Fuckers!

[shadowedge613]

So everyone has a special number that works like your social secerty number USED to before recently. So they give you a number, and tell you to memorize it, or write it down, because you will need it for EVERYTHING.

So what does this partucular person do? He comes in, and doesn't have his number, and demands that I lok him up.

His last name is Taylor. do you know how many taylors there are in the database? a whole fuck load. so I look through each and everyone of these damn files, and can't find him. So I tell him that i can't help him, and he would have to come back with the damn G number. and he acts like this is all my fault.

Grrrr... I want to start charging fees for fuck heads.

Comments

[gkingsley.livejournal.com]

It al goes back to my theory that stupidity should be expensive.

[lastwordy-mcgee.livejournal.com]

It will be, in Fongoolia. I think shadowedge should be the "tax collector" for crimes of stupidity.

Welcome to the service industry.

[pairodox.livejournal.com]

If feeling particularly put out, look up Act of Gord, and unwind.

Once, when I worked for a British tourism company...

[lastwordy-mcgee.livejournal.com]

...I spent over an hour on the phone with a British national who could not understand why he needed to go to the British Consulate (which was in Atlanta at the time, I believe) in order to replace his lost UK passport. He kept insisting to me that he should be able to go into any "Orlando passport office" and get a new passport. He could not understand why any "Orlando passport office" -- which apparantly were in strip malls all over the place and wasn't I a right idiot not to know that -- couldn't just "make" him a new passport. I shortly realized that the "Orlando passport offices" he was talking about were all the convenience stores advertising "Get Your Passport Photo Here" signs. I tried to explain that to him. He still didn't get it.

An HOUR. Explaining to an ADULT how passports work. But I was the idiot. Naturally.

Sucks. I'm sorry.

[jessikanesis.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I'm all for fuck head fees.

When I was working at the dollar theater, customers used to yell at me because candy was so expensive. Like I have anything to do with that.
One guy told me it was sinful and asked me how I could live with myself.
One guy asked me if I was mentally challenged. No, he didn't actually think I was mentally challenged. He was just being an ass.
That job ruined every long-sleeved white shirt I owned, because we weren't allowed to roll up the sleeves, and get we were expected to handle popcorn, butter, and nacho cheese. Then I'd get yelled at for wearing "dirty shirts." They're not dirty. They're stained. All eight of them. I'm not buying more because the same thing will happen to them within an hour.

So yeah. Welcome to the service industry, indeed.