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Grrr...I hate work!! Today sucked...no wait, the last two hours of my shift sucked.
Got a call from a frantic customer that wanted to speak to a manager...ok, no problem. Paged a manager...but no one picked up. So I paged a second time...and meanwhile, as I am making the page, who do I see over at the Copy Center?...John and Steve, both chatting away with Midge. Neither acknowledged the call. So when it rang back to me a third time, I thought, "Fine, you didn't hear me the first two times...you'll pay attention this fucking time." My third page: "Would John...or Steve...or some member of management please pick up the call on line 1!" I made sure to annunciate every word for effect.
Then when I had five people in line...with no register assistance in sight, these two white trash bitches come up and throw their used ink cartridges on the counter and then just stare at me. I absolutely hate it when they do that...because what the fuck am I supposed to do with it...Uhh...do want me to throw those away?...need a replacement cartridge?...are you recycling those?...WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT! It would be easier if you just opened that snaggle-toothed mouth of yours and just fucking told me!!! I approached these two morons in this way: I shrugged my shoulders and asked, "OK...what do you want me to do??" And of course they wanted the free ream of paper. Here's the best part...they had Canon cartridges...oh goody, now I get to tell them that I can't take those...here it comes: "What do you mean you don't take those??" "Ma'am (and I use that term loosely) we cannot recycle Canon cartridges." "Well *insert some redneck name here* came in here the other day and they got the paper." Then she actually wanted me to call this person for verification...wtf? I shook my head, grabbed an ad and a posted sign and showed her the fine print of both. "See here: 'Offer excludes Canon, Brother, and Epson ink tanks." Then I smiled sweetly through gritted teeth.
I was supposed to get off at 4...yeah, 4 o'clock came...no one's there to take over my register. Rachel was god only knows where and Brian, the SSM, was still at lunch...and then Mommie Dearest was calling my cell to tell me she was there. I finally got Chris to come back there. I wasn't even halfway through the store to go clock out when I already had my uniform shirt off...I was getting the fuck out of there. OFFICE DEPOT BLOWS
Got a call from a frantic customer that wanted to speak to a manager...ok, no problem. Paged a manager...but no one picked up. So I paged a second time...and meanwhile, as I am making the page, who do I see over at the Copy Center?...John and Steve, both chatting away with Midge. Neither acknowledged the call. So when it rang back to me a third time, I thought, "Fine, you didn't hear me the first two times...you'll pay attention this fucking time." My third page: "Would John...or Steve...or some member of management please pick up the call on line 1!" I made sure to annunciate every word for effect.
Then when I had five people in line...with no register assistance in sight, these two white trash bitches come up and throw their used ink cartridges on the counter and then just stare at me. I absolutely hate it when they do that...because what the fuck am I supposed to do with it...Uhh...do want me to throw those away?...need a replacement cartridge?...are you recycling those?...WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT! It would be easier if you just opened that snaggle-toothed mouth of yours and just fucking told me!!! I approached these two morons in this way: I shrugged my shoulders and asked, "OK...what do you want me to do??" And of course they wanted the free ream of paper. Here's the best part...they had Canon cartridges...oh goody, now I get to tell them that I can't take those...here it comes: "What do you mean you don't take those??" "Ma'am (and I use that term loosely) we cannot recycle Canon cartridges." "Well *insert some redneck name here* came in here the other day and they got the paper." Then she actually wanted me to call this person for verification...wtf? I shook my head, grabbed an ad and a posted sign and showed her the fine print of both. "See here: 'Offer excludes Canon, Brother, and Epson ink tanks." Then I smiled sweetly through gritted teeth.
I was supposed to get off at 4...yeah, 4 o'clock came...no one's there to take over my register. Rachel was god only knows where and Brian, the SSM, was still at lunch...and then Mommie Dearest was calling my cell to tell me she was there. I finally got Chris to come back there. I wasn't even halfway through the store to go clock out when I already had my uniform shirt off...I was getting the fuck out of there. OFFICE DEPOT BLOWS