RL Anger
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Who even speaks with the cashiers.
I do the bare minimum to not be rude when I'm buying groceries. In orientation they were like: "Just treat our customers the way you want to be treated." To which my immediate thought is: "Leave them the fuck alone unless they look like they need help? Possibly don't even talk to them at the checkout line?"
But, ugh. Yeah. I find it really creepy when people are like: "I just like knowing who I'm talking to." And then don't give you their name in return.
@ThatGuyThere, yeah. If its someone that's come in a lot, that'd be one thing.
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10/10, if you see me shopping? Fuck off, I am on a mission.
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I think it is a wonder of consumerism that I can go to most any country and shop without needing to know the language or speak a word, I put all the stuff on the thing, they scan the thing, a number pops up (long as they use arabic letters I'm good, hell most of the time I don't need to know how much it is exactly) and then I beep-boop card or hand over cash.
Done.
No words needed.
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@Olsson And you can do it from your bedroom.
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@Olsson How wonderfully quaint your old technology! I will be having an opportunity to turn the dial back twenty years myself when I go back to Canada this summer.
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The last time I was at Walmart (Best place for groceries after 2 AM, I work crazy schedule), I found an employee and went to ask her a question about where something was located...
She didn't speak English.
At all. She couldn't even communicate that she didn't speak English.
Apparently, she had a translator at the interview. That's great, I'm all for people working and whatnot, but you should at least be able to PERFORM YOUR DAMNED JOB REASONABLY TO GET HIRED.
I just don't get it....
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So. My son's school has done a free/super cheap bookstore in it for the past 30-something years, or so. It's a great endeavor, but the lady currently in charge of it is kind of a piece of work - meanly gossipy, cliquish, has not a lick of self-awareness, and doesn't take it well when people don't think exactly as she does, or fall to their knees and worship at the feet of her daughter and her friends. I don't do that. I don't even play favorites when I'm volunteering there and my son's grade comes up to buy/pick out things.
After four months straight of my devoting most of my day there every Friday, this past week (our last official store of the school year), she pulls me aside to tell me that 'parents have called her at home to complain that their kids think I am scary.' No indication of what grade(s) these kids are in; no indication of what it is about me that is 'scary'. When I tried to delve deeper (because, if there is, in fact, a legitimate complaint, of course I will endeavor to mitigate things) all she could say was 'maybe it's your hair'. Because apparently overgrown graying pixie cuts are super frightening these days. No other explanation was offered, she didn't tell me to stop volunteering, nada. It was all very odd, incredibly hurtful, and just some downright mean girls bullshit from a fortysomething. It was also suspect that parents apparently went straight to her, rather than to the school,, and that she couldn't have told me about this at all during the week, but instead waited for me to actually start my shifts?
So, since she couldn't tell me what grades were involved (or, remember, any concrete complaints), and I had signed up to volunteer for the whole day tomorrow for a related event, I un-volunteered for all slots except my son's grade, because all of those teachers and kids know me, and one girl asked me if I was a vampire, but I've known her since she was two, so whatever...they see me every damn day. And I have never gotten so much as a peep about being corporate goth from the administration, or any of the parents in our cohort or other staff, so...yeah. Fuck Debi.
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So much code brown and yellow at the ass shop this weekend. wtf.
Getting shrieked at by a harpy because a stupidly popular coffee machine sold out while on sale (OMG SHE AND HER HUSBAND NEED COFFEE NOW! OMG!).
Working so, so many hours.
1-9PM shifts, whee.
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@silentsophia 2nd shift is the absolute worst. I always prefer first or third if I'm working an hourly job. I feel your pain.
Hello! Long time listener, first time caller...
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@Lithium I didn't mind like, 12-6 or 1-7. But this till 9PM shit is for the birds.
And HR was like SORRY. GONNA BE THAT WAY. At least they only give me a few days a week soon. -
My mother in law is crazy.
This is going to be insensitive, but I don't care, because I'm mad about the situation.
She is currently on medication for anxiety. Totally sucks. I get it. I was too for a while. She clearly needs to actually see a therapist or something though, because her dose isn't high enough, and an MD can only do so much when it comes to possible mental illness.
As you folks know, I'm pregnant - hormonal, crazy pregnant. I try to hold it in, but my usual quiet self hasn't been taking shit off of anybody lately, and I haven't been able to tolerate generally shitty attitudes.
So the whole family is at the movies. Movie ends, we go to the restroom, my sis in law (who MIL can't stand right now, for reasons none of us have been able to figure out) takes a longer time than usual as she's recovering from a severe bladder infection. Mother in law shrieks in the middle of the lobby area, "I can't believe we're still fucking waiting, let's just leave her."
To which I snap back (like an idiot, making things worse, but word-vomit), "If you're in such a damn hurry, you can go sit your ass in the car."
So she goes to the car just as sis in law is walking up to us. We follow, and that crazy bitch has taken the car, and actually drove home, leaving three of us semi-stranded, and almost ran over my husband (her son) on the way out. Honked the horn and everything.
Brother in law made two trips to take us all home. Poor guy.
Get home, every last door is locked. Thankfully there was a hide away key, because she had the keys with the house key on it. Ugh.
This was two days ago. I apologized for snapping, tried to make up and stuff... But nooo. My father in law is now in charge of meals because the last two nights when she wanted to make dinner, guess who didn't get any food...
Anyway...So messed up. Pretty much ready to take a taxi and.hop a plane home. Only reason I haven't is because everyone else has been great.
/rant
Tl:dr - mother in law is crazy, and there's no way I'm ever trusting her with my child, at this point. She even told me the other day that she used to have to leave her kids alone for hours, because she couldn't handle it....And keeps talking about wanting to babysit...
Anyway...shutting up now x.x
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Why do you think they make you wear a name tag? Most people do it to be polite I've learned as apposed to saying "Hey cashier lady/guy"
"cashier, give me change for a 20 please"
"Tom, could you give me change for a 20 please"
Then when it's all over and the rest of you are ready for Dead Animal Pickup, I'm gonna go balls deep into Dahl. But only because she asked me to. Sweet-like. - Riddick (2013)
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Oh hey, there's another peeve. Stop fucking pointing and whistling when you want something. I'm not a goddamned dog. Even excuse me is just fine!
Or 'Do you work here?' No. I wear the uniform, name tag (with the stupid company logo on it) and am restocking shelves because I am incredibly dedicated cosplayer.
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@ThatOneDude
I just say, "Could I have change for a 20, please?" If I'm at the till, there's not much worry I might be asking the random customer behind me. Especially when the cashier is the person I've already been interacting with, by then.They make you wear a nametag because at some point someone presumably decided this was friendlier, same as they somehow decided calling customers by (first!) name made them feel valued. First-name exchanges between people who are essentially strangers always feel awkward and over-familiar to me and I avoid them as much as I can.
@silentsophia
Even excuse me? Hm. 'Excuse me' is what I generally say if I need someone's help; is there something you prefer? -
@Ninjakitten Oh no. The even meant 'I would vastly appreciate it' in favor of someone pointing and whistling. I just mean even only an 'excuse me' is just dandy. I don't need someone to use my name. Actually, I hate my name. A lot.
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I vote you put a box of fireworks under her bed.
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@Ninjakitten said in RL Anger:
They make you wear a nametag because at some point someone presumably decided this was friendlier, same as they somehow decided calling customers by (first!) name made them feel valued. First-name exchanges between people who are essentially strangers always feel awkward and over-familiar to me and I avoid them as much as I can.
Oh, I hate being on a first name basis with employees. Maybe it's because I'm old and was raised when that was not the norm. In fact, it would have been considered disrespectful. Use my first name? No. You can call me Mister.
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@Ninjakitten said in RL Anger:
They make you wear a nametag because at some point someone presumably decided this was friendlier, same as they somehow decided calling customers by (first!) name made them feel valued. First-name exchanges between people who are essentially strangers always feel awkward and over-familiar to me and I avoid them as much as I can.
Oh, I hate being on a first name basis with employees. Maybe it's because I'm old and was raised when that was not the norm. In fact, it would have been considered disrespectful. Use my first name? No. You can call me Mister.
Huh... I'd consider it rude for the sales people I deal with not to call me by my name. .. But my job doesn't require me to wear a name tag...
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I'll just throw this here. Skype Customer service is filled with unhelpful bitches. Fuck them all.
