FellingLonely
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I'll be honest, I think the reason I can't sleep is that I haven't ranted about this to anyone. So, my dear WTF, will you lend an ear?
I hate people. No, not in that fashionably emo and happy bunny sarcastic way. I don't know if I've reached the breaking point, but I sure do know that my job will pave the way. I hate people! HATE. I used to be able to see the good in people, anyone! And I don't know where that went, but it's gone bye-bye.
Today, wasn't the worst day of my life, no, that one can never be put on paper (computer screen?). Today was, however, pretty damn fucking close.
So, I work in a jewelry store, you've probably been to it at least once in your life, and if not, STAY AWAY. Actually, most of the guys won't know what I'm talking about. It's a store that sells those best friend bracelets/necklaces/keychains and little dangly horse earrings. Theres so much overpriced SHIT in there, it's ridiculous.
WHY, oh why, do people walk into the store, hawk-eye me down, and ask where our EARRINGS are? They're all over the fucking place, bitch! It's a relatively small store, I can stand in the middle cashwrap area and turn about and see everything! Maybe if you LOOKED instead of parking your lazy ass in front of me and asking the stupidest, most "Here's Your Sign" question in the world, you would find it in a matter of minutes!
"It's $6.50 mam."
"How much?"
SIX FUCKING FIFTY. Take that wrinkly old pinky finger, stuff it into your ear, and scrape out the crusty cum-caked wax and then you can hear me!
This one lady gave me the ugliest look because I didn't smile like an annoying little bobble-head when I repeated myself. Can you tell I'm mad? Do you want to test me? I'll win, bitch!
So, I went in at 2, only to find out that I didn't need to be there until 2:30. Thats just enough time to do, oh say, nothing at all. I can't go home, I'd just have to turn back around again. I don't want to walk around in the mall and shop, I've been here enough, I just want to work, and go home. I can't sit in the back, since my coworker will just walk past me and sigh loudly in some sort of irritation. Oh well, it's just thirty minutes, I'll just clock in. Yay, good to go.
A girl came in wanting to get her ear cartilage peirced. Ok, cool. I ask her if she has any ID (required of anyone at all who wants to get their cartilage done). Nope, she doesn't. So she gets all huffed up and sends her sister after me, "Why does she need ID?" "What if I have my ID, will that work?". I don't know, I don't make the fucking rules around here, and are you your sister? Then NO, it won't work, moron.
The bitch just keeps asking me the same damn question, I'm telling her the same thing over and over again, meanwhile, I've got a line of customers out of the store shooting dagger-looks at me. Ok fine, whatever, she has a lifeguard certificate that has her name on it or something, that'll work.
So I get that done, get all the people in line paid for, and then do about 5 more ear peircings. It's all good. I personally, would rather be a bit busy, instead of twiddling my thumbs, it makes the time go faster. Which is good, because time, in this store, is seriously warped.
I have to pee now. But it's 5:00 and another girl is coming in for her shift at 5:30. I can wait thirty minutes. It gets pretty dead, and I'm just cleaning up the store. And I must say, do people not know how to fucking pick up after themselves? Oh my fucking god. Did parents just stop teaching their children to do anything at all? Are they that lazy? Come on! It's common curtesy, and NO, it's not my fucking job to pick up after you! My job is to SELL you the merchandise in my store, and if you think otherwise, you can just rug-scoot your ass out of here and play with the suicidal employees somewhere else!
It's 5:25 and I'm itching to take a piss, but the other girl hasn't showed up yet. Turns out, she called and told me that their babysitter just bailed out, and her husband doesn't want to take care of the kid, and her sister went to wal-mart. WTF? Ok, whatever, can I close tonight? I told her that I would if I absolutely had to, and asked politely if she could at least check and see if she could come in a little later or something? Before she hung up, I TOLD her to call me and tell me whats going on. But who listens to anyone anymore? Ahaha, nope, she didn't call. OH well. I'll just work another 3 hours, I GUESS it'll be ok. Hey, its 3 more hours of minimum wage, right?
Everything goes good until about 7:30, when of course, 20 minutes before I have to close, everything always goes wrong. Two little girls come in and park themselves in front of the cosmetics, back towards the wall. There are mirrors all over the place, yes I can see you stuffing that eyeshadow into your purse. Alright, dammit. I walk over there and give her a basket to put her stuff in, and she looks at me like, what stuff? I told her, the stuff you just put in your purse, and she opens it up, I can SEE the eye shadow in there, she pulls out a crumpled ten and some change, and says, this? NO, honey, that right there. So, shes caught. Shes only like, 8 or something, and I'm not calling the cops 10 minutes before closing, so I tell her I'll let her buy it if she wants it bad enough to steal. So she buys it and she leaves. YAY I can close.
Ahaha, what? Nope, not today! So this troupe of little kids runs in and finds everything they can get their hands on, ponder for-fucking-ever if they want to get it, and then decide NO, I don't and just leave it on the floor. God, how I wish there were a rule that stated, "If you do not come in with a parent, you are subject to an associate/assistant manager ass-kicking if you piss her off in any way!" Why can't people control their offspring? You had to go and fornicate like little catholic rabbits, why are you bringing them to this cheap ass store to buy any odd item that they will most likely LOSE in half a day? It's bad enough that the parents come in with them and can't keep them under control. Then there are the ones that don't even bother to come into the store with them! They just sit outside and chat with who-fucking-ever, while they get a free babysitter for their heathen-devil child whose wreaking havoc on any thing that GLITTERS in my store!
I'm not a babysitter, I'm not a janitor, I'm not fucking BLIND, and I'm not your personal shopping consultant. Buy your shit, and get the fuck out of the store!
(Ok, I know, that was a serious TL;DR, but it's out now, and thats all that matters to me)
I hate people. No, not in that fashionably emo and happy bunny sarcastic way. I don't know if I've reached the breaking point, but I sure do know that my job will pave the way. I hate people! HATE. I used to be able to see the good in people, anyone! And I don't know where that went, but it's gone bye-bye.
Today, wasn't the worst day of my life, no, that one can never be put on paper (computer screen?). Today was, however, pretty damn fucking close.
So, I work in a jewelry store, you've probably been to it at least once in your life, and if not, STAY AWAY. Actually, most of the guys won't know what I'm talking about. It's a store that sells those best friend bracelets/necklaces/keychains and little dangly horse earrings. Theres so much overpriced SHIT in there, it's ridiculous.
WHY, oh why, do people walk into the store, hawk-eye me down, and ask where our EARRINGS are? They're all over the fucking place, bitch! It's a relatively small store, I can stand in the middle cashwrap area and turn about and see everything! Maybe if you LOOKED instead of parking your lazy ass in front of me and asking the stupidest, most "Here's Your Sign" question in the world, you would find it in a matter of minutes!
"It's $6.50 mam."
"How much?"
SIX FUCKING FIFTY. Take that wrinkly old pinky finger, stuff it into your ear, and scrape out the crusty cum-caked wax and then you can hear me!
This one lady gave me the ugliest look because I didn't smile like an annoying little bobble-head when I repeated myself. Can you tell I'm mad? Do you want to test me? I'll win, bitch!
So, I went in at 2, only to find out that I didn't need to be there until 2:30. Thats just enough time to do, oh say, nothing at all. I can't go home, I'd just have to turn back around again. I don't want to walk around in the mall and shop, I've been here enough, I just want to work, and go home. I can't sit in the back, since my coworker will just walk past me and sigh loudly in some sort of irritation. Oh well, it's just thirty minutes, I'll just clock in. Yay, good to go.
A girl came in wanting to get her ear cartilage peirced. Ok, cool. I ask her if she has any ID (required of anyone at all who wants to get their cartilage done). Nope, she doesn't. So she gets all huffed up and sends her sister after me, "Why does she need ID?" "What if I have my ID, will that work?". I don't know, I don't make the fucking rules around here, and are you your sister? Then NO, it won't work, moron.
The bitch just keeps asking me the same damn question, I'm telling her the same thing over and over again, meanwhile, I've got a line of customers out of the store shooting dagger-looks at me. Ok fine, whatever, she has a lifeguard certificate that has her name on it or something, that'll work.
So I get that done, get all the people in line paid for, and then do about 5 more ear peircings. It's all good. I personally, would rather be a bit busy, instead of twiddling my thumbs, it makes the time go faster. Which is good, because time, in this store, is seriously warped.
I have to pee now. But it's 5:00 and another girl is coming in for her shift at 5:30. I can wait thirty minutes. It gets pretty dead, and I'm just cleaning up the store. And I must say, do people not know how to fucking pick up after themselves? Oh my fucking god. Did parents just stop teaching their children to do anything at all? Are they that lazy? Come on! It's common curtesy, and NO, it's not my fucking job to pick up after you! My job is to SELL you the merchandise in my store, and if you think otherwise, you can just rug-scoot your ass out of here and play with the suicidal employees somewhere else!
It's 5:25 and I'm itching to take a piss, but the other girl hasn't showed up yet. Turns out, she called and told me that their babysitter just bailed out, and her husband doesn't want to take care of the kid, and her sister went to wal-mart. WTF? Ok, whatever, can I close tonight? I told her that I would if I absolutely had to, and asked politely if she could at least check and see if she could come in a little later or something? Before she hung up, I TOLD her to call me and tell me whats going on. But who listens to anyone anymore? Ahaha, nope, she didn't call. OH well. I'll just work another 3 hours, I GUESS it'll be ok. Hey, its 3 more hours of minimum wage, right?
Everything goes good until about 7:30, when of course, 20 minutes before I have to close, everything always goes wrong. Two little girls come in and park themselves in front of the cosmetics, back towards the wall. There are mirrors all over the place, yes I can see you stuffing that eyeshadow into your purse. Alright, dammit. I walk over there and give her a basket to put her stuff in, and she looks at me like, what stuff? I told her, the stuff you just put in your purse, and she opens it up, I can SEE the eye shadow in there, she pulls out a crumpled ten and some change, and says, this? NO, honey, that right there. So, shes caught. Shes only like, 8 or something, and I'm not calling the cops 10 minutes before closing, so I tell her I'll let her buy it if she wants it bad enough to steal. So she buys it and she leaves. YAY I can close.
Ahaha, what? Nope, not today! So this troupe of little kids runs in and finds everything they can get their hands on, ponder for-fucking-ever if they want to get it, and then decide NO, I don't and just leave it on the floor. God, how I wish there were a rule that stated, "If you do not come in with a parent, you are subject to an associate/assistant manager ass-kicking if you piss her off in any way!" Why can't people control their offspring? You had to go and fornicate like little catholic rabbits, why are you bringing them to this cheap ass store to buy any odd item that they will most likely LOSE in half a day? It's bad enough that the parents come in with them and can't keep them under control. Then there are the ones that don't even bother to come into the store with them! They just sit outside and chat with who-fucking-ever, while they get a free babysitter for their heathen-devil child whose wreaking havoc on any thing that GLITTERS in my store!
I'm not a babysitter, I'm not a janitor, I'm not fucking BLIND, and I'm not your personal shopping consultant. Buy your shit, and get the fuck out of the store!
(Ok, I know, that was a serious TL;DR, but it's out now, and thats all that matters to me)
