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I have decided that I hate people. We got this new check thingee at work, yeah? This neat it-reads-the-number-on-the-check and puts in a half circle, and then you get to type in the driver's license number. If a number comes up with their name, we are NOT allowed to accept it. We are ALSO not allowed to tell them WHY we cannot accept it. That's all fine and dandy.
This lady comes in, and her check gets a number, so I can't take it. She's all 'it's okay, I have cash' and I'm all 'oh, good, she's gonna be cool about this.' So she pays for her gas with legal tender. Yay. THEN.
She comes in a few minutes later, and says 'Can you give me my cash back and charge it to my credit card?' Which I would do, but I couldn't. The gasoline pumps go through the register. Once it is paid for, I CANNOT refund the money to pay for it in a different method. So I say 'No, ma'am, I can't.' And I explain to her WHY I can't. And then she gets all narrow-eyed and 'I've never HEARD of such a thing. Give me the name and number of your manager.'
Bitch.
So I'm all nice and polite, totally. 'Ma'am, it isn't going to change the fact that I CAN'T do this. Believe me, if I could, I would do it for you.' So, she keeps insisting in this really pissy voice to get my manager's number. So I get it for her, even though I am SO seething. And then I'm all, 'Here you are, ma'am. I'm sincerely sorry about the inconvienence.'
And she says, 'I BET you are.' And walks out.
As if the fucking bitch can even get me in trouble for DOING my JOB. Go get yourself laid, you fucking uptight... *trembles because she's so angry but can't do anything, since it's 1:30 a.m*
I mean, COME ON!! I wasn't doing anything wrong! *sighs* I have come to the conclusion that I am intellectually superior than more than 2/3rds of Conway, AR.
And, to top it all off, a quiz from Cai's journal:
Is this totally me right now, or what?
This lady comes in, and her check gets a number, so I can't take it. She's all 'it's okay, I have cash' and I'm all 'oh, good, she's gonna be cool about this.' So she pays for her gas with legal tender. Yay. THEN.
She comes in a few minutes later, and says 'Can you give me my cash back and charge it to my credit card?' Which I would do, but I couldn't. The gasoline pumps go through the register. Once it is paid for, I CANNOT refund the money to pay for it in a different method. So I say 'No, ma'am, I can't.' And I explain to her WHY I can't. And then she gets all narrow-eyed and 'I've never HEARD of such a thing. Give me the name and number of your manager.'
Bitch.
So I'm all nice and polite, totally. 'Ma'am, it isn't going to change the fact that I CAN'T do this. Believe me, if I could, I would do it for you.' So, she keeps insisting in this really pissy voice to get my manager's number. So I get it for her, even though I am SO seething. And then I'm all, 'Here you are, ma'am. I'm sincerely sorry about the inconvienence.'
And she says, 'I BET you are.' And walks out.
As if the fucking bitch can even get me in trouble for DOING my JOB. Go get yourself laid, you fucking uptight... *trembles because she's so angry but can't do anything, since it's 1:30 a.m*
I mean, COME ON!! I wasn't doing anything wrong! *sighs* I have come to the conclusion that I am intellectually superior than more than 2/3rds of Conway, AR.
And, to top it all off, a quiz from Cai's journal:
Is this totally me right now, or what?