A few days ago I made the royal mistake of dropping off some film at Wal Mart. Today I had no choice but to go retrieve it. So I get up to the photo counter and give them my name. They can't find my film in the drawers, so they ask when I dropped it off. I told them, "Wednesday." Then the fat bitch behind the counter pointed to a bag on the floor with no more than 20 picture envelopes in it, and says, "It's probably in there, but we haven't checked those in yet. Come back in 20 minutes."
I asked, "Couldn't you just go through the bag and find it now?"
She said, "No, because we have to check them in. You'll have to come back."
I wandered around Wal Mart looking at random stuff for a while and walked back to the photo counter just in time to see them digging the last of the envelopes out of the bag and chucking them into the drawers.
Nice "checking in" process, Wal Mart.
Fortuntately my pictures were in the bag, but I'm pissed off that they made me wait 20 minutes (during which I managed to collect an armful of stuff that I ended up buying also).
Not only will I be taking my photos to Winn Dixie from now on, but if anyone ever decides to build a weapon cabable of simultaneously destroying every Wal Mart on earth, I will gladly donate my live savings to the project.
Fuck you, Wal Mart.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Customers = Dumb Pieces of Shit
Working in the retail world is fun. I enjoy interacting with people on a daily basis, and my job really isn't that hard. The hours are a little awkward, but I manage.
Today I was showing a customer filler sheets for a scrapbook that she had bought a few days ago. She couldn't remember which size she had bought and if they were the right style for the book. She picked up what she thought was the same scrapbook she had bought and decided (I thought) to just buy an additional scrapbook and use it's pages to be sure.
After I had left her (hereinafter referred to as 'the bitch'), I start restocking shelves. I start down an aisle, and I look down to the other end of the aisle, and I see the bitch taking the scrapbook out of the package to fuck with it. Normally I wouldn't care, because I was under the impression that she was buying it. However, as she walked away, I noticed that she had left the scrapbook behind, and of all places, the bitch has left it in the middle of the aisle on the floor. What a dumb cunt. So I grab the scrapbook and walk up to the front where she was checking out and made it a point to let her see that I had caught her in her dirty deed. She started acting very awkward and left the store rather promptly.
If I didn't like shrink-wrapping so much I would have been even more pissed off. Still, it is bags like this that make life difficult for employees of retail stores.
Fuck old women with no regard for other's property.
Today I was showing a customer filler sheets for a scrapbook that she had bought a few days ago. She couldn't remember which size she had bought and if they were the right style for the book. She picked up what she thought was the same scrapbook she had bought and decided (I thought) to just buy an additional scrapbook and use it's pages to be sure.
After I had left her (hereinafter referred to as 'the bitch'), I start restocking shelves. I start down an aisle, and I look down to the other end of the aisle, and I see the bitch taking the scrapbook out of the package to fuck with it. Normally I wouldn't care, because I was under the impression that she was buying it. However, as she walked away, I noticed that she had left the scrapbook behind, and of all places, the bitch has left it in the middle of the aisle on the floor. What a dumb cunt. So I grab the scrapbook and walk up to the front where she was checking out and made it a point to let her see that I had caught her in her dirty deed. She started acting very awkward and left the store rather promptly.
If I didn't like shrink-wrapping so much I would have been even more pissed off. Still, it is bags like this that make life difficult for employees of retail stores.
Fuck old women with no regard for other's property.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Ph.Don't
Yesterday I went into the Journalism and Mass Communications office to find the head of my department. I didn't know who it was, so I asked one of the secrateries. She replied, "Mary Helen Brown." Then she pointed to a door outside the office.
I walked over to the door and briefly glanced at the name plate outside. To my recollection, it simply said "Mary Helen Brown."
So I went into the office to find two women in there. Not knowing which was the department head, I turned to one of them and said "Are you Ms. Brown?"
She replied, "That's DOCTOR Brown," in the snottiest tone that she could manage.
Excuse me for not being psychic.
One thing I hate more than anything in the world is when people with Ph.D.'s take a holier-than-thou attitude and get all insulted when you neglect to call them by their full title.
I have the utmost respect for people with higher degrees, but unless you are standing over my broken and bleeding body and stitching some limb back onto my torso, I don't feel any sort of obligation whatsoever to call you "doctor."
So shut the hell up.
I walked over to the door and briefly glanced at the name plate outside. To my recollection, it simply said "Mary Helen Brown."
So I went into the office to find two women in there. Not knowing which was the department head, I turned to one of them and said "Are you Ms. Brown?"
She replied, "That's DOCTOR Brown," in the snottiest tone that she could manage.
Excuse me for not being psychic.
One thing I hate more than anything in the world is when people with Ph.D.'s take a holier-than-thou attitude and get all insulted when you neglect to call them by their full title.
I have the utmost respect for people with higher degrees, but unless you are standing over my broken and bleeding body and stitching some limb back onto my torso, I don't feel any sort of obligation whatsoever to call you "doctor."
So shut the hell up.
Fucking Everything Sucks
If you need a place to vent random frustrations about day to day life, this is the place.ALLOWED:
bad drivers
stupid employees
things dumbasses said
NOT ALLOWED:
the new Avril CD was sold out
American Eagle discontinued my fave khakis
my latte was not frothy enough
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