Jul 09, 2009 17:07
-- I love the inherent irony of any customers who preface and/or repeatedly punctuate their comments with "I'm not trying to be difficult..."
-- Also, "personal space": look it up. See that this counter you're at is about two feet above my desk? There's a reason for that. If you need a pen, ask me - do not lunge those two feet over the counter and grab the pen next to my hand. Do not try to lean over to see my computer screen even after I've turned it away from you and asked you to stay behind the counter. Do you see me lunging over to grab something from your pocket or read your cell phone? No. (Seriously, I've had it up to here. This is the second guy in two days I've had, with no preamble, just thrust their big hairy arms onto my desk to reach for a pen. And the computer-spying is an almost daily occurrence. GRAR. This close to putting up a fence of sharpened pencils ala my boy Halpert.)
Bright side: tomorrow's Friday, and little sis has picked up our HBP tix. Woot! Even if she seems to be way more excited than me.
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