| Live Forever Belt Buckle |
[Sep. 5th, 2008|03:35 am] |
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Hey all, I was wondering if anyone had a live forever belt buckle they'd be willing to part with. I'm guessing that since I haven't seen them on the site they aren't selling them any more and it's been a wish of a friend of mine to have for a while now. His B-day is november and I was hoping to have it to give as a present. Please please please if anyone can help me out I'd be in major debit to you. you can e-mail me at xxmsstressxx@tmail.com. Please make the subject "live forever" otherwise I'll think it's junk. Thanks! |
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[Sep. 5th, 2008|12:53 am] |
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So its 12:30 at night, and my boyfriend and I are just starting to fall asleep. All of a sudden, we wake up to this foul, disgusting, terrible smell. It turns out my weiner dog, Oscar, had licked up a bit of hookah tobacco that was accidentally dropped on the floor, and I guess he got diarrhea. So with that smeared all over my carpet, we put the dog out and my boyfriend starts cleaning it up. He has one of his favorite shirts over his face, to kind of filter out the smell. Well the smell overpowers him and all of a sudden he just starts puking everywhere. Soo many bodily fluids... I had to use a gas mask to clean up the shit while my dad hosed off the vomit. |
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[Sep. 5th, 2008|01:34 am] |
Dental work is fun. Not only did the man basically wait until the numbing meds were wearing off on that side, but then he touched a really fucking cold metal tool to the nerves of my tooth while tugging it out of my head. Nice. I have a bleeding hole in my mouth now. Cut forward to about 12 hours later. I pull out the gauze and find a lovely surprise
( Dental yum yums ) |
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| Im in your bank (robbing you blind) |
[Sep. 5th, 2008|03:29 pm] |
I work for a bank, in mortgages specifically.
Dearest madam,
I do not like it when customers money goes missing. Therefore I will go out of my way to explain where the $800 you thought you had has gone. Your statements detail every cent that goes into and out of your account, and I will patiently read you out every transaction since your last statment and go through the math with you for twenty minutes. If you didnt make any one of those transactions, I will get it investigated for you. I will send you out a special statement that shows them and because you seem so sure theres $800 missing and I get that that's distressing I'll waive the fee for that statement for you. If you're not picking up on it, I like it when customers are happy. Not only does that make my day just a little brighter, I get paid for performance. Happier customers = happier breezes.
SO please, stop shrieking down the phone at me because you are incapable of keeping track of your finances. I know very well what the current affairs shows say about ''people like me'', but honey, you shouldnt believe everything the telly says. Why yes, they do like to go on about how much we love ripping off the little people and theres no point arguing it, cos big bad ol' us always wins. No, I do not have plans to shout my collegues lunch with your $800. I am not altering your statements to show ''what ever the hell I want it to''. And this most certainly isnt a conspirancy that goes ''all the way to the top''. No, as far as Im aware my mother isnt ashamed she gave birth to something like me, and I sleep well at night because i am NOT stealing you money. So please, PLEASE stop yelling and just hang up on me already, because I am not allowed to hang up on you.
Sincerely,
Breezes (who wishes she had just slipped and accidently transferred some money out of your account, just cos you're such a mole) |
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| TONSIL STONES!!!!! |
[Sep. 4th, 2008|10:48 pm] |
so seeing as how i have no tonsils, i always get jealous when people post here about their tonsil stones.
well, i finally have something to contribute!
not my own, but i found a vid on youtube. YAAAAAAAYYYY!!!!!!!!!
how this chick managed not to gag is beyond me.
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| Invoking the spirit of Avril Lavigne...why'd you have to go and make things so complicated? |
[Sep. 5th, 2008|12:17 am] |
First post here, hi. I'm a server.
So, a girl orders two grilled cheese sandwiches, okie dokie, order gets put in. Two grilled cheese sandwiches. Food goes out. Two grilled cheese sandwiches. Girl points to one sandwich sitting in the basket and says "I didn't want that."
"Um, but you asked for two grilled sandwiches...?"
"Well, I wanted two halves of grilled cheese."
"Okay...so you just wanted ONE grilled cheese sandwich then."
"Um, right."
O_o *facepalm*
Why not just order one grilled cheese sandwich? I mean, we're talking elementary geometry here, two halves equal ONE whole.
And, just for fun, shall I mention the boy at the table who, as I removed the extra grilled cheese sandwich from the table, LOUDLY said "Well, fine, take it away, just throw it away! WASTE IT!" He could have had the sandwich if he'd been willing to pay for it, but because no one wanted to pay for it I had to take it away, but he thought it would be amusing to speak loudly as I left the dining room - seriously, I could still hear him in the dishroom.
And now for another bit of fun...I'll let you guess how much they tipped. It was a group of almost 20 teenagers, you'll never beLIEVE the height of their generosity. |
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| Mild Frustration and an update! |
[Sep. 4th, 2008|11:01 pm] |
Dear Customers of the coffee shop that is not Tim Hortons.
I know you didn't miss that huge line up. And I'm certain that you took your sweet time standing in that line, and yes, waiting 10-15 minutes to order really blows. I get that. But it's also lunch rush and we're a tad busy. But we are not understaffed and we will get to everyone if you wait patiently. So when you place your order, pay for it and take your number and then grab your seat, do not flag down the counter person delivering someone else's order to ask about your order two minutes after you sat down. Didn't you see that line? I know you did. There was one the same before you got here and those people were here first. I promise you, we'll get your food out to you in about 7-10 minutes. We're not wasting time back there, we just have a backlog of orders. The reason why you suck is because then the counter staff is forced to come ask us if we have the order for such and such a table to which we reply ....but it just came in? Because we get mildly confused.
However, please do ask if you've been waiting about ten minutes because it could be the chit fell or the order was not rung in properly. Do not leave it for 40 minutes and then pitch a fit. Yes we were in the wrong but by not bringing it to our attention, you let it get to that length of time. See line? We can't babysit you.
Also despite some really really bad co-worker suck between two of the managers the boy's first day on cash does not equate to free order, when in fact you made a mistake and ordered the side salad, not the big salad. When you realized your mistake, what you should have done was come up to the cash and admit it. Instead you pointed at said new person and got very upset, even though we can fix your salad if you give us about 45 seconds. Which we did. Which due to your incessant complaining you got it free. And the rest of your meal. And your drinks. It is unfortunate about the co-worker suck because the rest of us would have left it at fixing your salad. Course you couldn't leave it at that. Not to worry, new guy is still with us even after you pitched a fit at him on his second day.
No love to any of you and glad I only get by-proxy annoyed instead of face-to-face encounters,
akira_chan
Update: Do we all remember crazy tutoring lady?
CTL was sent an email informing her that the timing of her ordered appearance was not good for me and that she needed to answer the questions she was asked, and she could call to book an appointment. (ie, not boss me when to 'show up'.)
CTL left a phone message Sunday night, without the necessary information.
I was busy Monday all day (working) and most of the evening, so I was not able to call her back at an appropriate time. Plus it was Labour Day and my 'home based tutoring business' is off because zomg I need a break sometimes XD
CTL calls again Tuesday morning and leaves a voicemail that says 'please call me tonight after 7pm'. I nod to myself and think, sure thing shouldn't be too bad I think I'll be free at that time anyway. CTL then calls back four times over the course of the day (Madam, my cell phone has caller ID for all missed calls while I'm working.) Her number is tried once in the evening. No answer. Alas my phone needs to be charged, but hey I have a paying client who'd like to see me first (Yay!) so instead of going home and doing that, I deal with the one actually paying me first. Since I was not able to get ahold of her, I shoot her off an email, apologizing that I was not able to reach her, but I'd be happy to call her Wednesday evening as I have it completely free.
CTL responds that she will call me next week. I sigh and think fine.
She's called my phone while I'm at work twice now but has never left a message.
CTL is about ten seconds away from being informed I'm not taking her job. ><
And ZOMG WHAT DOES THE KID NEED HELP WITH?!
*cough* That's better.
-AC
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[Sep. 5th, 2008|12:10 pm] |
Just some re-occurring sucks for you today from a clothing and footwear clearance outlet...
( Sucks in point form! Yay! :D )
I also had a woman come in trying to return a pair of shoes over a year after she bought them. From a shop we don't have any connection with. Her opinion was that they were 'seasonal shoes' and she'd been told she could return them here. No, I'm sorry, they're normal casual shoes we sell everyday of the year, and I doubt anyone would have told you you can return an item to a superstore when you clearly bought it from a retail outlet. Never have we bent the rules, and we most certainly won't be starting with you. You and your husband can yell and scream at me all you fucking want, I don't care. I'm not doing it. Now bugger off.
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| Veal is not vegetarian, you doofus |
[Sep. 4th, 2008|10:52 pm] |
I went down to KFC this evening to get me some dinner, and while waiting for my order to be filled I got to listen to this lady behind me loudly and ignorantly analyze the menu. She seemed.... confused at first, when the girl behind the counter maintained that the wrap-toasty machine was broken, thus they were unable to make toasty-wraps, but they COULD sell her a twister. In the end, it all proved too complicated for her and she ordered a sandwich instead. Hokay.
While she waited for her order, she noticed the promo sign for the new vegetarian KFC sandwich. And she blurted, much to my shock and surprise, "So what's that made of? Veal?"
The counter girl looked at her. I looked at her. The counter girl and I looked at each other. Then came the hemming and hawing about "soy and protiens and... stuff..." because really, what IS in those? But this lady insisted "no, no, I bet it's veal!"
So I said to her "Um. Veal is... cow. Beef. It's not a vegetable. You can't sell a vegetarian sandwich and put meat in it. The vegetarians get really angry and they sue you."
Her response? "No, no, it's veal! KFC has lots of money, they don't care if they get sued!"
...thank God I got my order right then. I smiled at the counter girl, wished her a good night, tucked my chicken under my arm and got the hell out of there. Veal! VEAL! Oh my GOD, what the HELL. |
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[Sep. 5th, 2008|11:27 am] |
Dear Mother of the 4 year old birthday girl,
Do not scream at me when I tell you all our large tables have already been reserved and I cannot accommodate you. It's your own fault for organising a birthday party but not actually booking a table!
When you finally compromised and sat your group of 25 at separate tables, DO NOT then tell us you need a birthday cake! This is what bookings are for! We can not pull one out of our asses!
No love,
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) gigglesqueak
P.S when i was a kid we always booked a table when we went to a restaurant and there was only 6 of us. I don't understand why so many people show up with groups of 15-50 (yes, 50!) and expect to get a table without a booking.
Edit: And another thing. Why, when an entire section of tables is empty, do customers ALWAYS sit at the one dirty table? |
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| ugh customers... |
[Sep. 4th, 2008|06:51 pm] |
small suck yet I get this kind of call maybe once every other two weeks... kinda makes you wonder what other telecommunication companys know...
refresher... customer service phone monkey for a neon US cell phone company
Dear Ma'am:
Please to not be pissed to all hell right of the bat because I'm less-than-perky this morning (today is my 6th day on my new 9am shift, which, after getting off work anywhere from 10pm to 1am the last 2 years is HELLA early) and you've been OMGonyourcellphonewith$OTHERPHONECOMPANY for 3 hours today *coughbullcrap* but pleeeeease bear with me and quit raising your voice after being on the phone for not even 20 seconds. And believe me when I tell you we're not holding your phone number hostage and we're not letting you port out to another company. We can't "release" your phone number because, per FCC regulations, we can't hold it hostage and prohibit another telecommunications company to port out an active phone line! The other company probably has your account number with us or your SSN wrong, thats why its not going through. Plus porting your cell phone number to a landline can take up to 10 days anyway... Yes, I'm stating that I'm sure its just a typo somewhere on the other company's side and they just cant find it. Yes, I'm sure I can't "release" your number, because to do it in the fasion youre describing is systematically impossible. (if I were to "release" her number in our own call center terms pretty much equates to cancelling the line, then the other carrier for sure would not be able to take it over)
Please go to the other carrier with your short temper.
No love,
akishmo |
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[Sep. 4th, 2008|08:07 pm] |
I hate cell phones when someone is in a store/business, pure and simple.
I was working drive thru one day, just taking cash. I did have a headset, but it was wrapped around my neck instead of on my head. (In case worker couldn't pick up the order in time, I would just whip it on and zoom away the order)
So without further ado, here goes my letter.
Dear Mr/Mrs Cell Phone Idiots.
While I am aware that sometimes when I talk to my customers, they think I am talking in the headset. Understandable, as it's probably happened to them. However you see the black headband looking think around my neck? With the random microphone jutting out of it, not even close to my mouth? Do you see that my ears are both very free and I am STARING directly you, holding my hand out and asking "Did you have the double cheeseburger with mac sauce and no onions?"
This means that I am NOT taking orders and am asking YOU some questions. It's fine if I ask you twice and then you realize "hey, that girl is actually talking to me". Again, I get it. A lot of fast food employees don't pay much attention to the customer and the customers do not expect me to be directly talking to them. However...if I have to ask you FIVE TIMES what you ordered...not kosher. I have to ask and verify your order, otherwise you would end up paying for the wrong order (side by side drive thru....best invention evar!!!!!)
About 99% of my customers who are not on the phone get the fact that I am talking to them on the second round. However the brats on their cell phones just continue yacking away, staring straight ahead even though I am going "Sir, excuse me...sir! SIR!!!" (Not yelling, but firmly saying it)
....Die. (again, clarifying so I don't cause people to bitch: I do not mind if I have to repeat myself once. But if I must repeat myself more than four times....BAD!)
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| Oh, Target woes... |
[Sep. 4th, 2008|07:53 pm] |
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Dear disgusting customer (err-- "guest") in the Toy department,
I don't know who you were or what you looked like, but thanks for shitting in your pants and letting it drop to the floor or just flat-out shitting on the floor. Whatever you did, you managed to get a lump of crap on the floor and let someone step in it and drag it along to two more aisles. My coworker and I had a fun time cleaning that up with paper towels and lysol wipes, oh yes.
On an non-sarcastic note, thanks to the man with the little girl who pointed it out to us, because we honestly wouldn't have seen it if he didn't say anything.
With much annoyance,
Your friendly neighborhood Target Team Member. |
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| rawr. |
[Sep. 4th, 2008|07:56 pm] |
I'm a host at a southern-style restaurant, Saltine Crate.
There are only two things that make me mad when it comes to large parties (let's say six or more).
1. When I take your name, and tell you it will be five to fifteen minutes while we get your table ready, the appropriate thing to do is either go outside and sit in the rocking chairs on the front porch or browse around the country store. The inappropriate thing to do is stand like a group of penguins right in front of the dining room. First off, this interrupts the people going to pay at the cash stand. Second off, this interrupts the flow of traffic to the host stand. Most of the time, we can go ahead and seat a party of two to four immediately, and the group is in everybody's way.
2. I also hate it when large parties come and complain to me about their wait. It usually goes something like this:
Party Member: OH MY GOD YOU TOLD US IT WOULD BE FIFTEEN MINUTES AND WE'VE BEEN STANDING HERE FOR ELEVEN!!!!! MINUTES!
Me: Well, we're still locating a table for you. We'll call you to the host stand whenever it's ready. If you'd like, I could provide you some menus to look over. Also, we have a bunch of new sale items in our clearance corner, if you'd like to look around.
Party Member: Fine. *groan* |
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| I mean really.. |
[Sep. 4th, 2008|03:58 pm] |
Restaurant/brewhouse.. yumm..story time:
I was up at the front entering some info into the comps, etc. Guy-A walks out of the bathroom area, comes and stands on the other side of the 'front desk.' So I ask if he's been helped, he ignores me and continues to stand with his back to me. So I brush it off, and continue what I was doing. The other hostess walks up and greets him as well. He ALSO ignores her, so we just give each other looks and continue what we were doing.
Maybe a minute later, he mosies on over directly in front of me so I greet him again and ask if he needed anything. He says no, begins to walk down toward the tables, then stops.. turns around and marches back up.
"Actually! ... I was TRYING to find my party, but you were too busy talking and ignored me. I found them, but you shouldn't be doing that! It's very rude" and walks back off.
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Mind you, he went to join the party of TWENTY which was, from where he was standing, DIRECTLY 30ft to his left. At the, ya know, HUGE table of TWENTY people. Straight to his left, nothing blocking it.
Me and the other hostess were seriously just like wtf.. and then laughed but I mean.. REALLY?! lol |
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[Sep. 4th, 2008|06:50 pm] |
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My store sells some tshirts, and as such we have a small dressing room. Space is limited, so we have a large, full-size mirror directly across from the dressing room. I repeat, the mirror FACES THE DRESSING ROOM, all one must do is face out of the dressing room and pull back the curtain and hello! mirror. I also want to emphasize that we JUST sell TSHIRTS so there is absolutely nothing that would be inappropriate for a customer to step out of the dressing room while wearing it. While the item may not be the most flattering thing ever if it is the wrong size, they would not be nude or made to be embarrassed in any way.
These are some of the awesome things that ensue from customers who do not listen and/or are oblivious
Woman: May I try these on?
Me: *motions to dressing room* Yes, right here
Woman: *walks RIGHT PAST MIRROR and goes into dressing room* what no mirror?!?
Me: Yes its right across from you
Woman: *closes curtain and begins to change* I cant believe there's no goddamn mirror!
Me: The mirror is across from the dressing room
Woman: You know? Fuck this, I'm not buying this if I cant see it
Me: Ma'am there is a mirror ac-
Woman: *interrupting* I KNOW THERES NO MIRROR YOU DONT HAVE TO TELL ME
Me: ...
Woman: *walks right past the mirror and dumps her shirts at the register* I don't want these. you guys need to get a mirror
Me: ......
Man: Is there a changing area?
Me: Yes right over here *points*
Man: Alright. *goes to change* You don't have a mirror?
Me: It's outside the dressing room
Man: I have to LEAVE THE DRESSING ROOM?
Me: Yes but it is directly across from you
Man: *changes back into his clothes, angrily leaves shirt in dressing room and leaves*
Woman in dressing room: I CANT FIND THE MIRROR
Me: it's outside, across from you
WID: WHERE?
Me: outside. go outside the dressing room
WID: I DONT SEE IT.
Me: ...
Really? is it that awful to step out of the dressing room? It's a tshirt, and most people even try them on over the tshirts they are already wearing. Why is this such a tragedy? Is there something horrid I am unaware of?
Another awesome thing is that we currently have a sales bin of shirts, all of which have a red marking on their tags. Yes, the bin is a mix of shirts in all sizes and varieties, but each was carefully chosen to be on sale. It's getting pretty disgusting how many people will come up to the register with a shirt and say it's a sale item and it has no marking and try and argue "well maybe this one wasn't checked." No, sorry. I did those myself. But thanks for playing. |
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| Cell phones |
[Sep. 4th, 2008|05:53 pm] |
Dear customer:
You are getting a tattoo. TURN OFF YOUR CELL PHONE! Also- more annoying than just letting it ring and ring, is actually answering the phone. That is the rudest thing you could ever do. Would you answer your phone in the middle of a physical?
Same goes for anyone getting pierced. Needle in you =/= a good time to answer your stupid phone. |
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| I put it to you, interwebz... |
[Sep. 4th, 2008|10:12 pm] |
...what could possibly possess someone to remove their y-fronts and just leave them in a bathroom that I have to clean?
Answers on a postcard, please.
In other news, my manager told me that if someone who looks like a crack addict goes into the bathroom, I'm to tell someone immediately. You'd be amazed how often that comes up.
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| WTF @ New Place of Employment - Ridiculously Over-Priced Furniture Store |
[Sep. 4th, 2008|04:18 pm] |
Hey everybody! It's been a while since I've posted. I've been doing odd jobs on and off since my resignation from the shack of Radio. I finally found myself here - Ridiculously Over-Priced Furniture Store! I haven't had any sucky customers, or even WTF customers. Today was my first WTF and it was actually pretty scary.
( SHUT UP WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU! )
TL;DR: Guy flips out over me having to call our corporate office to reschedule his delivery. ~_~ |
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