare at us like we had the plague. He shows up last week to ask for a ride to a dr appointment offering $20 for the gas, so hubby took him. Now here we are four days later and the only conversation we've had with him is about our car problem that started yesterday and how he can "help us fix it"..wtfe . Last night we walked past him at the local Walmart store and he threw his head up in the air and just kept on walking, and then hubby realized he was actually snubbing us...yeah should be really interesting to see how that one turns out next time mister oh we're bffs comes knocking at the door because I personally won't be answering it anymore..I don't care if he's on fire *wink*<br />
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Here's a complete moron moment for you. Lady pulls up in her car and opens up the backseat of her car, proceeds to take a handful of plastic and cardboard and then drops it on the other side of a vendor building outside and then waves her money at me. It infuriated me that she used a non garbage spot for her trash so I went outside to pick it up before it ended up all over the place or gets in the path of customers and she's demanding I get back inside to take her money to get her gas and leave. I told her nobody was getting gas right now until I pick up her mess that she just threw wherever and that this is not her personal dumping spot for garbage and then walked back to put it up and go back to my register. She got angry, threw a few cuss words at me, got back in her car and nailed it out of the area almost hitting a car, then got out of the car and started a full blown argument with the other driver over her own stupid actions. That made me chuckle because as I've been saying on and off for years..what comes around goes around. :D<br />
Can you see me with a big grin because that's that happened..I grinned super big over that one.<br />
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The local homeless couple, or at least that's how they portray themselves approached me a few days ago for money to "eat" and I laughed in their face and said nothing, just stood there staring at them until they walked away first. There's nothing more that pisses me off than to find out that I've been helping someone who has a place to live, a job or on assistance, and then know that I've actually believed they could use a handout and I was duped..so now I just laugh at all of them and then stare them down until they walk away. Fuck that noise, I'm beyond being scammed anymore.<br />
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Last one falls into the last comment above.<br />
Guy actually walked up to me while I was still at work and asked me for a couple of dollars so he could feed himself, a child, and another person and he was going to buy something at the pizza place that is sitting there on the property where I work.<br />
Let me describe how this property looks...it's a grocery store/strip shop center..so there is the store, and then two food places, a dollar store, and a few more small businesses all tucked in there.<br />
Now how the fuck are you gonna ask me for money to eat at a pizza place when clearly there are two stores there that carry food you can eat for more than one setting?<br />
I lied said I didn't carry money with me to work and then just stared at him.<br />
Another scam in the making and I caught him at his worst game ever...oh well sucks to be him.<br />
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This street here where I live has been really quiet so other than the people that live here in the property the idiots are showing up around work now ^_^<br />
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Yep I'm a big ole meanie! Long live me! haaaaaaaaaahahahaha...mmhm just like that *wink* <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-16633897710280201052014-06-20T06:34:00.003-07:002014-06-20T06:34:59.698-07:00Whew! Been really busy the past few weeks but I still haven't missed the idiot factor in the least.<br />
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The neighborhood is really quiet these days since a lot of the morons have moved on with exception to the one rambling idiot who still lives in the back. I'm hoping he's gone soon because it's very annoying to try doing anything in the bathroom and having to hear him acting like a fool by my building instead of his own. Shake my head at his idiocy and then keep my fingers crossed I don't see him before I leave for work or going out to walk, throw out trash, etc because I will go off on him and call him various names before I let him know how f@#king stupid he really is.<br />
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Haha...yes the mean is out but she's also learning how to just stare them down now or play the "what are you talking about" game. Ask me a stupid question and now I will just repeat it back like a parrot.<br />
Here's an example: Teenager walks up to the window I'm working at and asks about a bathroom and I tell him to go into the store. He asks where the store is and I reply with where is the store?<br />
He walked away shrugging as I'm standing there going duhhhh dumb-ass, the store is directly behind this tiny building...pfffffffffffffft.<br />
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Now on to the good stuff~<br />
The mean lady who comes every day to bark her phone number at me and then give me her order aka what she is buying does not having a good experience when dealing with me on the service end because I'm not budging to the idiocy and have learned quite well how to be a dummy in return to idiot behavior given.<br />
Call me stupid, slow, can't do my freaking job right and you'll find that I am those things, but only to you. *eye roll* fuck you shithead I am your karmic return..eat up fucker!<br />
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The lady who lives across the street is very meticulous but sometimes I wonder if she is OCD because it doesn't matter what time of day it is, the minute I walk outside to sit for a coffee break or observe the birds and squirrels, there she is outside watching me.<br />
That's not the idiot part but her getting up to pull weeds and then toss them into her driveway makes me wonder about her sanity. Hacking at a tree with a machete also raises concerns, but my favorite idiot moment is watching her walk around her yard and sing, then mumble, checking all her plants, watering some, then going back inside the house and coming back out a few minutes later purse in hand and then walking off. Where is she going? She comes up the street from some unknown location every day, stays at that house a few hours or the whole day, then walks off again. oO<br />
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The guy who lives in my building who is too fucking lazy to buy his own damn chair for the porch and then comes and sits in mine and smokes like a chimney filling up my apt with smoke.<br />
He has a chair at his door but he won't sit in it. What the hell? He asked me a week ago how come I still have a job..that one just made me laugh at him without giving a response. Seriously did you just ask me why I'm still working while you're doing what? Sitting on your ass texting away on a cell phone waiting for those three days a week you go to work for about four hours spinning records..... what.the.fuck.ever!<br />
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The idiot who still picks up and drops off a guy across the street backing up the street to the stop sign instead of turning around and driving back up the street like a normal person.<br />
The whatevers that live in a rental house behind the one the college party kids lived in, who insist on playing music out of a van at 5 am every damn morning for about 20 minutes.<br />
The old man in the back who keeps asking me if every damn stray on the street belongs to me, because we all know that I am old mcdonald's wife and the farm is inside our tiny ass apt.<br />
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I'm screaming inside most of the time now because they're just not worth the power of my words anymore. I still let some of them know what I think. <br />
Working almost a full time shift week now will be some of my stories because it's where I'm viewing the world now. It's too hard to not share it and to be honest I really don't care if somehow they read this blog and go omg what if that's me she's talking about?! Hello stupid, yeah it probably is...<br />
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And I'm off to enjoy this great big cup of java and the rest of my yogurt cuz I CAN!<br />
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remember boys and girls, you too can fight crime if you wear a cape and your underwear on the outside...up and away!!!!<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-67879560215695845352014-06-04T07:42:00.003-07:002014-06-04T07:42:56.936-07:00Soooooooooooooooo let's see....<br />
It's been three weeks of being a working woman again so life has been spent adjusting to sleep and free time.<br />
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The apartments are still dealing with a loud mouth dude in the back who snorts, grunts, mumbles and then stares at me like he's a bull about to charge. I've resorted to calling him Felicia because he's that annoying and unimportant with his stupid bs.<br />
Yesterday he was yelling in the back of the building and it was so loud it got the attention of both contractors who were working on a trailer next to our building and they were looking around, so I told them to just ignore it because we have a loud mouth in the back who's being stupid again.<br />
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Monday- I had to call the landlord and complain again about my mailbox falling apart and how we temporarily fixed it with duct tape for winter but now that it was falling off the hanger again. That it was time to just put a new one up or use an old one that the manager's husband had told me they have in a storage building, because to be honest if I miss getting some important mail from Social Security or the lawyer office I deal with I was not going to be happy about it.<br />
Came home from work the next day (Tuesday) to find a brand new mailbox and the landlord had personally knocked on the door to tell hubby we had a new mailbox and he wanted me to know it was taken care of.<br />
I really hate having to pester the owner/landlord over things like that, but when it's something I've asked to be fixed for a freaking year there's a major issue. It's not his fault though because the previous owner/landlord had told me it my problem not his, and when I informed him he owns the damn property and he most certainly is the one responsible I got no response.<br />
Thanks to them selling it to someone who does seem to give a few more fucks has made a huge difference in getting things fixed.<br />
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Work really provides me with some chuckles that I really can't delve into but I will share this one story.<br />
Sunday- I had just finished ringing up a customer and after she walked off I overheard the woman behind her say "she must be the man of the relationship", which made me just stare at her like she lost her mind.<br />
The woman she was referring to had frosted tips with her hair cut about half an inch on the top and really buzz short everywhere else.<br />
I told that other woman that I really liked the other woman's haircut and was hoping I could have had the chance to find out where she gets her hair done because it's freaking awesome and then just smiled.<br />
That shut up miss "mustbealesbianbecauseoftheshorthairstereotypicalbitch" because she just blurted out what she needed and walked off really fast.<br />
So fucking what if a woman has her hair cut short or buzzed off to peach fuzz!! How the fuck does that make her a lesbian? Some fucking idiots I swear...that one earned YAFM!!!! totally S_T_O_O_P_I_D!!!!!<br />
It's almost as retarded as somebody assuming because a man is wearing pink, light blue, purple, yellow, or a light green shirt he's feminine or must be gay...what the fuck ever! *major eye roll*<br />
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I'm guilty of stereotyping but most of the time I actually just see the person and how they're dressed, (sometimes I like what they have on and tell them) tats, piercings, hairstyles, makeup, etc....<br />
Fuck the traditional stereotype for shit..it's just not true!<br />
And for that record how are gay people supposed to look?! Do they need neon name tags?!! UGHHHH!<br />
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Last idiot comment..about this one guy who does this at least every other time he picks up someone across the street.<br />
He pulls up and honks the car horn a million times, then when he leaves he rarely turns around to leave. He will rev up the engine, then put the car in reverse and drive it backwards up to the stop sign and then take a freaking year to get it turned the right direction to get the hell out of the way.<br />
He did this shit yesterday and it delayed me getting to work by almost five minutes. IDIOT!!<br />
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Ok I'm outta here..enjoy your hump day! seeyaz<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-23956561408268256262014-05-23T08:48:00.000-07:002014-05-23T08:48:32.747-07:00Soooooooooooooooo the troll that lived above me is now officially gone. She left about 11 days ago (all on her own but acting like a butt munch that whole day talking shit about how horrible the people were that lived around her), and the constable just now in the last two business days knocked on the door and then left a green eviction notice. Anyone notice an irony here?<br />
As long as she's gone I'm more than fine with it, the only bumping we hear now is from the manager or a hired person for the day upstairs cleaning, and the occasional ghostly bump from the building's finest otherworldly beings ^_^<br />
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I got blamed again for another tenant moving out just two weeks after moving in, because somehow "that old lady just sits there and sticks her nose in every one's business" is the primary reason that her family moved out.<br />
Excuse me a moment..LMMFAO what a crock. Excuse you honey if you don't realize that having your husband, son, whatever the hell the person is to you, stand by my bathroom window (that is always cracked open) and talk about drug deals, you bet your sweet ass I'm reporting your unit to the owner and manager. Fuck that noise, you can smoke pot all day long but you make your deals where I see them, hear you talk about it, or it becomes in my face so to speak and I will rat you out faster than you inhaled that last toke. Not to mention any other nonsense you're up to because I can sniff out a liar and con artist coming a mile up the road..sad to know I can but it's how things have turned out lol.<br />
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I finally got a job..yay me!!!! Anyone who works with customers knows there are always going to be those that are comically rude and they a) have no clue, b) don't care, c) should stop breathing.<br />
Not going to delve into those stories unless they end up presenting themself during my off hour time...so you just gotta know I'm having an adventure each time I go to work and leave it at that *wink* and yes I actually do like what I'm doing so far...give me time I'll cry in my coffee about how tired I am at some point :p<br />
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Had a woman come out yelling at me on Monday during one of my walk sessions to tell me to stay the hell out of her trash cans. It just came out of nowhere and I stood there wanting to laugh in her face but kept it in just to hear her out. Apparently she assumed that because she saw me picking up a can near her yard at the curb (I never go into a yard or trash cans at all, even a tiny junk pile), and sometime after seeing me walk by her home, that her trash can had been rummaged through. I explained to her that I usually walk that area during my weekly walks at least once, and I only pick up the cans I find on the street or curb because I have no desire to dig in some one's garbage and get their cooties and then waved goodbye. I have no idea what her expression was, don't care, but sometimes people can just be oddly amusing when they assume. We all know what that word breaks down to hmmmm?<br />
If you're gonna assume, you made an Ass out of Me..now see where those other three fingers are pointing back to and catch the clue STOOPID!<br />
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Yeah I'm leaving at that because there really isn't more for me to tell at this point. Ciao babies <3<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-50563956475902033382014-05-10T09:07:00.001-07:002014-05-10T09:07:26.030-07:00Here we are going into Mother's Day and the idiot abundance still makes me shake my head.<br />
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All day yesterday I had the dispriviledge of hearing a unit in the back argue all freaking day, along with the accusations that somehow once again I'm responsible for them being evicted.<br />
I have found that I'm getting better at getting people evicted around this property though, earlier this week I had a couple living in a trailer on our property evicted for non payment of rent since February....go me! *wink*<br />
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The troll still insisting upon living above me has now decided that I have become her enemy #1 and now she's being "tossed out on her ass" by the owner by the 17th of May...boo hooooooooooooooo I'm so sad for her...NOT! She's made sure every day since the day I blew up on her for telling the postal carrier that I was stealing her mail, to stomp very loudly around her apartment starting at 4 am until she leaves at 8 am..most of the time I'm already awake but her attempts just irk me.<br />
Day before yesterday I had a fist slamming session in the bathroom and my main room wall because while I was taking a shower she decided to take one herself and redirected all the hot water and flow to her unit. How dare I use "her" water! I mean after all she doesn't pay rent around here therefore she owns it all!!!! Simply put, I will be dancing when she moves and singing Ding Dong the Witch is Dead when she announces her final actions while getting into her car. I know she will because the other batshit crazy person who lived here almost 2 years ago did the same thing all the way up until the last few minutes of getting into the truck she drove off in, and most of the batshit crazy folks tend to love getting that last 5 seconds of fame in *eyeroll*<br />
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I lost the college kids across the street last week too. They moved out and had so much crap inside that house it took 5 trucks to get it all, plus 2 more days of coming back to pick up smaller stuff and clean up. We found out it wasn't even college kids but a group of grown ass men who had rented a house for their clubhouse. Kinda feel sorry for whoever moves in next though, there's a lot of places that they actually peed and pooped in the yard. I know that because they did it in broad daylight so it's hard to miss someone pulling their pants down right across the street from where you're sitting drinking your coffee lol<br />
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The guy in the back who keeps trolling around asking for cigarettes and rolling papers has now decided he "don't like me cuz i call him nigger", keeps walking by where I sit and mumbles but then gets butt hurt when I look at him like wtf man use WORDS not HMFGHHMMHPH! What the hell does that even mean other than My name is We Tod Did...you know the rest doncha?<br />
My name is We Tod Did and I am Sofa King...der de der<br />
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A friend recently told me that he had been talking to his psych about his rage and not being able to stand being around people in general because it made him want to do things and he was told it was part of his depression. My response was hell all this time I thought it was because you don't like being around stupid people. *wink* Having said that I know it's rage, and makes me wonder how it can be only depressed people who get that way when I've talked to a few people in the past years who also get irked and enraged at the stupid shit people do and say, and they're not depressed at all just fed up with STOOPID!<br />
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And then to top off my recent list of YAM (you're a moron) Awards, this goes to a certain female who just won't leave it alone about me refusing to talk to her. It's been a freaking year and she's still going on about me..obsession much? Every time she starts talking to someone new (gods help them when they figure out what she's truly like) she dredges up the whole "I don't know why Donna doesn't talk to me" routine again and then I have them asking me what's up with that..beyond freaking annoying and definitely fits the bill of HEY STOOPID IF I HAVEN'T TALKED TO YOU IN A FUCKING YEAR CHANCES ARE I WON'T BE IN THE NEXT ONE!!!!!<br />
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Yes I'm a bitch I'm aware, I've been fine tuning it since I hit my 30's *wink* <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-57234567222521139992014-04-27T14:32:00.003-07:002014-04-27T14:32:34.862-07:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i think i'm gonna dedicate this blog to drama whores.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">you fucking bitches seriously need to quit pretending to be queens and get that damned plastic tiara the fuck off your head already..geesh</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">if it isn't one idiot around here dragging my name into their bullshit it's another one.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in the last month i've been accused of causing 3 tenants to be evicted and reporting their arguments to the management.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">excuse me ho if you put your laundry out to dry in front of my face and part of it blows near me while waiting on the police to arrive, i'm damn sure gonna let the manager know the cops showed up at your unit...</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">so eat me!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and how dare i ever befriend someone around here and not include their trailer trash ass in my conversations..i simply do not like you, and you're not welcome anywhere near where i eat, sit, or sleep, not even where i take a pee or crap..yeah i said it, i'm better than you'll ever dream of being sweet cheeks! take that to the damn bank of who gives a fuck!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">gods above and below...where do these ignotards come from? seriously...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the troll upstairs threw a trash bag with toilet paper and paper towels with pieces of crap on it along with some receipts, one used feminine pad, and some lint from doing laundry out in the driveway right beside our car, so i cleaned it up, rebagged it and tosses it at her door which she threw back down when she came home again. i've been told she has now demanded the owner pay her money to move out "peacefully"..how the hell can someone demand to be paid to move when they've been served eviction shit 3 times and are on the second round of court? S_T_O_O_P_I_D!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">white trash female in unit #3 in the back was fine for the past couple of months until she decided to get the red ass and start talking shit about another tenant in the back who visits with me and the hubby, plus another tenant up front because someone how we cause problems for her since "we think we're better than they are" *eyeroll* how the hell did that moron get the idea that we do that shit, i mean the guy that lives near them tells us all the strange shit that happens back there because he sees it all day and most of the night, but it doesn't mean anything other than blowing off steam over aggravation, hell we do it too about noises across the street or from upstairs people where we are located.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">white trash female in unit #5 decided yesterday that it was me "that uppity bitch up front" who informed the owner about all the garbage they were supposedly throwing around. if she had actually paid attention she would have known i was bitching about the idiot above me doing that, but the irony is she does let the children that live with her throw paper, food and the wrappers, broken toys, trash bags, and other random things all over the parking lot by her apartment door, plus the dogs both she and the other unit mentioned above have and they let those animals roam free getting into trash all up and down the street and then they drag it back to this area where it gets stuck almost always by my door.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">each time they say i'm to blame i'm gonna say words that will redirect their anger at their own problems they created so they can stew in their own poop pot. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">last night a couple broke out in a fight which usually around here is a lot of yelling and screaming, but these two were busting out glass and throwing things around and it sounded like they were about to bust down the door or railing so the cops were called out on it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">today they both come back all smiling and happy to that same apartment that police escorted the woman from after she was seen by 2 men getting the shit beat out of her. shake your head at that one...stupid-ignorant-IDIOTS!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">we have a black guy who walks all around the property most of the night and day pretending to talk on a cell phone, talking really loud, looks at you and grunts and then mumbles something and has started standing around by the front of our building (he lives in the building behind me) and just stands there looking around. i actually hear him telling some guys at the college party house across the street that i think i'm tough shit or something and they laughed at him. he knows i can't stand him because i just stare at him and then tell him to move the fuck on. it's freaking pathetic i have to tell a grown man to stop hanging around me with the loud outbursts. i just have no tolerance for it period....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">anyways after being asked if i know where someone went like i'm a fucking babysitter i'm done, i'm so annoyed by the idiots today i just want to scream fuck off and die!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i'm sure someone is gonna laugh at this miserable angsty blog...have at it..the idiots are amok today for damn sure!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-27686133821559866782014-04-17T11:20:00.004-07:002014-04-17T11:20:49.425-07:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Man, let me tell ya, this past month has had a few wtf moments.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I can start with the neighbors around here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It seems the new owner who took over in September 2014 just didn't bother doing background checks or staying on some of the newer people that have moved and is now paying out the ass in court fees to get these people evicted for not paying rent money due for almost 2-4 mos each.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The troll upstairs and yeah I say troll because she's something else..blaming me for every stupid thing that happens to her..is behind for 5 months and has had all the channels for eviction filed on her, short of the constable showing up and get out now or be arrested action.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She has decided to fight in court the eviction saying she has been harrassed for the entire time she's lived in the building.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her car got towed two weeks ago and that was my fault, according to her because I'm causing trouble for her *eyeroll*</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She even told a police officer who showed up because the apartments manager called them out, after the upstairs tenant threw trash out on the ground and started acting like a complete ass by banging on her apartment walls, stomping around her floor like an indian train for 10 minutes and running the hot water for 3-4 hours at a time at least three times a day leaving not only my unit but another without hot water most of the day, and after the last time there was no hot water the police were called out to talk to her about her actions.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was already outside when the officer arrived, because of some construction being done inside the bathroom and the dust was all over the apartment, so I was clearly able to hear all her lies to the officer including her argument that she didn't feel she should have to move out just because she lost a rent payment..lmfao..that she was being harassed because the people downstairs had her car towed but we parked wherever the hell we wanted to. Along with a lie about parking spaces being marked for the apartments assigned spots after her car was towed, but in fact had been on the parking blocks for almost 2 weeks before she finally did get towed. That was something the guy next door to me did because she kept parking in his spot and he was coming and going all different hours because of college classes and work.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Amazingly though since that officer came out last, she has stopped being as big of an ass although she still likes to drag furniture and stomp between 9pm and midnight every night and turn the water on if we shower or wash dishes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stupid isn't even a word for this woman..she's just bat shit crazy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Never fails the crazy shit that happens is usually involving the people that live around here on this street.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The idiots across the street are still blocking the street with their twenty million cars and trucks and burning the tires to hit that mock zero to a thousand in 2 seconds childish crap. Ugh..every time they do it I say "I hope your shit blows up" lolol. I know it sounds stupid but if you had to hear it every day for half a year you would find yourself blowing up that place or those cars in your mind..ah such is the mindset of a silly rpg player ;) don't get upset it would never happen from my end anyways but one can always fantasize ^_^</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We have an ignotard who moved in and he spends all day walking around talking on a cell phone that isn't even active. He begs for cigarettes and laughs really loud at a joke by someone that isn't even there.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm just waiting for the day he gets stupid enough to knock on my door because he's not gonna like it when I go old lady psycho on him lmfao...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nothing out of the ordinary at the stores because believe it or not nothing has happened which makes me wonder if those stupid people forgot how to get there.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There was one small incident but I let it go with a comment. A lady walked up to me standing by an aisle cap while waiting for my hubby to come back up to the front of the store and asks me if I'm in line.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was nowhere near the checkouts and I just stood there and blinked then said "the lines are over there" and pointed to the check outs. She asked me again and got the same response. I wanted to hurl insults about the idiocy and just let it go..maybe it's the fact that I'm so bored with the neanderthal behavior and activity.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Watching them shuffle around like nobody else is around. They stand staring at products without touching or taking it for purchase. The cell phone text zombies still walking around, but now I just bump them with the grocery cart because their dumb ass should have been watching.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Soooooooooooo other than the bs going on around here that's pretty much it except for watching people who can't drive run over the curb or trying to turn around to drive the other way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-4165797037223030232014-02-25T07:44:00.001-08:002014-02-25T07:44:53.643-08:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sooo let's see what today's rant and roll is on about....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Let's start with the freshest stupid thing and move on from there..this time I win the yam award...yep me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was walking home from the store yesterday, thinking about a few things that have made me melancholy over the past couple of weeks when I shifted the grocery bags to the other arm because they tend to get heavy feeling on me fast even if it's just a few items, and I dropped one that had a soda in it. Normally that's no big deal but this dropped right on the street and I had an eighteen wheeler coming dead at me. What did my dumb ass do? I stopped to pick it up and then chased the plastic bag because "we can't have garbage just flying about trashing up the place". Don't ask me why I do that, my mother never raised me that way it's my own quirky thing about trash going into the proper place and not someone else's lawn/property. Anyways, I took a few minutes after the fact because there's no way in hell I was able to do that all by myself since I walk really slow now but there I was reviewing the scene afterwards and thought "omg you are truly stupid, you could have been hit by that truck or any other car zipping around them! and all over a stupid soda bottle!" smh</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Earlier in the day there was a lady taking trash out to the dumpster at the same time I was and we were talking about how full it had become lately and the lack of seeing a garbage truck come for pick up, when she fell backwards and must have landed on a broken vase or planter because she stood there with blood dropping off her arm and asked me "am i bleeding?" I looked at her like are you stupid and said "well you fell, must have hit something sharp, yep that looks like blood to me but taste it anyways, it might be ketchup" and then proceeded to walk back to my apartment laughing. Seriously when have you cut yourself and had to ask somebody else if you're bleeding? You can't tell from looking yourself? STUPID!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This past weekend the weather was nice enough for a couple of the houses to host bbq parties. I really don't mind it because it's their life, not mine. The college party house as I call it, had an all night party which surprised me that they did not, for once in the whole time they have occupied that building, have loud music blasting the street, or a crap load of cars blocking the street. I did observe however, two drunks staggering around like they were bffs and telling each other how they were glad the other has their back and then another guy comes running up and knocks the shit out of one of them. That made me laugh because I'm easily amused and drunks are comical in their own unique way, within reason. Not that I find them all amusing because I don't.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This sucker punch gathered quite a crowd because all of a sudden it was like watching a bird fight, arms flying up in the air, chests puffing out, "yeah? what you gonna do about it, bitch?!" " man why you gotta be like that nigga, I thought we was tight"..and so on. And they say watching life isn't as entertaining as movies...pffffffffft they should come live on this street, a dead end street at that. There is more action on this one piece of street than a hooker gets in a night. Not so much as stupid as in watching the humans fight because they're drunk..and no reasoning left in those brain cells. smh but chuckle anyways</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Another case of hey I have driveways to turn around in but I'm gonna back my car up down the street to the stop sign anyways because I'm (fill in the blank)...yes that's it...stoopid! With a capital you're a moron *eyeroll*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There are some new tenants that recently moved in about a month ago, that have dogs. Only one walks his dog on a leash, the other lets the animal run wild, something I hate unless you have a fenced in yard or space for them to run crazy without anyone else being around or cars. This past Sunday, while everyone is outside doing their thing because the weather is nice, this one unit lets their dog run loose and I watch the dog chase a cat, then a car, then another cat until he/she is gone out of sight. Probably about 10 or 15 minutes later the owner of this dog walks up by my building and looks at me sitting there. Asks me "have you seen a dog?" My response "yep I've seen quite a few in my life", and that gets me a nasty look and a grunt. Well you asked me if I've seen a dog and I said yes, can I get a cookie now?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Amazing how people ask a question and they expect you to know exactly what it is they're asking. I have many gifts but reading minds isn't one of them. You have to clarify what you're asking me or you get nothing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His wife walks up to the building laughing and asks me if I had noticed a medium sized brown dog running around in the grass to which I replied that I had and that I watched him/her run off towards the intersection.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You would think that gets me a thank you right? Hell no, this bitch up straight tells me "why didn't you say anything?". Fuck that noise, nobody tells me I should inform them when THEIR pet runs off so I so nicely, okay not nicely but it had a momentary ring to it didn't it *snickers* "excuse you, I don't know you or who the animals belong to around here except my own. If you paid attention to your house pets you would know where they are, so fuck off".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I swear, there are quite a few humans who should not be allowed to breathe, breed, own pets, chew bubble gum, drive..so much more. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yeah I'm good...got my coffee finally flowing through my system and the dummies are fast asleep in a drug induced world they live in or even if they don't do drugs their fantasy bubble is still sleeping..toodles.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-7126454067180457632014-02-15T09:26:00.001-08:002014-02-15T09:26:13.659-08:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ah so you still want more huh? haaaaaaaaaaaaahaha it's okay i kinda like it too *wink*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sooooo let's see...there's not really alot going on since I haven't been out much except for the occasional run to the store.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I watched a visitor leave the college kids party house a couple of days ago and this is what he did. His truck was parked facing towards the dead end of our street which means he was facing north (kinda). Anyways, he started up the truck and then started backing up to what I thought would be turning around in the driveway by my building, but nooooooo he kept backing up all the way to the stop sign up the street the other direction, never even bothered turning around. I just stood there calling him a dumb ass because seriously, in what universe does a normal person back a vehicle up all the way to a stop sign instead of turning around in a driveway. It's not like he hasn't done that before because he has many times, turn around in the driveway, sit there for a bit, then peel out like a crazy person leaving a smoke and the smell of burned rubber in the air. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Idiots!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yesterday the weird guy who lives in the house directly across from me decided it would be funny to keep turning his music up then down again and then point and laugh at me. Guess what I did? Nothing, I just went back inside my apartment because he's just not worth the energy of me pointing out the obvious. It's not my fault he has a drinking problem that sends him to the store at 6 or 7 am in the morning to buy his beer so he can hear his music at the volume of 1000..pfffft..a</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nd then he sits on his porch banging on it with a hammer. I watched him do that for a couple of hours until I'm guessing his wife told him to stop or he got bored and left/feel asleep/offed himself..who knows. See how horrible I am? When they do stupid shit like that I just want them to stop, even if dying is the answer. SMH</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It also didn't help that I kept hearing what sounded like a bb gun or airsoft rifle being shot right outside my building and every time I went outside to look the noise would stop. The only people that were outside were from that house where he was or the other one next to him where the college kids hang out at. One of those two houses had someone shooting a gun of some type. It must have been eat some paint chips day because why would you stop that unless you know what you're doing is wrong? Idiots!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I swear that's gonna become my new anthem as I march through the streets. "Idiots everywhere stop them while you can!" We know you can't but it's a nice thought huh...hahaha</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Last night a guy knocked on our door. Given the fact that he did apologize and call me ma'am earned him the privilege of breathing one more day. The reason he knocked? He's looking for some guy named John who's about this high (he showed me because somehow holding your hand at a certain level helps the person you're talking to understand their exact height), but he has no idea where he lives. That right there just pisses me off because in the 5 years we have lived in this particular building and recently switched apartments from the one next door to this one, we have always had people knocking to ask who lives where, who sells certain drugs, where the landlord or owner is, and the various other reasons a stranger knocks.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I wasn't rude to this guy but I did ask him if he had a clue when they moved in because I don't know people's names. Thankfully he knew the time frame because I sent him to a new tenant who moved in upstairs not really caring if it was them or not.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I told the hubby that I would love to see that invisible sign that reads "please knock on this door to ask any question you want about anything", so I can blow it the fuck up. Seriously, this is the second place we've lived in the past 10 years that strangers knock all day or night and ask who lives where like we're the keepers of the human race *eyeroll*</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It has to be the universe that keeps sending them to our door because I keep saying one day I'm just going to attack and see what happens but I don't. I really don't like being tested that way but it seems more than ever pressure to not eat them, literally. I'm not putting out any mojo that would draw them to me except friendship but that's not meant for them to come and knock on my door asking about Tom, Dick, or Harry and where they live, what kind of drugs they sell, what do they drive, blood type, and so much more annoying crap..blahblahblah</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Have I mentioned how much I love my coffee mmmmmmmmm yeah coffee, harsh black and ready to go..omg now I'm a pervert..it's okay I love it and so do you :p</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm not right in the head you realize that? *runs off snickering</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-72617575682365273742014-01-27T20:58:00.002-08:002014-01-27T20:58:15.540-08:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ah good times, good times...lalalala...oh wait a minute I can't enjoy peace and quiet because the shitferbrains idiots who live on this street don't know how to be quiet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Let's start with stomper upstairs..the bitch had her grandchildren with her for a week, that made it three people making noise on and off all night long, thumps, banging, scratching on the floor (my ceiling), never heard talking, and still only one set of feet moving about because apparently the children know how to walk normal *eyeroll*</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It made for some rather awkward dish washing and shower time because every time the hubby or myself washed a dish or took a shower somebody up there turned on the hot water and we were screwed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Right now as I type this she's upstairs stomping all around her apartment (it's barely 200 sq ft in size) at 10:36 pm, and she's turning the water off and on which seems to be a big thing with her, and banging on walls. Is she really that stupid she doesn't understand that old buildings have copper pipes which thump when hot water goes through them? I've seen her twice and she's not young either so I'm wondering what rock community evicted her dumb ass.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know I'm far from perfect and sometimes bump the counter or a wall, bang a cabinet or door, have the tv up a little too loud because the volume shot up on me, and my conversations with the cats can be loud at times but give me a damn break, I know what an apartment dweller should be like and she ain't cutting it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I heard her this morning telling the owner that she's okay with the apartment but the people downstairs are really loud. That set me off because the last crazy bitch that did that harrassed me everyday and did the same noise making and floor stomping this one does.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Can't file a complaint with the new owner because of my reputation that apparently followed the turn over of property has me listed as an angry bitter person who can't get along with neighbors. Pffffffffffffffffft if people would stop being stupid and learn that the world does not evolve around them and be aware of how they're effecting others, perhaps I might not need to tell them what I think.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I swear it seems sometimes all I do all day is complain about her stomping or banging around upstairs, the morons who party at the college drug house, the idiot across the street who has now resorted to hacking up trees in the yard with a machete. That made me cock an eyebrow but hey I guess he's that bored or he finally is sobering up through AA. Dunno but he's a pain in the ass standing around staring at me when I look out my window or sit on my porch, or playing his tejano shit way louder than it should be for a man his age. Ugggggggggggggggggh, the tension is just ridiculous.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And once again I watched stupid in it's finest form yesterday attempting to back a truck trailer full of bricks into the driveway across the street. Apparently the driver is the smartest of the box of rocks because I watched this idiot pull forward and back up four times to back up into the driveway he was supposed to be going to and each time he pulled out and redid it. I'm watching out the window and snickering at his stupidity and think now why doesn't this idiot just pull into the driveway here by my building, where the cars are parked, and back straight up into the driveway across the street? It's the most logical action but nooooooooooooooooo he's gonna keep pulling forward and back into that fence over and over until, oh look he finally got a clue and is now pulling into this driveway here by the cars...now to watch him back up into that other driveway. Come on stupid you can do it, I know you can. Keep going, yes another few more inches, wait you're going all the way into the yard? Interesting now that I see the back tires of the truck you're driving are off the ground because that trailer load is heavier that what you're supposed to be pulling. Shake my damn head and sigh as the hubby reminds me that people just don't think.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Is it just me or are people that ignorant? I don't think I'm smarter than the average bear but there are so many times I watch people and think how they just don't seem to get it, like there is something missing from between their ears. That makes me laugh because I feel like Cruella De ville when I get like that but come on already..stop being...wait for it....a stupid ass monkey who can't get a clue or use it even if someone gave it to you!!!!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yeah rant over for this time..but just wait my minions the stupid will show up again and evil will rise up to smash their pretty faces and laugh as they cry over the milk they spilled mmhm</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bwahahahaha..yes I'm really that nuts but you already knew it or you would be reading my blog :p</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08723305448808190261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735651174877272409.post-65911219318558274072014-01-11T08:57:00.003-08:002014-01-11T08:57:28.360-08:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yay here I am again with another hateful blast of the stupid. Hahaha</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yesterday I went for a routine doctor visit and while waiting in the lobby to be called for the triage stats the preliminary nurses do while waiting for the initial visit, I get approached by a man who has a horrible english accent claiming he's a representative for Bayer. I humour him because inside my head I'm thinking to myself why the fuck am I being bothered waiting to see a doctor about a questionnaire on pap smears? really? geezus on a fuckin cracker. I start filling it out because it's random, just to do it in case it's legit. not like the genitalia police are gonna come after me if i refuse to fill it out. anyways I'm reading these questions which started becoming repetitive after the first fifteen or so and I started feeling like I was taking one of those aptitude tests you take to get a job, when I come upon one that asks as an option if god is punishing women for giving them cervical cancer. I wrote WTF next to it because I'm thinking to myself what kind of person actually believes any god would give them cancer? On the third page I find this same question again worded differently but one of the answer choices is still about god punishing women by giving them cancer. That pissed me off so I stopped filling out the paperwork when the guy who had first approached me walked by. I told him the paperwork was religious by affiliation and that I was offended since I was told it was supposed to determine why women don't like this particular type of service from doctors and here I am finding questions about god punishing women by giving them cervical cancer and he laughed while explaining it's some kind of Latino culture thing. I'm not stupid and I've never met anyone that said there were gods or demons that give women cancer so I just nodded and said I had no idea and then bit my tongue because what I wanted to scream out was fuck you fundamentalist, maybe god is going to cause your penis to be full of cancer, but I reserved myself and decided to just throw the paper away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yeah you're probably laughing your ass off at this point and it's not really that funny, even though I've begun to notice my sarcastic humour to a point and end up laughing myself, but that situation had me livid. It didn't help that my youngest daughter was there with me and she was laughing at how I was responding verbally to the questions. smh</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today there was a silent knock on the door and I answered it being the nice white girl I am (not) hehehe. Anyways, I open the door and there is this woman standing there who doesn't even say hi to me. She starts looking down at a bible and began saying "I'm here to talk to you today about something that concerns all of us", I told her no thanks but good luck on your journey and she literally looked up at me and asked me "what?" like she was dumbfounded. I told her goodbye and shut the door on her while she stood there asking me why. I'm not about to explain to a person who is part of a group that always knocks on my door about god/bibles/jesus/whatever else they're promoting, that I'm not interested because I don't believe in it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Usually if I'm not in a hateful mood I will tell them politely no thanks and wish them well, but sometimes I scream at them that they are following the misguided teachings of the deceiver and they are the ones fated for hell, not what they walk around telling others and then laugh at them while the walk away and start staring.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today is just not the day I feel like dealing with it, and if I have to shut the door in some one's face while they're still flapping away at the lips so be it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Go pedal your religion elsewhere I'm not interested in buying shit today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">aaaaaaaaaaaaand then</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">yeah I'm gonna fill up my coffee cup again because today the world is gonna piss me off slowly one hour at a time I can feel it. blah</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Okay end of rant and </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">yes folks </span>I'm<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span>schitz, <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">so please make your donations in the form of skittles and m&</span>m's<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> all mailed to </span>fukitall<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> *wink*</span><br />
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