happy-sad

note to my coworker

YOU LITTLE SHIT.

You know, I'm the kind of person who gives everyone a chance. It doesn't matter how many bad things I hear; I form my own opinions and respect others who do the same. Nobody likes you and now I see why.

After you had the mofoing GALL to make comments at me regarding my not making the cut in October, got hired instead of me in spite of your horrendous attitude and lack of courtesy/diplomacy/anything resembling social graces, you do NOT have the right to make nicey-nice to my face and then bully me off my machine at lunch so you can play your game from another company on a better system.

I realize my boss values initiative above all else, but is it really such a good thing when you can't interact with the rest of the human race? Taking charge is not everything. I'm tempted to propose a human sacrifice at our next meeting so your hand will shoot up first and and I can gut you like a fish. I wish we could FedEx you to Abu Dhabi or something.

I can't report you, but just so you know, I think your prima donna act is rude and repulsive and hope you get the gout and have to eat lentils for the rest of your life.

hmm

this doesn't seem to be the most active of communities, but maybe everybody's pretty happy now? Pssh, right. anyway.

I work at target, no rough thing, at the electronics department. It's actually a pretty swank and easy job. Except for this one question:

"Do you work here?"

or it's ever popular variant "Do you work in this department?"

Keep in mind, i have to be wearing red and Khaki, like EVERY OTHER WORKER THERE, ANNNNNNND a nametag with a big fat ugly target logo on it like, eight times. and if not in a red shirt, i'm wearing a freakin' RED VEST with the logo on it. At STILL people ask "Do you work here?"

No, Lady, I don't work here. I have ot wear my name on myshirt 'cus if I dont, i forget who I am. It's just a coincidence the store you're currently shopping at has a logo next to it.

No, Ma'am, i don't work here. I just feel that the vest, and especially a red one, is an undervalued and underappreciated member of the clothing world, and I am doing my personal best to try and bring it back into the public eye. Pay no attention to the logo stitched onto my chest that resemble's this store, it is merely coincidental.


And "Do you work in this department"...

No, actually, I just like standing behind the registers here for no particular reason. In all honesty, i'm supposed ot be scrubbing toilets, but talking to brilliant minds like you just seemed to be more fun!


people are so STUPID.
hoodie

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I work in a bookstore. Sometimes I work at the information desk. So, there's this sign, when you walk in, right?:

If the person at the info desk is busy, STARE AT THEM. Creepily. Also, rap knuckles on counter, shuffle uncomfortably, and make a fucking nuisance of yourself until you are acknowledged.

Once acknowledged, no matter how busy info person is, make a point of demanding to know the status of your stupid obscure computer book in as thick an accent as possible. Yell at info person for not offering the same price as the web site. Ignore any protests that info person is busy, or already helping somebody.

You come first and everybody else can fuck off.

If you spot info person without nametag, perhaps carrying food, remember: info person may be on a lunch break, but info people don't need breaks. Your stupid question about books about bird care is more important than them getting goddam five minutes away from you stupid motherfuckers.

Above all else, though, stare. Creepily.


I don't know where this sign is, but man, if I did, I would totally take it down. I hate this policy.

Happy holidays!
hoodie

(no subject)

Hey, remember this community? The my-job-sucks community? I'd just like to point out that now, my job fucking rules. So if you hate your job, you should quit it and find a new one! All right! Seriously!