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Start here => Free For ALL => Topic started by: Al Swearegen on January 03, 2014, 11:12:38 PM
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I was thinking about the different run-ins I have had in the last 3-4 weeks alone and I think this is an accurate self-assessment.
Today I managed to get to the shops. I say managed because I have had a lousy stomach bug and was at the shop was to get some bare essentials.
At each large supermarket in Australia they have one or two 15 items or less (next to the self service), 2 aisles of self service and the rest of the aisles are for people who do not wish to self service but are for more than 15 items. Naturally the 15 items is the quickest aisle.
It is not a recent phenomena, it has been this way for at least 2-3 years (since they introduced the self service). Before then, the 15 items aisle was at the very end and occasionally there would be two at the very end.
It happens occasionally. Some dickhead will decide that rules do not apply to them and will use the 15 items or less queue and feign that they "did not know"/"did not see". It is bullshit and we all know it. The perpetrator will then be reproached ever so nicely by the person at the till, the people in line will kind of sigh and roll their eyes in disgust, as the person at the till will be railroaded into servicing this person, with far more items than they ought to have rather than risk the ire of a customer, hold up the customers behind the perpetrator or perhaps risk a complaint of rudeness made against them.
The perpetrator knows this and gets their way. It is unfair.
Not today.
Two yuppie ladies in front of me both with approx 40-50 items at a guess, in their trolley. One runs off whilst the other waits to get some top shelf blue cheese.
One reads a magazine while she waits (before putting it back) and the other plays with her phone. I stand behind unwell and fuming.
The blue cheese lady starts loading up items.
I start counting them quietly.
At item seven, the young Asian girl behind the tip ever so sweetly says "I am sorry this is for 15 items or less"
The woman instantly looks, at the 15 item or less sign, and does a fake surprise "Oh, Oh I did not see it. Well now that we are here...."
I laughed loud in derision "HAHA. WHAT? REALLY?"
She was completely caught off guard by this and said to both me and the Asian Girl.
"Well what am I supposed to do now?"
I covered that one for her "Probably turn around and park in another line?"
She was now a little more than embarrassed and not being saved by anyone started packing up whilst announcing to everyone within earshot "That is so rude!"
"No, that is fair" I commented.
The walk of shame had to come past me. I nodded at them and smiled. She said "Thank you..."
"No problem"
"....for being so rude"
"My pleasure"
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:LOL:...and I am a bitchy old woman.
The store here has a habit of opening 3 of the 20 items or less, 1 regular checkout with a trainee, and the self-serve.
I'm taking the one with the shortest line so I can get the hell out of the store before the Ativan wears off and I start beating people with a loaf of French bread. I try to abide by the numbers but sometimes I don't, if they don't like it, they can get one of the cashiers standing around with a finger up their ass to open another checkout. Every single time I've used the self-serve something fucks up...usually produce.
I try my best to shop in the "off" hours (early morning, late night), most of the time it works and the place is deserted, sometimes it doesn't. If someone comes up behind me with a couple of items in their hands I tell them to get in front of me. Usually by the time I hit the checkout my cash is in hand, and the crap is on the belt and in the cart as fast as I can move, I will bag if need be. I just want OUT. :GA:
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:LOL:...and I am a bitchy old woman.
The store here has a habit of opening 3 of the 20 items or less, 1 regular checkout with a trainee, and the self-serve.
I'm taking the one with the shortest line so I can get the hell out of the store before the Ativan wears off and I start beating people with a loaf of French bread. I try to abide by the numbers but sometimes I don't, if they don't like it, they can get one of the cashiers standing around with a finger up their ass to open another checkout. Every single time I've used the self-serve something fucks up...usually produce.
I try my best to shop in the "off" hours (early morning, late night), most of the time it works and the place is deserted, sometimes it doesn't. If someone comes up behind me with a couple of items in their hands I tell them to get in front of me. Usually by the time I hit the checkout my cash is in hand, and the crap is on the belt and in the cart as fast as I can move, I will bag if need be. I just want OUT. :GA:
Now THAT would be an interesting exchange
Me: HAHA, WHAT? REALLY?
YOU: Yeah what of it!
Me: No go for your life. If you can't count over 15 and want to waste the time of everyone else, Go for it.
YOU : Fuck you!
Me: Class
YOU : Is that you, Al?
Me: Oh, IQ? Hey I'm so sorry mate. Getting the shits for no reason.
:asthing:
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Tend to be in a zone and don't even notice other people when shopping, but inevitably someone will snap me out of it, wanting to talk to me; not sure why this is so. Sometimes it's a grumpy old man talking to me, and then I don't mind so much. :) Old men are good, and grumpy is simply their nature.
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I hate any store with people in it.
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Supermarkets are grounds for discontent. I hate them because of the speed at which people move. Like stoned snails. Clogging up aisles, with their chit chat. Parking trolley's strategically so you have to U Turn or bash them out the way. (yes I know there is an 'excuse me' option but that dries up after I said it a few times)
One of my local supermarkets doesn't have a '15 items or less' but has a 'basket only' aisle instead. Now you wouldn't believe how many items you can pile into those baskets, and of course it doesn't say anywhere that you can only have one. :laugh:
I had a similar moan to someone about the 15 items or less, they were counting eight bottles of milk as one. Felt quite righteous until they pointed out that the cashier still only has to scan one bottle then x8. ::) You can't win.
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Supermarkets are punishment for your sins.
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Supermarkets - they do win. :(
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One must avoid them at all costs.
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If only I were better organised I could order online. The times I have tried to do this I forget stuff and end up going anyway.
They win.
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This year, I ordered most of my Xmas gifts online. :arrr:
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How dare you be so rude to the rude people, Al. :hahaha:
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How dare you be so rude to the rude people, Al. :hahaha:
I have been a grumpy old man most of my adult life and do not think that I am inclined to stop now
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How dare you be so rude to the rude people, Al. :hahaha:
I have been a grumpy old man most of my adult life and do not think that I am inclined to stop now
I really liked the part of the story where she tried to play dumb. I can't stand it when women do that. Oh my, blonde moment, I'm in the wrong line? Yeah, GTFO. :thumbup:
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How dare you be so rude to the rude people, Al. :hahaha:
I have been a grumpy old man most of my adult life and do not think that I am inclined to stop now
I really liked the part of the story where she tried to play dumb. I can't stand it when women do that. Oh my, blonde moment, I'm in the wrong line? Yeah, GTFO. :thumbup:
Haha thanks
The 15 items or less just suddenly appear in her line of sight without even making the pre tense to look around for it and the "Oh well now we are here..." was a mere formality. She wanted to steamroll the process.
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I would have let you in front of me Al, but if you paid with pennies I would have pelted you with produce. ;)
I agree with odeon, supermarkets are evil. >:D
I tend to attract lost old men shopping for sick wives. Usually every other month or so...I help them get the stuff on their list so they can stop circling the store.
Getting old sucks.
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I would have let you in front of me Al, but if you paid with pennies I would have pelted you with produce. ;)
I agree with odeon, supermarkets are evil. >:D
I tend to attract lost old men shopping for sick wives. Usually every other month or so...I help them get the stuff on their list so they can stop circling the store.
Getting old sucks.
Lol, that reminds me of a woman buying a single stamp from the receptionist/man who took care of mail on uni. She did that a couple of times, less than two minutes before closing time.
So, he would stamp her envelope and tell her it was 55 cts. She would come up with a €100,00 bill. And would get away with her letter stamped for free, because he did not have the change.
So, he started collecting pennies and 5ct pieces.
Next time she came with her scheme he told her he had the change. They both did not leave the building till very late. She never bought a stamp there again. And the man had a story he loved telling for years.
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I would have let you in front of me Al, but if you paid with pennies I would have pelted you with produce. ;)
I agree with odeon, supermarkets are evil. >:D
I tend to attract lost old men shopping for sick wives. Usually every other month or so...I help them get the stuff on their list so they can stop circling the store.
Getting old sucks.
Lol, that reminds me of a woman buying a single stamp from the receptionist/man who took care of mail on uni. She did that a couple of times, less than two minutes before closing time.
So, he would stamp her envelope and tell her it was 55 cts. She would come up with a €100,00 bill. And would get away with her letter stamped for free, because he did not have the change.
So, he started collecting pennies and 5ct pieces.
Next time she came with her scheme he told her he had the change. They both did not leave the building till very late. She never bought a stamp there again. And the man had a story he loved telling for years.
I worked with a young girl one time at a ice cream place. She was young, blonde and very slow...it was her first job...I knew from the moment she hit the door she wouldn't last long. The manager used to run the grill and the checkout at lunch time and treated her like a piece of shit...when she was fired the owner and his wife, and the manager combined told her a list of all her "faults" and reduced her to a sobbing mess standing outside waiting for her mom to come pick her up. I snuck outside with another girl and gave her a hug before she went.
She came up a week later when the manager was working the grill with a friend to buy her lunch...around $3.00 or so. Paid for the whole order with a sack of pennies. The manager was there forever counting them out and boy was she pissed. I had to hide in back because I couldn't stop laughing. :LOL:
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I would have let you in front of me Al, but if you paid with pennies I would have pelted you with produce. ;)
I agree with odeon, supermarkets are evil. >:D
I tend to attract lost old men shopping for sick wives. Usually every other month or so...I help them get the stuff on their list so they can stop circling the store.
Getting old sucks.
Lol, that reminds me of a woman buying a single stamp from the receptionist/man who took care of mail on uni. She did that a couple of times, less than two minutes before closing time.
So, he would stamp her envelope and tell her it was 55 cts. She would come up with a €100,00 bill. And would get away with her letter stamped for free, because he did not have the change.
So, he started collecting pennies and 5ct pieces.
Next time she came with her scheme he told her he had the change. They both did not leave the building till very late. She never bought a stamp there again. And the man had a story he loved telling for years.
I worked with a young girl one time at a ice cream place. She was young, blonde and very slow...it was her first job...I knew from the moment she hit the door she wouldn't last long. The manager used to run the grill and the checkout at lunch time and treated her like a piece of shit...when she was fired the owner and his wife, and the manager combined told her a list of all her "faults" and reduced her to a sobbing mess standing outside waiting for her mom to come pick her up. I snuck outside with another girl and gave her a hug before she went.
She came up a week later when the manager was working the grill with a friend to buy her lunch...around $3.00 or so. Paid for the whole order with a sack of pennies. The manager was there forever counting them out and boy was she pissed. I had to hide in back because I couldn't stop laughing. :LOL:
Yay for pennies and creative revenge. :viking:
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I had an arsehole boss that sacked me once. That is, he took me on, and decided that week, to keep on the the guy I was replacing. There had been laws changing the way that the place was working and they were scrambling. Bad timing.
That week I was shaved in front of a filing cabinet and computer diary system for their work.
After 3 days there they took me for lunch and confessed that they could not keep me on nor had time to train me up and they would let me go on Friday of that week and pay me for the next week.
So then I got back at them through the only two means I had at my disposal.
I of course found more work and ran into someone I knew in town a few months later. I asked on these two. They apparently had some problems and had closed down and moved up North.
I smiled.
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I have never seen them turn someone away from a line like that, I wish they would do it here. I have on more than one occasion just left everything I was buying either in the cart or on the displays next to the check outs and walked out when I have been in situations like that though. I try and go at off times or when I drive by and the parking lot lots empty I will stop in. I also hate the self check outs for some reason they always screw up when I use them either giving me the wrong price or not taking my money.
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I have never seen them turn someone away from a line like that, I wish they would do it here. I have on more than one occasion just left everything I was buying either in the cart or on the displays next to the check outs and walked out when I have been in situations like that though. I try and go at off times or when I drive by and the parking lot lots empty I will stop in. I also hate the self check outs for some reason they always screw up when I use them either giving me the wrong price or not taking my money.
Agreed. The cashiers should enforce the policy of express check out. Do like self-checkout at walmart though; it's genius.
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I have never seen them turn someone away from a line like that, I wish they would do it here. I have on more than one occasion just left everything I was buying either in the cart or on the displays next to the check outs and walked out when I have been in situations like that though. I try and go at off times or when I drive by and the parking lot lots empty I will stop in. I also hate the self check outs for some reason they always screw up when I use them either giving me the wrong price or not taking my money.
Agreed. The cashiers should enforce the policy of express check out. Do like self-checkout at walmart though; it's genius.
They don't have them at the Walmart I go to. I have found the lines there get shorter the further you go from the ones by the 12 item or less ones and you can normally get a line with nobody or just one person in it.
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Just came back from Walmart. It was packed. Choc covered Christmas cherries reduced to .34 a box.
They're the fucking anti-Christ. :GA:
*and she pops another cherry in her mouth*
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Just came back from Walmart. It was packed. Choc covered Christmas cherries reduced to .34 a box.
They're the fucking anti-Christ. :GA:
*and she pops another cherry in her mouth*
They're awesome, no? :laugh:
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But you're OUR grumpy old man. :hug:
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But you're OUR grumpy old man. :hug:
:hug:
I am that :)
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But you're OUR grumpy old man. :hug:
:hug:
I am that :)
:-[
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A couple of times those self serve checkouts have short changed me then refused to spit out a receipt to prove it.
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A couple of times those self serve checkouts have short changed me then refused to spit out a receipt to prove it.
SUXX!
I have never had to deal with that, but then, I only use my bank debit card at those places.
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Well, HELL!!!
I think I burped.
Might have been a fart.
I am not sure yet. Let me wait until I reach Nirvana. Maybe seek both at the same time. I might know the difference upon high.
:LOL:
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:laugh:
It's hard to tell the difference when you get to be a grumpy old man.
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:laugh:
It's hard to tell the difference when you get to be a grumpy old man.
Truespeak, indeed!
... but beware; Never trust one lest it be another, yet to be mentioned.
:hide:
... and always keep clean uhm, well HELL! always keep everything nearby.
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I think I burped.
Might have been a fart.
I am not sure yet.
:laugh:
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Gorda man accused of ramming a shopping cart into another man
By: Lucas Seiler, WBBH
Imagine checking out at the grocery store only to hear the person behind you start counting the number of products you have out loud for everyone to hear.
That's exactly what John Malherbe says happened to him Saturday inside a Punta Gorda Walmart.
Malherbe, who was checking out while riding in an electric scooter due to recent surgeries, says 77-year-old William Galladay not only got too close for comfort, but started screaming at him to move to another register.
"He kept screaming about too many groceries and stuff… I'm like, what?" Malherbe said.
Malherbe was in a 20 or less check-out lane -- he says he had 22 items.
Deputies say when Malherbe didn't change lanes, Galladay came running at him with his shopping cart and slammed into him multiple times.
"I think it was the shock of… what? Are you serious? And I kept asking my wife, what?" said Malherbe.
The collision caused bruising and swelling -- and Malherbe couldn't get up to do anything about it.
An off-duty officer just happened to see it all -- the deputy restrained Galladay right as he was gesturing both fists at Malherbe.
"He was not going to quit..." Malherbe said.
He was able to gather his groceries after that and leave. Galladay, on the other hand, didn't make it out with his three items.
Deputies took him to the Charlotte County Jail for battering an elderly person
Link (http://www.wptv.com/dpp/news/state/william-galladay-punta-gorda-man-accused-of-ramming-a-shopping-cart-into-another-man)
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Sounds fair....he should have put two back ;)
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Tend to be in a zone and don't even notice other people when shopping, but inevitably someone will snap me out of it, wanting to talk to me; not sure why this is so. Sometimes it's a grumpy old man talking to me, and then I don't mind so much. :) Old men are good, and grumpy is simply their nature.
Grumpy old men love jacks. It ain't no lie.
(http://content.robotevents.com/images/design_challenge/2011/jacks.png) :oldman: Well hello there!
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Tend to be in a zone and don't even notice other people when shopping, but inevitably someone will snap me out of it, wanting to talk to me; not sure why this is so. Sometimes it's a grumpy old man talking to me, and then I don't mind so much. :) Old men are good, and grumpy is simply their nature.
Grumpy old men love jacks. It ain't no lie.
(http://content.robotevents.com/images/design_challenge/2011/jacks.png) :oldman: Well hello there!
Am very approachable by strangers for some reason; not sure why. It's not only the old men; they're simply the tolerable ones.
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I hate it when people approach me. I'm very grumpy that way.
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I hate it when people approach me. I'm very grumpy that way.
Me too.
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Imagine working in a place where you are required to wear the same outfit that all the sales people wear, as a uniform.
Anyone, any random stranger, at any time can single you out while you are actually doing some more brilliant part of TEH larger part of the overall job (I actually work in Inventory Control - this is quite a lot more important, demanding and difficult than hustling someone out the fuccking door with as much shit as they can carry.) which most who wear the uniform could NOT even begin to accomplish.
Then you are distracted to infinity while you have to get some lame-ass punk who does NOT want to be called to work has to stumble over and (thankfully) relieve you from this horrible stranger who just keeps talking to you, even though you have said five times that someone who can help them is coming, soon!
:hair:
I am much better off staying in MY warehouse. I HATE venturing into the "dunes," (I call it because of the un-even lighting makes one section seem higher than others) dealing with strangers who ALL have questions about the most inane bullshit.
"No, I can not tell you why you can not connect your computer to your camera or why you can not log in to your network or why your software does not do what you thought it would or why your card is expired or why it is so hard to choose between the seventy or eighty speakers we offer for you stupid computer or your ... --- ... "
FUCK!!!
After just ONE day, I almost start drinking again.
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:flyingbat:
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Imagine working in a place where you are required to wear the same outfit that all the sales people wear, as a uniform.
Anyone, any random stranger, at any time can single you out while you are actually doing some more brilliant part of TEH larger part of the overall job (I actually work in Inventory Control - this is quite a lot more important, demanding and difficult than hustling someone out the fuccking door with as much shit as they can carry.) which most who wear the uniform could NOT even begin to accomplish.
Then you are distracted to infinity while you have to get some lame-ass punk who does NOT want to be called to work has to stumble over and (thankfully) relieve you from this horrible stranger who just keeps talking to you, even though you have said five times that someone who can help them is coming, soon!
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I am much better off staying in MY warehouse. I HATE venturing into the "dunes," (I call it because of the un-even lighting makes one section seem higher than others) dealing with strangers who ALL have questions about the most inane bullshit.
"No, I can not tell you why you can not connect your computer to your camera or why you can not log in to your network or why your software does not do what you thought it would or why your card is expired or why it is so hard to choose between the seventy or eighty speakers we offer for you stupid computer or your ... --- ... "
FUCK!!!
After just ONE day, I almost start drinking again.
Oh, you were the guy we talked to yesterday. Sorry.
Yes, I am that BestBuy customer simply because I am ungeeky to the max.
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Imagine working in a place where you are required to wear the same outfit that all the sales people wear, as a uniform.
Yes, am very fortunate in that regard at work.
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Imagine working in a place where you are required to wear the same outfit that all the sales people wear, as a uniform.
Yes, am very fortunate in that regard at work.
So, are you saying that you can work inconito and NO ONE knows that you work there as you do your work??
That would be awesome.
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Imagine working in a place where you are required to wear the same outfit that all the sales people wear, as a uniform.
Anyone, any random stranger, at any time can single you out while you are actually doing some more brilliant part of TEH larger part of the overall job (I actually work in Inventory Control - this is quite a lot more important, demanding and difficult than hustling someone out the fuccking door with as much shit as they can carry.) which most who wear the uniform could NOT even begin to accomplish.
Then you are distracted to infinity while you have to get some lame-ass punk who does NOT want to be called to work has to stumble over and (thankfully) relieve you from this horrible stranger who just keeps talking to you, even though you have said five times that someone who can help them is coming, soon!
:hair:
I am much better off staying in MY warehouse. I HATE venturing into the "dunes," (I call it because of the un-even lighting makes one section seem higher than others) dealing with strangers who ALL have questions about the most inane bullshit.
"No, I can not tell you why you can not connect your computer to your camera or why you can not log in to your network or why your software does not do what you thought it would or why your card is expired or why it is so hard to choose between the seventy or eighty speakers we offer for you stupid computer or your ... --- ... "
FUCK!!!
After just ONE day, I almost start drinking again.
Oh, you were the guy we talked to yesterday. Sorry.
Yes, I am that BestBuy customer simply because I am ungeeky to the max.
Damn your ASS!!
:GA:
:lol1:
... but it is true. You hurted me.
You made it difficult for me to anything but :GA: the rest of the day.
But to be most honest, it was NOT your first approach or even your third that sent me into spazzland; I am a fairly strong spaz.
It was probably your bucktoothed, rednecked cousin's seventh or your Alzheimered from Thor's hammer's granny's eleventh approach that sent me over the edge.
Mostly I do OK, but there are limits to my pretend sanity.
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Ah, sometimes there is a customer that wants to get something done that is not possible, or not going to happen. And they keep asking and asking. Only way to deal with it is get someone else confirming it.
Afterwards: "Hyke, why did you call me, you know yourself how this works?"
Me: "yeah, I know, you know too, they will not stop nagging till someone else affirms what I am saying, better get over with that quickly".
Sometimes we then both see this client harassing yet a third employee, to get the same done.
:GA: :GA: :GA: :GA:
It is funny, when in the mood to find it funny. :P
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Imagine working in a place where you are required to wear the same outfit that all the sales people wear, as a uniform.
Anyone, any random stranger, at any time can single you out while you are actually doing some more brilliant part of TEH larger part of the overall job (I actually work in Inventory Control - this is quite a lot more important, demanding and difficult than hustling someone out the fuccking door with as much shit as they can carry.) which most who wear the uniform could NOT even begin to accomplish.
Then you are distracted to infinity while you have to get some lame-ass punk who does NOT want to be called to work has to stumble over and (thankfully) relieve you from this horrible stranger who just keeps talking to you, even though you have said five times that someone who can help them is coming, soon!
:hair:
I am much better off staying in MY warehouse. I HATE venturing into the "dunes," (I call it because of the un-even lighting makes one section seem higher than others) dealing with strangers who ALL have questions about the most inane bullshit.
"No, I can not tell you why you can not connect your computer to your camera or why you can not log in to your network or why your software does not do what you thought it would or why your card is expired or why it is so hard to choose between the seventy or eighty speakers we offer for you stupid computer or your ... --- ... "
FUCK!!!
After just ONE day, I almost start drinking again.
Your a better man than me, I can barely walk in your store let alone stay in there and deal with customers. I don't think I would last even one day before having a total meltdown
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Imagine working in a place where you are required to wear the same outfit that all the sales people wear, as a uniform.
Anyone, any random stranger, at any time can single you out while you are actually doing some more brilliant part of TEH larger part of the overall job (I actually work in Inventory Control - this is quite a lot more important, demanding and difficult than hustling someone out the fuccking door with as much shit as they can carry.) which most who wear the uniform could NOT even begin to accomplish.
Then you are distracted to infinity while you have to get some lame-ass punk who does NOT want to be called to work has to stumble over and (thankfully) relieve you from this horrible stranger who just keeps talking to you, even though you have said five times that someone who can help them is coming, soon!
:hair:
I am much better off staying in MY warehouse. I HATE venturing into the "dunes," (I call it because of the un-even lighting makes one section seem higher than others) dealing with strangers who ALL have questions about the most inane bullshit.
"No, I can not tell you why you can not connect your computer to your camera or why you can not log in to your network or why your software does not do what you thought it would or why your card is expired or why it is so hard to choose between the seventy or eighty speakers we offer for you stupid computer or your ... --- ... "
FUCK!!!
After just ONE day, I almost start drinking again.
Oh, you were the guy we talked to yesterday. Sorry.
Yes, I am that BestBuy customer simply because I am ungeeky to the max.
Damn your ASS!!
:GA:
:lol1:
... but it is true. You hurted me.
You made it difficult for me to anything but :GA: the rest of the day.
But to be most honest, it was NOT your first approach or even your third that sent me into spazzland; I am a fairly strong spaz.
It was probably your bucktoothed, rednecked cousin's seventh or your Alzheimered from Thor's hammer's granny's eleventh approach that sent me over the edge.
Mostly I do OK, but there are limits to my pretend sanity.
On our/my last visit I had to have the GEEK guy tell me again that the PR's tablet needed a new charger cord (didn't understand it from the previous visit). Couldn't find the Samsung display (duh, can't read SAMSUNG as big as brass). I had to ask some poor man where the Samsung thing was.
I did send the PR off to find a controller attachment for her pink Wii controller that I bought on ebay without the attachment (ungeek me). Nope, no attachments of any color. But she did learn some independence.
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My SO is the customer from hell. I won't go shopping with him for anything more complicated than groceries unless I have to. I've seen the scared look of store employees caught like deer in the headlights, :blah: and I feel their pain. :zombiefuck:
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I hate it when people approach me. I'm very grumpy that way.
What if I approached you? :cbc: :moomin: Would you still be grumpy?
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I hate it when people approach me. I'm very grumpy that way.
What if I approached you? :cbc: :moomin: Would you still be grumpy?
No, I have a soft spot for weebles. :)
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I hate it when people approach me. I'm very grumpy that way.
What if I approached you? :cbc: :moomin: Would you still be grumpy?
No, I have a soft spot for weebles. :)
That's just a soft spot. :P
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A while ago I missed a loan repayment. I had not realised. They called me and explained what had happened. I said. "Oh shit, alright. Sorry about that, I dunno what happened there, I will sort it". They set up a direct debit with me for their peace of mind for future repayments. I said "yup, don't worry I will just transfer the repayment amount into that account each fortnight on Thursday, just draw it on Friday each fortnight" We set that up. Dates were right. They then said, "What about tat missed payment? We can take double the payment if you like?" I said, "No this is my savings account and I do not want to touch my savings. I will pay the extra by direct payment.
They said that was fine (amoung slobberings about how they did not mean to inconvenience me and that they were sure it was just an oversight and how great it was I was setting up a direct debit for them so they were not getting all hysterical on me...)
So Thursday I make that payment. (missed repayment)
Then my account is debited twice by them.
I call them on the weekend
I mention that my savings has had money taken out. They explained it was them. I referred them to the previous agreement. They said, "Oh OK, yes we see from the notes, you are correct, it was our mistake. So anyhow, if you can just go to the branch, they will be able to reverse the payment."
I did not get cross. I said "Sure, sure. I can, unfortunately, not get into the branch during the week as my work does not allow the necessary time during breaks for this and I do need this reversed and I am glad you acknowledge it is a mistake from your end. But then mistakes happen. That's ok, so if you could arrange for this to be transferred, that would be great."
There they started to refute this. There was apparently no way this could be done. I asked whether I could get an email address to authorise it and reiterated my position. No, no good. I said, "C'mon now, you know what taking out someone's money without their permission is sometimes called?" No they did not like that either.
In the end I stopped being cordial
I said "OK this is how it goes from here. I am not wasting any more call credit. You give me an email address I can sort this through or I will just email the Banking Ombudsman and you can explain how reasonable the position of me sorting out your fuck up."
"Oh...oh...Hang on a moment, sir"
a couple of minutes later i am just about to hang up when I hear
"Hello sir, are you there? The Personal Loan team are still here, they said that hey are able to reverse that particular payment by the end of today and they will not require you to go into a branch"
"Delightful. Thanks so much for your help"
"Anything else I can do for you?"
'No, I really don't think so"
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You must kill them all. :arrr:
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You are right. There is only one solution.
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Do what's expected of you as a spazz. Go berserk. :P
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Do what's expected of you as a spazz. Go berserk. :P
You've been spending too much time with Lit. :litigious: :P
Perhaps it's something in the snow. :GA:
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Do what's expected of you as a spazz. Go berserk. :P
You've been spending too much time with Lit. :litigious: :P
Perhaps it's something in the snow. :GA:
We don't have any. :GA:
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Do what's expected of you as a spazz. Go berserk. :P
You've been spending too much time with Lit. :litigious: :P
Perhaps it's something in the snow. :GA:
We don't have any. :GA:
Then it's Lit. :GA:
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Do what's expected of you as a spazz. Go berserk. :P
You've been spending too much time with Lit. :litigious: :P
Perhaps it's something in the snow. :GA:
We don't have any. :GA:
Then it's Lit. :GA:
Lit is not around either. He should come back, talking Latin.
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Do what's expected of you as a spazz. Go berserk. :P
You've been spending too much time with Lit. :litigious: :P
Perhaps it's something in the snow. :GA:
We don't have any. :GA:
Then it's Lit. :GA:
Lit is not around either. He should come back, talking Latin.
The exposure has already happened. :GA:
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Did he go berserk already? :-\
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Did he go berserk already? :-\
Nah, he is being a gentle soul on ASDC.
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Only one thing for it, Al.
A few lengths of endcapped copper pipe, stuffed full of NC or black powder, an electronic igniter and mercury switch, situated under the driver's seat area and/or fuel tank of that lying arseweasel's car.
a bag of rusty nails, bolts, and broken glass optional but most likely quite effective.
As soon as the car starts and moves off, the mercury switch will trip, setting off the electric match (a cap bank and length of fine nichrome wire will do the trick, coating it in a paste made of match heads will help ensure ignition.)
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Did he go berserk already? :-\
Nah, he is being a gentle soul on ASDC.
So he's saving his grumpiness to I2? :zoinks:
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Did he go berserk already? :-\
Nah, he is being a gentle soul on ASDC.
So he's saving his grumpiness to I2? :zoinks:
Nah, just saving his ass for us. :santa:
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Did he go berserk already? :-\
Nah, he is being a gentle soul on ASDC.
So he's saving his grumpiness to I2? :zoinks:
Nah, just saving his ass for us. :santa:
That's very nice of him.
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I don't shop often, but when I do I kind of enter my own little zone of stimming. I have found I can tolerate it better when I walk to the store as opposed to arriving in a car. When I walk I tend to wear headphones or fully embed myself in my own thoughts so that walking into the store is less of a transition and I just continue the walk right on back out and back home. When driving I always end up getting car sick....
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Am in a zone in stores too. Someone often ruins it.
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Am in a zone in stores too. Someone often ruins it.
Do they start touching you? :stick:
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Talking. It would seem I'm approachable.
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I hate it when they approach and ask if I need any help. I was in a bookshop the other day and basically browsing their offerings when someone did that. Do they honestly think that people only visit when looking for something in particular?
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It's more excusable when it's store personnel doing their job.
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:GA:
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I hate it when they approach and ask if I need any help. I was in a bookshop the other day and basically browsing their offerings when someone did that. Do they honestly think that people only visit when looking for something in particular?
Look straight at them, and tell that you found what you are looking for, meeting them :eyelash: :eyelash: :eyelash:
That should make them back off.
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It's more excusable when it's store personnel doing their job.
I find it amazing, what random people now and then decide to tell me. Weirdest stuff. As if I am a walking confession box. I think it is because I suck at chit-chat. My reaction is always wrong, when it comes to keeping it light and normal. It triggers people to tell lots of very personal details.
When not wanting to speak to anyone, I limit my shopping to the bakery only. He does not mind me coming in and saying: "No, don't want to talk". He can do the same to me.
:asthing:
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I hate it when they approach and ask if I need any help. I was in a bookshop the other day and basically browsing their offerings when someone did that. Do they honestly think that people only visit when looking for something in particular?
Look straight at them, and tell that you found what you are looking for, meeting them :eyelash: :eyelash: :eyelash:
That should make them back off.
They seem to ask me just as I'm walking out of the shop. I answer with "yes, help me exit" under my breath.
And there's never a shop assistant available when you actually need one. Especially in electronic stores.
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I hate it when they approach and ask if I need any help. I was in a bookshop the other day and basically browsing their offerings when someone did that. Do they honestly think that people only visit when looking for something in particular?
Look straight at them, and tell that you found what you are looking for, meeting them :eyelash: :eyelash: :eyelash:
That should make them back off.
You haven't seen the clerk in question.
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I hate it when they approach and ask if I need any help. I was in a bookshop the other day and basically browsing their offerings when someone did that. Do they honestly think that people only visit when looking for something in particular?
Look straight at them, and tell that you found what you are looking for, meeting them :eyelash: :eyelash: :eyelash:
That should make them back off.
They seem to ask me just as I'm walking out of the shop. I answer with "yes, help me exit" under my breath.
:rofl:
And there's never a shop assistant available when you actually need one. Especially in electronic stores.
This is a double-edged sword. It is true that it is impossible to find them when you need them, but OTOH, they don't actually know anything.
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It's more excusable when it's store personnel doing their job.
I find it amazing, what random people now and then decide to tell me. Weirdest stuff. As if I am a walking confession box. I think it is because I suck at chit-chat. My reaction is always wrong, when it comes to keeping it light and normal. It triggers people to tell lots of very personal details.
When not wanting to speak to anyone, I limit my shopping to the bakery only. He does not mind me coming in and saying: "No, don't want to talk". He can do the same to me.
:asthing:
^Awesome
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I hate it when they approach and ask if I need any help. I was in a bookshop the other day and basically browsing their offerings when someone did that. Do they honestly think that people only visit when looking for something in particular?
Look straight at them, and tell that you found what you are looking for, meeting them :eyelash: :eyelash: :eyelash:
That should make them back off.
You haven't seen the clerk in question.
Is he fancying you? In that case, :eyelash: :eyelash: :eyelash: would be a dangerous thing to do indeed.
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I hate it when they approach and ask if I need any help. I was in a bookshop the other day and basically browsing their offerings when someone did that. Do they honestly think that people only visit when looking for something in particular?
Look straight at them, and tell that you found what you are looking for, meeting them :eyelash: :eyelash: :eyelash:
That should make them back off.
You haven't seen the clerk in question.
Is he fancying you? In that case, :eyelash: :eyelash: :eyelash: would be a dangerous thing to do indeed.
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It's more excusable when it's store personnel doing their job.
I find it amazing, what random people now and then decide to tell me. Weirdest stuff. As if I am a walking confession box. I think it is because I suck at chit-chat. My reaction is always wrong, when it comes to keeping it light and normal. It triggers people to tell lots of very personal details.
When not wanting to speak to anyone, I limit my shopping to the bakery only. He does not mind me coming in and saying: "No, don't want to talk". He can do the same to me.
:asthing:
I'm glad to hear that happens to someone else as well. I feel like I should offer candy for confession or something.
"Here put this tic tac under your tongue, hum a led zeppelin tune and all will be forgiven."
I will go home and have nightmares now. :zombiefuck:
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It's more excusable when it's store personnel doing their job.
I find it amazing, what random people now and then decide to tell me. Weirdest stuff. As if I am a walking confession box. I think it is because I suck at chit-chat. My reaction is always wrong, when it comes to keeping it light and normal. It triggers people to tell lots of very personal details.
When not wanting to speak to anyone, I limit my shopping to the bakery only. He does not mind me coming in and saying: "No, don't want to talk". He can do the same to me.
:asthing:
I'm glad to hear that happens to someone else as well. I feel like I should offer candy for confession or something.
"Here put this tic tac under your tongue, hum a led zeppelin tune and all will be forgiven."
I will go home and have nightmares now. :zombiefuck:
:lol1:
That's about it, indeed.
Not always, sometimes it is just sad, like someone in a totally freaked out situation asking me to walk a bit with her towards where she lived, because she did not dare to walk through one street alone. And before that telling all kinds of conspiracy theories towards her that just could not be true.
I did walk that street with her. Of course.
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I hate it when they approach and ask if I need any help. I was in a bookshop the other day and basically browsing their offerings when someone did that. Do they honestly think that people only visit when looking for something in particular?
I was once greeted in a bookstore by an almost aggressively cheerful salesperson.
I just wasn't up for that much attention. I turned around and exited the store like a spaz. :autism:
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^I would have done the same!
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^I would have done the same!
Yeah, sometimes I'm fine with that kind of friendliness, but that day I just wanted to browse invisibly. :apondering:
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Ohh, sales assistants have another trick now! When you say "I'm fine thanks" they pretend they didn't hear you! :GA:
I can't remember which shop it happened in today. Oh yes it was a dress shop, sells resort wear kinda.
Then it happened a little while ago at a junk jewellery shop:
Her: "Are you happy browsing today?"
Me: "Yes, I'm fine thanks"
(pretends not to hear)
Her: "Are. You. Happy, Browsing. Today???"
Me: "Bitch I'm outta here"
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Ohh, sales assistants have another trick now! When you say "I'm fine thanks" they pretend they didn't hear you! :GA:
I can't remember which shop it happened in today. Oh yes it was a dress shop, sells resort wear kinda.
Then it happened a little while ago at a junk jewellery shop:
Her: "Are you happy browsing today?"
Me: "Yes, I'm fine thanks"
(pretends not to hear)
Her: "Are. You. Happy, Browsing. Today???"
Me: "Bitch I'm outta here"
You need carrying cards of the nearest hearing shop, to hand out when people pretend not to hear you. And give it to them with the biggest smile possible, saying, "I think this may be of great assistance to you, if you want to keep your job".
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The worst kind is those that tell you their life's story when you've committed to buying and just want to pay for the damned thing. Had one like that at a bookstore yesterday, Fucking hell, she managed to tell her that she had indeed read the author's last book but not this one just yet, but she was looking forward to it and by the way, she met the author at someplace or the other, and she likes that kind of book and yeah, this one seems so *suggestive* and oh, did she mention that she had met the author? And that last book by the author had that *hilarious* chapter that recounted that you know...
KILLKILLKILLKILLKILL
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Got a call today from some random stranger babbling about how I supposedly was entered in a raffle
to win jewelry or something. Very vague, wanted me to stay on the line while he confirmed my
entry information. I yelled, "Do you know who I am? Do you even know who you're calling?" :mad:
It was probably some sort of scheme to get credit card information. I was loudly rude, then hung up!
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Got a call today from some random stranger babbling about how I supposedly was entered in a raffle
to win jewelry or something. Very vague, wanted me to stay on the line while he confirmed my
entry information. I yelled, "Do you know who I am? Do you even know who you're calling?" :mad:
It was probably some sort of scheme to get credit card information. I was loudly rude, then hung up!
Proud of you.
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Got a call today from some random stranger babbling about how I supposedly was entered in a raffle
to win jewelry or something. Very vague, wanted me to stay on the line while he confirmed my
entry information. I yelled, "Do you know who I am? Do you even know who you're calling?" :mad:
It was probably some sort of scheme to get credit card information. I was loudly rude, then hung up!
Proud of you.
Thank you. :2thumbsup: I just don't have the patience lately for things that waste my time!
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S'blood, we at the lestat rett residence have a phone spammer plague.
My old man just tells them to get lost. I on the other hand am not so tolerant.
Funny things are to lead them on, and hold the phone, while one walks off and forgets about it, leaving the spamwhoring cocksniffler stuck on the other end of the line, having to pay for a useless call. Otherwise just cutting loose with a torrent of abuse. The worst, unkindest thing ever done though was to feign partial hearing, ask them to speak up, meaning put face to phone. Then fired several pistol rounds into a handy block of scrap wood, keeping the pistol close to the mouthpiece of the phone. Presumably deafened the sod pretty good. He wan't on the line afterwards.
Admittedly that was a bastardly thing to do, but I was grumpy, sleep deprived and besides I really, really REALLY haven't the slightest drop of sympathy or kindness for spammers.
Dropping into foreign language is funny too sometimes.
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Am I happy I never had to call you, Lestat. :P
Funny, most abusive language happened with calls coming in. Calls going out was less problematic. Gangs of trolls would also call in, on the free numbers.
Glad someone put on my file that due to autism I should never work at a call center again.