Stupid is as Stupid does
How true it is, how true it is. There is no doubt that I have to get out of this job soon. Come on family, lets get the show on the road. I'd like to say that I hate my job, but the fact is, it's not the job I hate, but the customers that come with the job. Oh, I forgot, the job IS about customers. I like my co-workers, I like being able to sleep in. I like the fact that it is close to home. I can't stand stupid. I think there's a big difference between stupid, and ignorant. Ignorant will ask how to do something, then try. Stupid will tell you they know how, then proceed to f*** it all up.
I've had the same woman ask me, three weeks in a row, where they moved the lotto counter. What, she forgot, or my answer isn't clear enough for her? It's hard to tell. A guy came in, went right to the greeter, and asked where the bottle return is. She told him, and he turned, and came over to me, and asked the same question, to which I gave the same answer, in the exact same words that the greeter used. Why did he ask two people the same question withing one minute? My guess is that he thought we may have moved it in that time. Sometimes I just want to slap some schmuck in the nose and tell them, "You're stupid, go home."
For the nine thousandth time, I had to tell the same Forrest Gump that YOU CAN'T FREAKIN SCAN FRUIT!!!!!!!!! Over a year now, I have been telling this guy, and over a year now, he insists that he does it. Bwahh haa haa!! MORON!! He deserves a poison arrow frog in the eye! I even asked him where the bar code is. I wish I could throw him on the floor and stomp on his giblets. EHGH! Not liking that old guy at all.
Old people smell bad. Did you ever notice this? I have, because they can't hear, and assume that I can't hear them either. I want to run to the other side of the store, and scream, "I can hear you now!" Back off Buffalo, quit chewing on the kitty litter, and then trying to move in close. NO no no! Is there a polite way of telling these people to suck on a Breathsaver? I've tried everything short of vomiting on their shoes. Not liking old people either. While we're on the subject, they make nice smelling bath and shower gels now. Using them would be a nice public service.
Did you ever have a rude, nasty-smelling old geezer, that you just can't get rid of? Did you ever want to just tie them up with barbed wire, and sit them on the roof of an old car, then set it on fire? Oh, is it just me? I'd like to rig the pony ride to buck. I'd like to fix the conveyor belts to run backward. I'd like to stand at the door and punch people in the face as they walk in the store. I'd like to trip old people as they walk past me, then blame the greeter.
We have a mandatory meeting with the store director and his boss on Thursday. Supposedly, it's about customer service. Here's a service that no one thought of. If someone disagrees with a price, and he's absolutely wrong about it, throw all of his purchases toward the back of the store, and tell him you hate him. Or, better yet, just punch him in the nose with a dozen eggs. I like that one. Now, it is time for. . .Night
I've had the same woman ask me, three weeks in a row, where they moved the lotto counter. What, she forgot, or my answer isn't clear enough for her? It's hard to tell. A guy came in, went right to the greeter, and asked where the bottle return is. She told him, and he turned, and came over to me, and asked the same question, to which I gave the same answer, in the exact same words that the greeter used. Why did he ask two people the same question withing one minute? My guess is that he thought we may have moved it in that time. Sometimes I just want to slap some schmuck in the nose and tell them, "You're stupid, go home."
For the nine thousandth time, I had to tell the same Forrest Gump that YOU CAN'T FREAKIN SCAN FRUIT!!!!!!!!! Over a year now, I have been telling this guy, and over a year now, he insists that he does it. Bwahh haa haa!! MORON!! He deserves a poison arrow frog in the eye! I even asked him where the bar code is. I wish I could throw him on the floor and stomp on his giblets. EHGH! Not liking that old guy at all.
Old people smell bad. Did you ever notice this? I have, because they can't hear, and assume that I can't hear them either. I want to run to the other side of the store, and scream, "I can hear you now!" Back off Buffalo, quit chewing on the kitty litter, and then trying to move in close. NO no no! Is there a polite way of telling these people to suck on a Breathsaver? I've tried everything short of vomiting on their shoes. Not liking old people either. While we're on the subject, they make nice smelling bath and shower gels now. Using them would be a nice public service.
Did you ever have a rude, nasty-smelling old geezer, that you just can't get rid of? Did you ever want to just tie them up with barbed wire, and sit them on the roof of an old car, then set it on fire? Oh, is it just me? I'd like to rig the pony ride to buck. I'd like to fix the conveyor belts to run backward. I'd like to stand at the door and punch people in the face as they walk in the store. I'd like to trip old people as they walk past me, then blame the greeter.
We have a mandatory meeting with the store director and his boss on Thursday. Supposedly, it's about customer service. Here's a service that no one thought of. If someone disagrees with a price, and he's absolutely wrong about it, throw all of his purchases toward the back of the store, and tell him you hate him. Or, better yet, just punch him in the nose with a dozen eggs. I like that one. Now, it is time for. . .Night