Remember the good ol' days when you could cut down other people for impropriety?
Yeah, I'd probably be so minced meat by now, but still.
My key behavioral observation about the college atmosphere is that it tends to comprise 1) people who genuinely want to learn, and/or 2) people who want to put off growing the fuck off. Admittedly, such people are frequently one and the same (Yours Truly notwithstanding, somewhat), but Good G-d where the demographics grossly skewed in the latter direction today at work.
I spent a lot of today checking in rented textbooks, and seeing what money could go to people trying to sell purchased books back. Mind, the first irritant was minor, just a personal peeve. There's this kid that's one of my English professor's sons (gee, wonder how he got in?), and I remember at the beginning of the semester getting the impression that he's a bit of a coddled idiot. He pissed me off today though because he came in with his books and his receipt from the aforementioned beginning of semester, and just slid them across the table at me while talking on his cell phone to someone he was going to go golfing with. (I'll own to the fact that the golf talk--complete with mimicked swings--didn't help him in the least; I'm of this very stubborn prejudice that golf is an elitist sport, and most of its enthusiasts are sheep-fuckers and/or tools.)
I just think it's rude when you're in a transaction situation that requires communication, and you're on the goddamn phone. Like, I need to know if you're returning books or trying to sell them back. I need to know shit like your name, your ID number--shit I need you to speak to me, preferably not in the same breath as you making golf plans. And whether the "I wish we could get money back on rentals" comment was sincere or ironic, either way it's uncalled for after the previous phone impropriety. Either way, it's probably the fuck's dad's money anyway.
But like I said, that's just a personal peeve. I'm sure that out of my job scene the kid's probably nice, though probably still a tool, but whatever. But dear G-d if the other big irritant of the day didn't have me wanting to literally kick his ass out of the damn store:
I come out of the storage room and see this dude--basketball dude, so big tall dude--sitting on the terminal table while my assistant manager's looking over his books. He didn't have his ID, which we need for buying back books as a provision against, say, someone trying to profit off of stolen textbooks (an issue in the past, so it's legitimate, not paranoia). This guy was basically flipping shit because he didn't want to walk back to his car, but he was too stubborn or too stupid to walk to the computer terminals not situated twenty feet from our store's door to pull up and print off his schedule (coupled with a driver's license, we accept it as a substitute for the actual student ID). He kept arguing with my manager, pulling up his shirt to show his clothes with the school's name on it and asking my assistant manager "Isn't that good enough?," sitting on the goddamn terminal (he got off when I gave him the dead eyes and asked if he could somehow not do that--really I wanted to kick him hard till his tailbone broke) and delaying help to other students coming in who weren't being whiny little bitches.
Really, if you're going to make a scene like that, at least have the balls to, say, threaten to rob the store like an old acquaintance of mine did a couple of years ago. Then at least we cane more legitimately have your ass escorted out by Security and banned, as you deserve. And at least that would show you had some balls, if no brains.
Bear in mind, these kids are supposed to be pseudoadults. Bear witness to the chrysalis of the full-grown citizen jackass >
My key behavioral observation about the college atmosphere is that it tends to comprise 1) people who genuinely want to learn, and/or 2) people who want to put off growing the fuck off. Admittedly, such people are frequently one and the same (Yours Truly notwithstanding, somewhat), but Good G-d where the demographics grossly skewed in the latter direction today at work.
I spent a lot of today checking in rented textbooks, and seeing what money could go to people trying to sell purchased books back. Mind, the first irritant was minor, just a personal peeve. There's this kid that's one of my English professor's sons (gee, wonder how he got in?), and I remember at the beginning of the semester getting the impression that he's a bit of a coddled idiot. He pissed me off today though because he came in with his books and his receipt from the aforementioned beginning of semester, and just slid them across the table at me while talking on his cell phone to someone he was going to go golfing with. (I'll own to the fact that the golf talk--complete with mimicked swings--didn't help him in the least; I'm of this very stubborn prejudice that golf is an elitist sport, and most of its enthusiasts are sheep-fuckers and/or tools.)
I just think it's rude when you're in a transaction situation that requires communication, and you're on the goddamn phone. Like, I need to know if you're returning books or trying to sell them back. I need to know shit like your name, your ID number--shit I need you to speak to me, preferably not in the same breath as you making golf plans. And whether the "I wish we could get money back on rentals" comment was sincere or ironic, either way it's uncalled for after the previous phone impropriety. Either way, it's probably the fuck's dad's money anyway.
But like I said, that's just a personal peeve. I'm sure that out of my job scene the kid's probably nice, though probably still a tool, but whatever. But dear G-d if the other big irritant of the day didn't have me wanting to literally kick his ass out of the damn store:
I come out of the storage room and see this dude--basketball dude, so big tall dude--sitting on the terminal table while my assistant manager's looking over his books. He didn't have his ID, which we need for buying back books as a provision against, say, someone trying to profit off of stolen textbooks (an issue in the past, so it's legitimate, not paranoia). This guy was basically flipping shit because he didn't want to walk back to his car, but he was too stubborn or too stupid to walk to the computer terminals not situated twenty feet from our store's door to pull up and print off his schedule (coupled with a driver's license, we accept it as a substitute for the actual student ID). He kept arguing with my manager, pulling up his shirt to show his clothes with the school's name on it and asking my assistant manager "Isn't that good enough?," sitting on the goddamn terminal (he got off when I gave him the dead eyes and asked if he could somehow not do that--really I wanted to kick him hard till his tailbone broke) and delaying help to other students coming in who weren't being whiny little bitches.
Really, if you're going to make a scene like that, at least have the balls to, say, threaten to rob the store like an old acquaintance of mine did a couple of years ago. Then at least we cane more legitimately have your ass escorted out by Security and banned, as you deserve. And at least that would show you had some balls, if no brains.
Bear in mind, these kids are supposed to be pseudoadults. Bear witness to the chrysalis of the full-grown citizen jackass >