Bitch Fit
Okay... I like my job. It's the longest job I've had, so obviously, I like it. But the people I have to deal with sometimes are so damn annoying! Have I mentioned before that the Tyler Mall has a huge stick up it's ass? Well, I have now. These fucking people are going to drive me up the wall, I swear!
This was supposed to be my day off. In fact, I'm only supposed to work here on Fridays, just once a week. But Morgan got strep throat. So I'm here for 8 hours, not counting the commute, on my day off, dealing with assholes and bitches who live three miles from the ghetto, yo. I'm thinking, okay, you have NO right to be this bitchy, it's not like this mall is located in Newport Beach. Not only that, but this is my DAY OFF!! If you think I'm doing a crappy job at my job, you can take a flying leap!
All right... I'm working on this story with Rene. I just finished chapter seven and Rene calls. I always read the new chapters to Rene. And she only had 15 minutes before her next client as she was at work too. So I'm reading the new chapter even though there are people in the store. What do I care if they're listening? Maybe they like suspense stories. And if they don't, I don't care, I just wanted to read the chapter to her to make sure there wasn't something I should add.
This woman is standing by my desk just outside my peripheral vision, so I can't see her. I'm looking at the computer screen! It's only because someone ELSE moves next to her that I happen to glance over and see her staring at me. I think to myself, are you mental? Say 'excuse me' if you need some help, for heaven's sake! But instead I say "Do you need some help?" And she says "YES" like I should have had ESP and KNOWN she needed help. But I say very politely "Sorry, I couldn't see you in my peripheral vision. What is it?" And she gets this bitchitude and this bitchy look on her face and says "Forget it" and walks out. And I'm like "whatever" but I really wanted to just scream after her "You fucking bitch! Don't fucking come back to my store, I don't want to deal with your attitude!"
So I go back to reading the chapter to Rene, because she's still on the line. A few seconds later, some other woman comes up to the desk and says "Excuse me, I'm sorry" and since she had the SENSE to get my attention I turn to her and say "no, it's no problem." She asks me "do you own this store?" and I tell her no, so she asks me for the number of the person who does. I had her a business card and tell her it's easier to reach him through email because the number listed is the one for the store. And she leaves. I bet the fucking bitch is going to email my boss and tell him I was on the phone at work. And you know what? I don't fucking care. Dave can't afford to fire me, he doesn't have enough people working for him as it is, I'm too valuable an employee, and if I want to work on my story and talk to my friend on my DAY OFF, I can damn well do so. He is well aware that Michelle does nothing but talk on the phone all damn day, his own niece plays spider solitaire all day, so you know what? That woman can go fuck herself for all I care. When she comes back and expects me to be all apologetic or maybe fired, I'm going to laugh in her fucking face and tell her to get the fuck out of my store. Don't you feel all high and mighty now, bitch?
...okay. I'm done. But I really needed to get that off my chest.
Licie
This was supposed to be my day off. In fact, I'm only supposed to work here on Fridays, just once a week. But Morgan got strep throat. So I'm here for 8 hours, not counting the commute, on my day off, dealing with assholes and bitches who live three miles from the ghetto, yo. I'm thinking, okay, you have NO right to be this bitchy, it's not like this mall is located in Newport Beach. Not only that, but this is my DAY OFF!! If you think I'm doing a crappy job at my job, you can take a flying leap!
All right... I'm working on this story with Rene. I just finished chapter seven and Rene calls. I always read the new chapters to Rene. And she only had 15 minutes before her next client as she was at work too. So I'm reading the new chapter even though there are people in the store. What do I care if they're listening? Maybe they like suspense stories. And if they don't, I don't care, I just wanted to read the chapter to her to make sure there wasn't something I should add.
This woman is standing by my desk just outside my peripheral vision, so I can't see her. I'm looking at the computer screen! It's only because someone ELSE moves next to her that I happen to glance over and see her staring at me. I think to myself, are you mental? Say 'excuse me' if you need some help, for heaven's sake! But instead I say "Do you need some help?" And she says "YES" like I should have had ESP and KNOWN she needed help. But I say very politely "Sorry, I couldn't see you in my peripheral vision. What is it?" And she gets this bitchitude and this bitchy look on her face and says "Forget it" and walks out. And I'm like "whatever" but I really wanted to just scream after her "You fucking bitch! Don't fucking come back to my store, I don't want to deal with your attitude!"
So I go back to reading the chapter to Rene, because she's still on the line. A few seconds later, some other woman comes up to the desk and says "Excuse me, I'm sorry" and since she had the SENSE to get my attention I turn to her and say "no, it's no problem." She asks me "do you own this store?" and I tell her no, so she asks me for the number of the person who does. I had her a business card and tell her it's easier to reach him through email because the number listed is the one for the store. And she leaves. I bet the fucking bitch is going to email my boss and tell him I was on the phone at work. And you know what? I don't fucking care. Dave can't afford to fire me, he doesn't have enough people working for him as it is, I'm too valuable an employee, and if I want to work on my story and talk to my friend on my DAY OFF, I can damn well do so. He is well aware that Michelle does nothing but talk on the phone all damn day, his own niece plays spider solitaire all day, so you know what? That woman can go fuck herself for all I care. When she comes back and expects me to be all apologetic or maybe fired, I'm going to laugh in her fucking face and tell her to get the fuck out of my store. Don't you feel all high and mighty now, bitch?
...okay. I'm done. But I really needed to get that off my chest.
Licie