derty neggar!!
so, it's Thursday night (Friday morning) and I cant fucking sleep. I quit my job cuz they pissed me off. so as you know (I say this assuming it's the same 2 or 3 people who may read my LJ) I used to sell furniture at the local Big Lots. k. Friday night a customer comes in and buys a bed frame set thingy. she assumes it's all one price. I show her the spereate price tags and that it's not all together. she acknowledges. I sell her the bed frame, which is all she specified that she wanted, which consists of two seperate pieces. the next night, Saturday night, her and her husband come in to pick it up. I was supposed to work but I called in cuz it was Miranda's last night in town before she went out to shreiner. when I show up for work Sunday morning I find out that the night before (Saturday night) the woman and husband come in to pick it up, tell the person that I, ME, told them it came with a mattress. now, not ONCE did the couple even MENTION a mattress to me when they were asking me questions. anyway, I find out that they yelled at my manager and got super pissed. so the manager calls my head manager, who tells her to call the district manager (a bit ridiculous dont ya think?). the customer ended up getting a free mattress. sunday morning I got written up for calling in saturday night. GAY. and I'm told I gotta be at work at 9am the next day (Monday) to have a talk with my head manager. AKA get bitched the fuck out. now I'm not one who really likes getting bitched at for something that isn't my fault. the way I see it, the customer should've just been sent home with what they paid for. anyway, I didnt think of it at the time, but Monday was my first day of school. I was kinda sad too cuz I'd planned all this stuff to tell off my manager and quit in a big fancy way, but I just didnt show up. I was supposed to work that night too and I forgot the rest of my schedule, but I just stopped showing up. here's what chaps my ass too. I was supposed to work at 5:00. at 5:15 they call me asking where I'm at and if I'm comin in. now I've been present when other people don't show up on a day they're scheduled. the managers wait around for about an hour and then think "ok who can we call to take their place?" but with me, 15 minutes late and they're calling me. they dont call someone to take my place, they call ME. naturally I didn't pick up the phone. fuck that shit. they can go fuck themselves. oh boy I almost forgot to mention all the vandalism I did on my last day (Sunday). This deserves a new paragraph.
I went super glue ape shit. grabbed 4 things of super glue off the sales floor, ripped em outta their packages, threw the packages on the floor, went to the warehouse and super glued discontinued furniture. The "discontinued" means they're not getting anymore in and it's the store's responsibility to sell it. if it's got shit super glued to it, they cant really sell it. then I put some super glue on discontinued furniture that was already sold but just hadnt been picked up. so that means that the customer paid for it, and we're holding it. now that it's ruined the customer will be uber pissed and demand their money back meaning the store lost money and now has ruined furniture taking up space. oh yeah I busted a florescent lamp too. now, that's just what I did in the warehouse. out on the sales floor I super glued plastic sign holders to discontinued furniture so when they sell the items and try to take the signs off, uh oh, looks like someone didnt make a sale afterall. I dont really remember how many signs I super glued. I just wish I could see the look on their faces when they try to pick up the sign in front of a customer and see em go, "uhh..." or the look on their face when they manage to get the sign off but end up ruining the furniture in the process. I feel I've gotten my revenge on that place. I started stealing and damaging merchandise everyday I worked there about 4 or 5 months ago. that didnt quite satisfy me enough though. I stole a lotta shit that kinda pissed me off. later after I'd get off work I'd be like, "what am I ever gonna do with this??" and then throw it away. some shit I stole from there didnt even work too. like rechargeable batteries. it kinda sucks cuz I was looking forward to using em. I cant really return em now. actually now that I think about it I can. Big Lots accepts merchandise back without the receipt. I could just return it. kinda like that one guys does in the movie Garden State, except you dont get cash back at Big Lots, just store credit or exchange.
that's the end of my story. I'm gonna try to get back to sleep. I just thought I'd update so all 2 (or 3) of you will have something to read. actually no one will probably read this. it's too fucking long. I know I wouldnt fuckin read it. Later.