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Venting Frustration Again
First, let me begin by saying that my job rules. Occasionally I have to talk to someone or even worse, help them with their problems, but all in all I think it rules tits compared to my old job at Sears. But in the past week, I've had to deal with a torrential flood of bullshit. And since I can't make an ass of myself while I'm "on the clock", I am left with two choices. One is bottle it in and put me into a coma by the age of thirty from High Blood Pressure, or rant about it. Since we're talking about me, and your dumb ass is reading this page, the choice I made was obvious.
Yesterday, this old bitch comes through my line and places a few cans of peas on the edge of the counter. Not exactly the smartest move, since there was a full 18 inches of counter space (45 centimeters for you Brits out there) to place the merchandise on. Inevitably, when I reached to grab a can, the slight wind generated by me moving my hand was enough to knock it on the ground. After I finish the transaction, and begin scanning the next person's merchandise, she yells "Hey! Hey!" so I turned around and said "Yes, may I help you (bitch)?" So she demands me to call for my manager. I yell "Laura!" and the old cunt walks off.
After the old bitch leaves, my Assistant Manager, Paula, walks up.
Paula: "You know that old lady who asked for the Manager?"
Me: "Yeah?"
Paula: "She just complained about you."
Me: "What?! Why?"
Paula: "She says you're 'careless.'"
Me: ..... (Urge to destroy world rising...)
Me: "Careless?"
Paula: "Yeah, she says if she hadn't moved, you would've knocked a can onto her foot."
Me: ..... (What a bitch!)
Paula: "Also, she said that last week she was in here and dropped a toolbox on her foot and you didn't say nothing."
Me: "Uh..."
Paula: "What the hell does she expect you to say? 'I'm sorry you dropped something on your foot?' Of course, I didn't say that to her."
Me: "Hahaha, yeah. It's my fault she doesn't have the strength to slide her merchandise all the way onto the counter."
Paula: "Yeah, then she says 'I come here everyday, so you know I ain't a bitch.' Man, I know what neighborhood you come from, lady. You're a bitch."
I would've organized it better than script style, but I don't feel like I can muster up the motivation to do so. End result: I get a complaint for no goddamned reason.
If that weren't a kick in the nuts enough, today I had to deal with even more stupidity. I'm over putting candy on a shelf, and I see a lady walk up with a shopping cart, so I figure "Okay, time to set this down and go scan her items and Collect Teh Money..." when I get over there, I hear some black lady talking loudly to my manager, Laura, so I ignore it (If my Manager is talking to someone, then the situation's probably handled and it's none of my business) and begin to ring the white lady through.
Then, the black lady waltzes up and says "What are you doing? No! You's an asshole! I was here first." To which I replied, "Uh, sorry ma'am, when I got here she was in line." Black bitch continues to run her mouth as follows, "Nuh-uh! I came up here and there was nobody here. Did you not here me yelling for service?" I continue to scan the items and said, "Ma'am, if I don't see you here, how am I supposed to know you're waiting to be checked out? I can't, so I'm sorry but you're gonna have to wait. You weren't in line, your loss." Then, the bullshit train comes into a head-on collision with a gasoline train and the black lady explodes and says "NO! YOU'S A FUCKING ASSHOLE!! CALL YOUR MANAGER UP HERE!! RIGHT NOW, DO IT!! CALL YOUR MANAGER!!" So I yelled "Laura! We have a disgruntled customer up here!"
Laura came up here, rang up her 3 items, gave her the "yeah yeah" routine whilst sounding like she gives a damn, and then pulled me aside and said, "Don't let it get to you. We're gonna be dealing with those kind of idiots from now on." The funny thing... I doubt you could've caught it in text form, but I was being a subtle smartass the entire time the black bitch was yelling at me. The motto of the story is, "The customer is always right, but I always win." Don't ever yell and make a scene at a store and expect to be treated with great customer service the next time you go there. People often make this mistake at their favorite restaraunts and look how much spit they ingest each year!
And the ironic part is, those two incidents were nothing. I shrugged one off, laughed at the other, and went about my day. The incidents that pissed me off are yet to come for you, but are hopefully behind me.
On Friday, we started one of those "Donate a dollar, write your name on a paper, and we tape it on the wall" for St. Jude's Children's Research Hospital. As a sales associate (a.k.a. cashier/glorified janitor), the duty of repetitively asking everyone who comes through my checkout lane to donate a dollar falls upon my shoulders. As of this posting, two people responded in ways that pissed me off.
The first incident was the second person I asked about the donation. I said, "Would you like to donate a dollar to St. Jude's Children's Research Hospital for Cancer ridden children?" and he replied with, "No. Someone needs to donate ME a dollar for once. I'm not made of money!" so I bit my tongue, told him is total, gave him his change, and waited until he left before I muttered, "That little uptight piece of shit!" to the customer standing behind him. Thankfully, the "customer" happened to be a store employee so she just laughed.
Later on the same day, I went through the normal routine with an old woman and she replied, "No. I give all my donations to my church." If this didn't set off your bullshit alarm, then you need to replace the batteries. What the hell kind of response is that? "Oh, I only give my money to a bunch of closeminded losers as a desperate attempt to buy my way into heaven and repent for the last five years of my life after I spend EIGHTY FUCKING YEARS screwing the fellow man over." Isn't that why the whole Lutheran movement got started in the first place?
I hate "born again" Christians for this reason. The realization that they done fucked up finally strikes them, so they act like little boys and girls and try to act like a Christian because they fear the inevitable descent into the Lake of Fire. If Hell really scared you that much, you wouldn't have done those atrocious things throughout your life, would you? I know God isn't picky about repenters, but these people aren't sincere. And even if they think they are, that's because they're trying to use self incentive to keep themselves out of the Oven. There's no reason for this.
Look at me, for instance. I think Judaism, Christianity, Islam, and most other religions are a crock of shit. But I still believe there's a God. I don't sit down and beg for forgiveness when I do something wrong and expect that apologizing to a higher power will override the crime I commited on an earthly level. That's what makes me better than all of you: I think, therefore I am. I just completely used that out of context, but it worked.
My Aunt Loretta is the same as all of those Christian fucks. She let her own sister starve to death but still goes to church every Sunday and expects to be let into Heaven. My dad told me "If she would've called me and said she needed food, I would've brought her something to eat. But she was too dependant on the lies Loretta fed her (i.e. 'I'll be there if you need anything.') and when Loretta didn't answer her phone, my Aunt Ruth sat in her house semi-depressed about the loss of her two kids and didn't eat and then died from malnutrition and, as a result, heart failure.
I never liked her, but it's fucked up that her death is the result of my Aunt Loretta's snoobishness and she still thinks she's better than I am because she's going "to the good place." Pfft, yeah right. If there's a God, he knows what she did to my Aunt Ruth. Even worse, she's trying to get Ruth's only surviving kid to sign over the money he's going to inheret once Ruth's lawsuit for her other kid's death is settled. Her greedy, pompous ass would rot and burn if I had my way, but she still goes to church so she's saved.
Fuck you and your religious views, lady. I'll see you in Hell, and I'll use my demonic influence (Intentional evil has to earn me a spot in Satan's inner circle when I get there) to make your pain twofold.
Well, that's enough for now. Don't bother commenting, I'm not gonna read it anyway.
fuck you, you better take your sweet ass time reading my comment damnit. You are goin to hell bro, i'll see you there haha. I go to church tho, and I hope im saved now, you can't say SHIT about me bein a "religious fuck" tho, you know what im goin thro right now so fuck off before you make a negetive post about me and my inner-gangster has to re-surfice itself, and you know it could happen haha. I'm still a little (ok, alot) pissed about FOX playin my old solo cd, sayin it was linked and etc, i wont go into details, but you know exactly what im talkin about bro. Fuck them. thats why i made me a new SoundClick website: http://www.soundclick.com/lokust239 I want you to fuckin spread the word, even tho your anti-rap. I want every soul alive to know about site, so FOX can at least play my better music haha instead of my old ass fuckin music from when i was like 15. Feel what im sayin? Anyway, im workin my ass off too bro, 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. November 20th was our cousin Johnathon's (prolly mispelled that) birthday. His friends remind me of you and Omen's "inner-sanctum" haha except yall are more..uh... "bout it" as I would say. I dont know if there Emo, or what...you know I was never good at judging the social high school standings, I was the most popular bastard in school, so everyone had to bow to my might anyway remeber? hahaha. He's in a punk band, and his drummer is cousins to the lead singer of KORN. Not like i listen to any of that bullshit anyway, I been listening to the new Ice Cube, and Tech N9ne, along with classics like Jimmy Hendrix, Bob Segar, Pink Floyd, etc. Yes its true, a hard ass white boy from the streets enjoys the classics too, shit, fuck ya mean? I been bumpin that Doors music too, The End makes me feel better, just like Bob Segar's Against The Wind haha "Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends, I found myself further and further from my home and, I guess I lost my way, there was O-So-Many roads.." etc. Yup. Sound familiar bro? haha. Ima go to sleep, 1st day off is 11-21-06, 1st day off since i got hired ahaha. Be safe man, ima call you later bro.
Heh. I thought you were pissed at first. I have a good reason for hating those 90 year old bastards who think they're going to heaven because they "found God" so late in their lives. At least you did it at a young age, and have a large portion of your life to not be a sadistic piece of shit like the people I'm talking about in the article.
though It may not be the same, I too, believe that apologizing for past sin is a load of bullshit; It changes nothing, and people just go out and do it again. I do however believe in atonement, where, though it doesn't cancel out the previous sin, it shows regret and understanding, and also allows the one to feel pain (often related to what the sin caused, a self-created revenge, if you will) in order to understand why one should not cause it.
Though I admit that this may just be an over-exalted form of shock therapy, I believe it is a more accurate form on repentance.
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