RL Anger
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Seriously. Don't tell me things and then get angry when I deny you sales.
No. I'm not going to sell you things on someone else's food card. If its your wife's why isn't she in using it? Or just go through self check out. Jesus.
Also, no. If you tell me you're buying alcohol through your neighbor I'm not going to sell it to you. I don't care if he's 70. If he isn't with you for me to verify that I'm not selling it! I'm not losing my job for you.
Ugh. And yes, please through a tantrum and leave all of your groceries all over my belt, so I have to clean it up before I can help the next person in line. Because I want to make your life difficult by not selling you the beer. If you just kept your mouth shut it would have been fine.
Seriously. Don't tell your cashiers shit like "oh the beer isn't for me".
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Can people actually tell at a glance how old anyone is?
I certainly can't. People are generally in categories to me as well:
- Babies and small children.
- large children (includes teens)
- adults
- elder
I mean I can tell when someone is a /young/ adult... but sometimes they look like large children to me. And I can tell when someone is an older adult... but like ... its a young / older divide before 'elderly'.
I couldn't tell you the exact age of someone. Or even really close. there are some people I card and I'm like: Woah, you're fifty? Or ... I didn't expect you to be my age.
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@Cobaltasaurus said in RL Anger:
Seriously. Don't tell me things and then get angry when I deny you sales.
No. I'm not going to sell you things on someone else's food card. If its your wife's why isn't she in using it? Or just go through self check out. Jesus.
Also, no. If you tell me you're buying alcohol through your neighbor I'm not going to sell it to you. I don't care if he's 70. If he isn't with you for me to verify that I'm not selling it! I'm not losing my job for you.
Ugh. And yes, please through a tantrum and leave all of your groceries all over my belt, so I have to clean it up before I can help the next person in line. Because I want to make your life difficult by not selling you the beer. If you just kept your mouth shut it would have been fine.
Seriously. Don't tell your cashiers shit like "oh the beer isn't for me".
It is amazing how many people just expect someone else to just commit this crime for them and treat you like shit if you won't. How self-involved do you have to be to not only ask a stranger to put themselves at financial and criminal risk just so you can get a buzz, but to then be upset when they don't?
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High school reunions are fucking lame. Mostly because of the bitch who acted like it was still high school... We're almost 30, lady... Chill the hell out...
Totally realized why I don't keep in touch with people. Everyone I want to talk to in person are either out of the state or country, or I hang out with them every weekend.
People... Ugh.
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Okay, you don't want to use self check out. Okay, cool. But there's no need to be shitty to me when I tell you that they're open. A simple "no thanks" is enough. You don't need to snap at me, "If I wanted to go over there I'd be over there."
Well okay, sir. I was going to offer to run the machine for you so my CSM wouldn't have five fucking people backed up in her line with all four self check out open, but fuck you very much instead.
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When someone hears something that's half of a situation, and blows up and just increases your stress level. I don't have time to deal with this shit.
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@mietze There are certain markers you can look for for age, but the 'ID if customer appears under X' is SO arbitrary that it makes the job impossible. When the age was 40, that seemed like a reasonable marker. There are certain facial aspects that you can expect for most people that are 40+ (crow's feet at the eyes, brackets around the mouth, the start of crepey skin at the neck and hands).
But at Walmart, the age was arbitrarily set to 35, because apparently if the law says card anyone under 40, setting Walmart's policy to 35 makes Walmart 'better'. I'm 33 and I get carded for EVERYTHING. I'm told I have a youthful face. Which is great, I'm enjoying it, and I don't mind being carded.
But for all the people out there that are purposely seeking to look younger than their age? Don't get pissed at me when I ask to see your ID. You get face lifts and chin tucks and botox injections, and you dye your hair regularly so that you can appear 30 instead of 45, you lose your right to get huffy when I can't tell that you're 45.
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People are stupid.
The best policy: card everyone. Don't like it? Stop setting age limitations.
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Fucking ER waiting rooms. Being in enough pain that I can't stop crying. I am not a damn crier. Grrrrrrr.
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The PNW should not be this hot. Not at all. No. Plz stop. I don't enjoy heat exhaustion.
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The heat and two cats that can't get along. I can't wait until it rains this weekend. This shit feels like I'm back home.
Y'all finished or y'all done? I ain't go no more talkin'.
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The heat and two cats that can't get along. I can't wait until it rains this weekend. This shit feels like I'm back home.
Fuckin' seriously. I moved to the PNW last fall, from South Carolina. I wanted overcast! Rain! Temperatures below 85!
Saying the quiet parts out loud since 1996.
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The heat and two cats that can't get along. I can't wait until it rains this weekend. This shit feels like I'm back home.
Fuckin' seriously. I moved to the PNW last fall, from South Carolina. I wanted overcast! Rain! Temperatures below 85!
Have I yet mentioned Columbus? Only three times in the last week? Mm, overcast and 70. Rain is what we do for a living. It's like Seattle without all of the sea and good food and big name sports and diverse and nearby landscape, because who wants all of that?
... Goddammit.
“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.”
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@Thenomain said in RL Anger:
The heat and two cats that can't get along. I can't wait until it rains this weekend. This shit feels like I'm back home.
Fuckin' seriously. I moved to the PNW last fall, from South Carolina. I wanted overcast! Rain! Temperatures below 85!
Have I yet mentioned Columbus? Only three times in the last week? Mm, overcast and 70. Rain is what we do for a living. It's like Seattle without all of the sea and good food and big name sports and diverse and nearby landscape, because who wants all of that?
... Goddammit.
We're not even getting the rain right now, so I think you still have one on us presently. Take solace in that.
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@Thenomain said in RL Anger:
The heat and two cats that can't get along. I can't wait until it rains this weekend. This shit feels like I'm back home.
Fuckin' seriously. I moved to the PNW last fall, from South Carolina. I wanted overcast! Rain! Temperatures below 85!
Have I yet mentioned Columbus? Only three times in the last week? Mm, overcast and 70. Rain is what we do for a living. It's like Seattle without all of the sea and good food and big name sports and diverse and nearby landscape, because who wants all of that?
... Goddammit.
Lived in Cincinnati for a while. I've had enough Ohio for a lifetime.
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Kids having cancer. Or being deathly ill. Or suffering in any way, shape, or form. That can just go fuck itself. Not saying it's awesome when it happens to older-than-kids people, but it's fucking terrible when it happens to children. It's not fucking fair.
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@VulgarKitten I understand. I'm losing my mom to cancer.
Unfortunately, 'fairness' is a completely human concept and it has nothing to do with the universe at large... the universe isn't fair or unfair, it simply is, and sometimes it sucks donkey balls.I'm totally not prepared to lose my mom, but the universe don't care
Vorpal is actually Satan made MU*nifest
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@Vorpal You'll never be prepared. All the adults were hyping me up to lose my mom for my entire life, and I still wasn't ready. I'm really sorry you and she are going through this.
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@Kanye-Qwest Yeah, that's what I've heard.
Honestly, it would be different for me if she were to die like my grandmother, aged 107 and simply dying from having lived too long, but relatively peacefully.
Having this crap inside her that's eating her alive...Four years ago, she was diagnosed with cancer for the first time. The original diagnosis was that it wasn't malign and that it was easily operable, but more tests needed to be done, so we were going to meet at the MD Anderson.
At the time, I was taking a writing course as an excuse to get my writing habit rekindled. Before I went to see my mom, as a manner of dealing with the possible outcome, I wrote a short story called "In The Blood." The protagonist was traveling across the country to deposit his mother's ashes. As the story opens, he's traveling through Kansas in the summer and picks up someone whose car gave up the ghost on his way to a wedding. The story is interspersed with flashbacks, etc.
The cancer was extracted and then radiation was applied. For about four years after that, my mother kept getting a clean bill of health from the Anderson when she came up for her yearly check-up. We thought we had cleared the mark.
And then this year, the cancer came back. And the week after that I found myself driving through Kansas, in the summer, on my way to a wedding and with my mom under death sentence.
I mean, fuck everything, really.
