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My tablet is back. It's half my old tablet and half my new tablet. Yay for cyborgism! It shall be named...Recap!
In other news, I have more Customers: The Suckening cards done, and I think I'll start on a few cards for Bad_RPers_Suck as well. Go me!
I need RP sites badly. Grarrrr!
I am using the return key too much.
I'd also like to state that I survived another Black Friday. Of course, I work at a supermarket, not a retail place, so the ordeal was less traumatizing. My condolences and hopes go out to all the rest of my fellow wage slaves.
MPHHHFUCKINGRETARDEDGRASHBLARGEN@!1*&^!@#$%!!!!!!
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
*deep breath* I had to get that out. Today, apparently, was not the best day for me to work. I have cramps, I'm feeling hormonal, and we're going through a Thanksgiving rush. Blah.
Recap: Cashier/bagger at a local supermarket
My shift today was a short one, 7-12 (am to pm) and so I dragged myself out of bed at six. Blech. MY shift was okay until, at ten o'clock, I encountered ULTIMATE BITCH WOMAN.
Now, it's a store policy to, in general, bag meat in plastic. (If the people want paper, we then put the plastic inside the paper bag. Simple, eh?) This is because some of the fresh meat can be pretty bloody, even though it is contained in its little Saran wrap thing. Even though it's usually policy, I ask the customers if it is alright to bag it in plastic first. Then along comes ULTIMATE BITCH WOMAN and the rest of my day was ruined.
So, I bag this woman's groceries (she asked for paper; I obliged, of course), including some open veggies and greens and such, then I come to a big, fat, bloody, leaking, side of pork. Well, because it was leaking, I bagged in it plastic without asking (I'd do the same for, say, a bag of sugar that had been ripped but the person still wanted it or something like that). ULTIMATE BITCH WOMAN sees this, and screams "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!?!?!"
I kinda jump back. "Well, the pork is leaking, and I don't want it to get on any of your other food, m'am." At this point I was startled and a little freaked and so I was very polite and non-threatening.
ULTIMATE BITCH WOMAN screams (everyone in the fucking store is looking at her now) "I SAID I WANTED PAPER! YOU ARE GIVING ME PLASTIC!" she howls, in the same tone of voice as if I had presented to her the bloody remains of her eldest child's head instead of a neatly plastic-wrapped pork.
Now, my happy has fled in terror, and by default, my INSANE RAGE has replaced it.
"M'am," I say in my iciest tone, "I am bagging this in plastic because the meat was leaking, and PORK BLOOD would have OOZED onto your lettuce and raspberries if I didn't. Raw meat is a health hazard."
What I really wanted to say was something along the lines of "Fine, bitch, I'll let you eat the blood-soaked strawberries (gives it that extra fucking TANG) and when little worms are writhing through your instestines and crawling through your bloodstream up into your brain (might be fucking hard to locate, though) because you developed fucking trichinosis, don't come fucking crying to me, you pork-slut!" But I didn't. :)
The manager told her to get out of his store, and two of the male checkers (one also a manager) escorted her out. :)
In other news, I have more Customers: The Suckening cards done, and I think I'll start on a few cards for Bad_RPers_Suck as well. Go me!
I need RP sites badly. Grarrrr!
I am using the return key too much.
I'd also like to state that I survived another Black Friday. Of course, I work at a supermarket, not a retail place, so the ordeal was less traumatizing. My condolences and hopes go out to all the rest of my fellow wage slaves.
MPHHHFUCKINGRETARDEDGRASHBLARGEN@!1*&^!@#$%!!!!!!
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
*deep breath* I had to get that out. Today, apparently, was not the best day for me to work. I have cramps, I'm feeling hormonal, and we're going through a Thanksgiving rush. Blah.
Recap: Cashier/bagger at a local supermarket
My shift today was a short one, 7-12 (am to pm) and so I dragged myself out of bed at six. Blech. MY shift was okay until, at ten o'clock, I encountered ULTIMATE BITCH WOMAN.
Now, it's a store policy to, in general, bag meat in plastic. (If the people want paper, we then put the plastic inside the paper bag. Simple, eh?) This is because some of the fresh meat can be pretty bloody, even though it is contained in its little Saran wrap thing. Even though it's usually policy, I ask the customers if it is alright to bag it in plastic first. Then along comes ULTIMATE BITCH WOMAN and the rest of my day was ruined.
So, I bag this woman's groceries (she asked for paper; I obliged, of course), including some open veggies and greens and such, then I come to a big, fat, bloody, leaking, side of pork. Well, because it was leaking, I bagged in it plastic without asking (I'd do the same for, say, a bag of sugar that had been ripped but the person still wanted it or something like that). ULTIMATE BITCH WOMAN sees this, and screams "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!?!?!"
I kinda jump back. "Well, the pork is leaking, and I don't want it to get on any of your other food, m'am." At this point I was startled and a little freaked and so I was very polite and non-threatening.
ULTIMATE BITCH WOMAN screams (everyone in the fucking store is looking at her now) "I SAID I WANTED PAPER! YOU ARE GIVING ME PLASTIC!" she howls, in the same tone of voice as if I had presented to her the bloody remains of her eldest child's head instead of a neatly plastic-wrapped pork.
Now, my happy has fled in terror, and by default, my INSANE RAGE has replaced it.
"M'am," I say in my iciest tone, "I am bagging this in plastic because the meat was leaking, and PORK BLOOD would have OOZED onto your lettuce and raspberries if I didn't. Raw meat is a health hazard."
What I really wanted to say was something along the lines of "Fine, bitch, I'll let you eat the blood-soaked strawberries (gives it that extra fucking TANG) and when little worms are writhing through your instestines and crawling through your bloodstream up into your brain (might be fucking hard to locate, though) because you developed fucking trichinosis, don't come fucking crying to me, you pork-slut!" But I didn't. :)
The manager told her to get out of his store, and two of the male checkers (one also a manager) escorted her out. :)