May 12, 2006 21:47
Jesus H Shit, what is it? Arse-hole day?
So I'm at work right, and this woman comes in. She browses for a while and then comes up to the counter to ask what music I was playing (we get this a lot 'cause I choose all the music for the shop and I have awesome taste). I tell her (Kid 606 - Who Still Kill Sound?). She wants to see the cd case, and I reply by saying that it's an empty case as we only keep copies at the shop.
Then GET THIS ladies and germs, she starts telling me that we shouldn't burn cds because it's stealing money from the artist. Zuh? I totally didn't know this! Thanks so much Miss Nothing, Miss Nobody. *rolls eyes* I fix her with my best possible "what chu say, bitch?" glare and ask her if she thinks that I should buy two copies of every cd then, so that I can have a copy at home and a copy at work and run the risk of them getting nicked if we get broken into. Then I told her to piss off.
Then, one customer later I get the two MOST AWFUL FUCKING WHORISH BITCHES IN THE HISTORY OF ALL THAT HAS EVER WHORED.
They come in and they fucking diss everything and one of them is talking loudly about how she thinks that jumpsuits are going to make a come back but that all the ones that we have are no good (OF FUCKING COURSE jumpsuits are coming back you daft slut, fucking everything comes back and the reason that you don't believe any of these are any good is because when they come back they'll be a bastardised version of the originals - they'll have low waists and be made out of stretchy stretchy fabric) and then they're trying all this stuff on and they want this taken in and that taken in and will I do it for them?
FUCKING NO!
It pisses me off so much that I can't even fucking breathe in the direction of my sewing machine, let alone use it, without some arse-hole asking me to completely remake a perfectly fine item of clothing. I'm not your fucking dressmaker! If someone asks nicely, I'll take up or let down hems for them. Other than that (and the small repairs I make on our stock before it goes out) the answer is no. I'd rather spend my time making my own designs.
Yet they keep asking! Do they think I'm lying or something? Even if I were to alter clothing for people, I would not do it for people like these two bitches. I know what kind of people they are. These are Entitlement Bitches. They feel that the world is there to service their every need and that everyone should do everything they can to make their lives perfect. But here's the kicker! Nothing is ever good enough for them, they are never happy.
So after they ask me to take in the most beautiful deep green soft leather coat with fox fur (the best fur in the world! It's all mutli-tonal brownish red and so soft) I attempt to ignore them. They refuse to be ignored. They keep asking if we have any stock out the back. I tell them no, because while we may have a bit of stuff out the back, I'm certainly not going to leave anyone in the shop for any length of time to go and get it. I fucking hate it when people act like we're hoarding all the best stuff out the back. Do they think we're allergic to money?
It continues in this way for some time with me getting so fucking angry and frustrated that I'm liable to punch the wall and them getting louder and louder, and if I'm not mistaken, enjoying the effect they are having on my well being!
One of them finally picks out this small silver glow weave purse to buy (which she so does not deserve to own) while bitterly complaining that the clasp is loose (which it is not!) and asks for a discount. "No," says I, in my best "what are you, stupid?" voice. She haughtily gives me the money (a $100 bill when the item was $16). My hands shake with anger (and a desperate need to punch something) as I count out the change and drop it into her withered hand (she's one of those super thin types who has not realised the benefits that a little extra weight can have on someone of an advanced age, such as herself).
As they leave one of them calls out, "Thanks so much for all your help, darling!" I gape, speechless. They are so fucking insincere! All they do is spew lies! Fucking bitches! I give an enraged roar and start kicking the shelf next to the counter (I realised that punching the wall may not be the best plan of action, I kinda need my hands) and damn it! I ended up scuffing my new shoes! Does anyone know if you can get purple shoe polish?
The worst part: they left clothes strewn ALL OVER THE FUCKING SHOP! Dresses, blouses, shirts, shoes, and FUR COATS ON THE FLOOR! It took me a god damned HOUR to put the place to rights, and even then I knew that all it would take is one person to come in and destroy it again. I mean, what is it with you people and the violence you feel towards clothing? I used to think that maybe people where pissed off that the clothes they wanted didn’t fit them and so they took the anger they felt towards their own fat bodies out on clothes, but these women were thin. So maybe it’s a power thing? Maybe they felt they had to show that they have control over me? I don’t know, I just don’t understand people. The world used to be different you know! People used to love and respect their clothes, not just throw them on the floor! Especially not if they didn’t own them.