Can We Make a Contest out of This?
Yesturday, I poured out my venom against stupid people on my blog,and felt considerably refreshed afterwards. In fact it was SO cathartic, that I'm considering extending this benefit to all of YOU!
Come up with the most idiotic things that people or customers or co-workers have said to you at your beloved place of employment. Leave out the names of course, to protect the innocent...and vengeful.
I don't know if I actually have a prize...other than a hearty "WOW"! but still...that's worth something. And you'll feel SO much better.
And then we'll all make fun of Geoforce.
posted by SallyP @ 5:59 AM
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A classmate back in college asked me if I was planning on getting my poodle taxidermied(sic?) after he died.
Outside of the usual things (being asked when you're in uniform and a name tag plus using a scan gun but still being asked if I work there or a manager telling me to stop doing Project A instead of Project B then having the same manager ask why Project B didn't get done) my all time favorite was back in food service and the day we got two emails from home office. #1 said that hours of operation were being extended one half hour in the morning and an hour and a half in the evening. #2? It said that effective immediately our labor hours were being cut ten percent. WTF?
I have sooo many stories it's not even funny. Two come to mind but one of them might be a little too, umm, graphic. Not sure if you want to hear that one.
The other involved me working as a cashier when this woman comes into my line. Seeing her keys on the belt I picked them up wondering if she did so under the assumption we'd scan those little members discount cards. (We don't offer them but I didn't know at the time.) She snatched them back and hissed that those were hers. I explained why I looked at them and she proceeded to look for the card as if she didn't know what was on her own key ring.
After scanning everything I waited for a few moments for her to pay. When she did nothing I asked what payment she wanted to use. She told me that she didn't have her credit card and gave me her name. I got my superiors to tell explain that we can't do that in front of her. Expecting her to use some other form of payment I turned around to see her seething. I have no idea what her problem was but she kept on claiming that she paid.
I got one of my superiors back and she said she gave me a gift card saying the cameras would prove I was the liar. Then her husband could pay. Then she could pay the 200 something total with 12 dollars. She kept changing her story. When I tried to explain things for the 10th time she mocked the way I spoke and said that he couldn't take anything I said seriously if I talked like that. Finally I had to leave for my break. Afterwards I found out that she called my superior an idiot and was in tears when she was taken away. No clue what it was all about.
Gaaah! It was almost DAILY from the authors I had to work with. I really don't miss that part of being a book editor.
The other day I was helping someone on the phone looking for "spare chairs." I'd never heard that phrase before, but I dutifully did a search for them on my price gun.
Nothing. I did another search for folding chairs, thinking that was what she was talking about. I got a bunch of matches for that, but none of them were the same price as the one she was looking for.
Finally, after about five minutes of searching, I ask her to spell it for me.
S.P.H.E.R.E.
It was all I could do not to laugh at her right there.
These are all magnificently stupid, and I applaud you for making it through without stabbing somebody. It DOES try one's patience of course, but I suppose that being able to laugh about it afterwards, is all that we can do.
These are all magnificently stupid, and I applaud you for making it through without stabbing somebody. It DOES try one's patience of course, but I suppose that being able to laugh about it afterwards, is all that we can do.
Oh for...! Speaking of stupid, I just managed to post the same reply twice, and since I am a complete ninny, I don't know how to delete it.
*sigh*
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