Yep. Just one of those days.
First things first, I'd like to welcome aeris_dies, andromedacblack, grotle, hwo00 and madkool to my flist. *waves* ^_^
Now, it's time for a good old rant/bitch-fest. Oh joy. *breaks out the angry Billie Church icon*
I think that, from the moment I arrived late to work this morning, I had a feeling that it was going to be "one of those days".
It was.
Loud, annoying customers. Screaming children. A kid being sick in one of the main aisles. Waiting for ages for someone to come and clean the puddles of vomit up because the janitors aren't allowed to do it. My clip-on keyring, to which I attach my keys, box-openers and other things, deciding to break. My fruitless search around town for a replacement, which took up half an hour of my lunch break. My team leader being... well, her usual annoying, contradictory self. And a somewhat... unnerving customer encounter, as well. Oh no, it was not a fun day - and I completely forgot my stress relief pills. Greeeeaaaat.
On the subject of the customer: I was doing my work, minding my own business, when this guy came up to me, asking where the knives were. Now, normally I wouldn't feel uneasy about this, but the fact that this guy had a voice which just screamed "Hi, I'm a psycho!", looked as though he could probably crush someone with his bare hands, and didn't so much ask for the knives - he decided he'd rather say something along the lines of "KNIVES??" instead, whilst leaning a bit too close for comfort - kind of made me nervous.
Add that to the fact that, a few minutes later, I spotted some cheap kitchen knife packaging lying around - minus the knife, which had obviously been stolen by someone. I have no idea who it was, and for all I know the packaging could have been lying around for hours, but it still freaked me out - the idea that someone would steal a knife from a shop - or, um, anywhere - pretty much pushes my "O_O;;" button. I know, I know, they might not want it for unsavoury purposes, but it just kind of freaks me out.
I've always said that I think the knives, scissors and whathaveyou ought to be put inside more secure packaging, anyway, instead of these easily-vandalised cardboard-and-plastic things with a small security tag attached to it.
Oh, and as for my annoying team leader: STOP IT. Just stop it. You tell me to do one thing, and I know not to trust you, because I know that you're going to come up to me later and tell me that I was supposed to do something else instead. You seem to do this for a pastime. Seriously, CUT IT THE FUCK OUT. You should be thankful I did the work you asked me to do in the first place and stop whining and bitching at me for your mistakes. I have seriously lost my patience with you.
ARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH. *whams head against desk*
Ahem. I'm pretty calm now though, how are you? :P
Now, it's time for a good old rant/bitch-fest. Oh joy. *breaks out the angry Billie Church icon*
I think that, from the moment I arrived late to work this morning, I had a feeling that it was going to be "one of those days".
It was.
Loud, annoying customers. Screaming children. A kid being sick in one of the main aisles. Waiting for ages for someone to come and clean the puddles of vomit up because the janitors aren't allowed to do it. My clip-on keyring, to which I attach my keys, box-openers and other things, deciding to break. My fruitless search around town for a replacement, which took up half an hour of my lunch break. My team leader being... well, her usual annoying, contradictory self. And a somewhat... unnerving customer encounter, as well. Oh no, it was not a fun day - and I completely forgot my stress relief pills. Greeeeaaaat.
On the subject of the customer: I was doing my work, minding my own business, when this guy came up to me, asking where the knives were. Now, normally I wouldn't feel uneasy about this, but the fact that this guy had a voice which just screamed "Hi, I'm a psycho!", looked as though he could probably crush someone with his bare hands, and didn't so much ask for the knives - he decided he'd rather say something along the lines of "KNIVES??" instead, whilst leaning a bit too close for comfort - kind of made me nervous.
Add that to the fact that, a few minutes later, I spotted some cheap kitchen knife packaging lying around - minus the knife, which had obviously been stolen by someone. I have no idea who it was, and for all I know the packaging could have been lying around for hours, but it still freaked me out - the idea that someone would steal a knife from a shop - or, um, anywhere - pretty much pushes my "O_O;;" button. I know, I know, they might not want it for unsavoury purposes, but it just kind of freaks me out.
I've always said that I think the knives, scissors and whathaveyou ought to be put inside more secure packaging, anyway, instead of these easily-vandalised cardboard-and-plastic things with a small security tag attached to it.
Oh, and as for my annoying team leader: STOP IT. Just stop it. You tell me to do one thing, and I know not to trust you, because I know that you're going to come up to me later and tell me that I was supposed to do something else instead. You seem to do this for a pastime. Seriously, CUT IT THE FUCK OUT. You should be thankful I did the work you asked me to do in the first place and stop whining and bitching at me for your mistakes. I have seriously lost my patience with you.
ARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH. *whams head against desk*
Ahem. I'm pretty calm now though, how are you? :P