I hated her SO MUCH! FLAMES!. . . on the SIDE OF MY FACE!

Feb 25, 2011 01:14

A customer wanted to return something today, and Fellow Cashier D told her the cashier with the red hair (me) could do her return. The customer proceeded to look around and ask who the Return Person was. I was two registers down, saying "I can do your return here, ma'am" and waving my hand in the fucking air like a crazy person, and as she eventually moved over she was saying stuff like "She doesn't have red hair! You said she has red hair when she doesn't. There isn't someone with red hair here."

. . .Bitch. You calling me a non-redhead aside (and it's brownish-red, more brown that red, OK? I know that), WTF were you trying to prove there? Move the six damn feet to you right to the person who's fucking calling you so that she can refund your damn $7.00 and you can vacate the premesis before my freckles fly off my face and hit you.

Ugh, I started out today in such a good mood. Brought leftovers to work for lunch! Drank water instead of soda! Actually took the trash out on my way out the door like a responsible person! Listened to peppy '80s/'90s pop songs on the subway!

I don't even know what happened, but around the time I heard that Manager Mike finally told Cat Lady she couldn't come back to the store and she made a scene and I missed it, I knew it was official. THIS DAY SUCKS.

Cat Lady, BTW, is the customer who used to drag her cat around the store on a leash, and she is really absolutely psychotic, and

fail, crazy people, evil customers, retail

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