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I figure I should start using this journal again, since I actually have things to talk about in a way. It'll probably be mostly rants filled with from work and discussion the idiotic customers that I have to deal with at work and how much I want to correct the and bash their faces in. D:
The latest one, being yesterday when an old lady came into our store (I work at Walgreens, if I didn't relay this information before or anything) and uses our kiosk machines for pictures. Now me, being the photo lab tech, guides her through everything and all the basics, but she just kinda shuns me off talking about how she's the greatest thing since sliced bread. So, good for her! Old woman empowering herself not behind a steering wheel and taking down middle-school pedestrians.
So, I go about doing the other mind-numbingly dull tasks that I have to do before the night ends, and she sends her pictures through; hooray! Only then, they come out butchered and horribly cropped and by then she had wandered off somewhere. Coming back later, I give her the pictures and she throws a shitstorm about how horrible they're cropped. I go to point out that they're just how she cropped them, so she flipped out and demanded to talk to a manager. He came, reprinted and they were still utter shite. Then she goes on about how old people are treated wrongly and I ignore her.
That was my day. :D
The latest one, being yesterday when an old lady came into our store (I work at Walgreens, if I didn't relay this information before or anything) and uses our kiosk machines for pictures. Now me, being the photo lab tech, guides her through everything and all the basics, but she just kinda shuns me off talking about how she's the greatest thing since sliced bread. So, good for her! Old woman empowering herself not behind a steering wheel and taking down middle-school pedestrians.
So, I go about doing the other mind-numbingly dull tasks that I have to do before the night ends, and she sends her pictures through; hooray! Only then, they come out butchered and horribly cropped and by then she had wandered off somewhere. Coming back later, I give her the pictures and she throws a shitstorm about how horrible they're cropped. I go to point out that they're just how she cropped them, so she flipped out and demanded to talk to a manager. He came, reprinted and they were still utter shite. Then she goes on about how old people are treated wrongly and I ignore her.
That was my day. :D