I am at /Steph's party and I've had a full 4LOKO, which i have never had in one night at once and shit, BUT I AM TOTALLY OKAY. I'm using proper punctuation and shit. I am so fucking rad dudes, seriosly. SERIOUSLY. FUCK.
more later. drunk blogging is fun. I fucking rock shit. I won kings cup. fuck yes, guys. fuck yes.
oksay i have t go go because this is steph's netbook and i am borrowing while the guys are playing beer pong and she is walking android--her dog., yes, she named her dog android. i know. weird. fucking what?
i have ti go and get off before she comes back. she is looking at jobs and applying for them cause she was fired friday. applying drunk is not a good idea but shes smart so she's probably okay.
This week, there is only one Retail-bullshit story. But it's a doozy...
Friday. 10 mins before my lunch. I’m hurrying down a main aisle with a heavy flat (A large stack of patio chairs for a guest, more on that later) when what should occur? A nine-year-old kid is shoved right in front of this (probably 200 lbs.) of plastic and metal, forcing me to come screeching to a stop so that I don’t literally bulldoze over him. Immediately I start to come around the flat to ask him if he’s okay, ect. when—evidently his mother, but let’s call her Crazy Bitch—barges up to me from the aisle her kid was just shoved out of.
"I’m so sorry! I didn’t see him there, luckily I stopped in time!" I say.
She waves it off, “Don’t worry, I told him to stand out there and make you stop”
Told him to stand there my ass, you practically threw him in front of me. "Uhm, pardon? Ma’am, I could have hit him and hurt him!"
CB gives me that ‘are you an absolute moron?’ condescending look and says, “Well, you didn’t, so that’s the important thing. Besides, how else was I going to get you to stop? You were ignoring me”
How do I tell you that you’re a fucking idiot? Because 1. When moving large heavy objects in a timely manner, so that the guest waiting for them isn’t pissy, I tend to focus on my task so I can get it done ASAP. and 2. Who would have thought that large hunks of plastic and metal, when being wheeled high speed on a flat can be quite noisy and drown out the shrieks of a Crazy Bitch?! Gee.
Trying not to internally implode, I say, “Oh, sorry about that Ma’am, is there anything I can help you with?” not like I was already doing something, or there aren’t people already in this department that will actually know the answer to your question, you Crazy Bitch! But I will smile, smile, smile, and ask you anyway even though the smile is mostly coming from my fantasy of ax-murdering you.
"YES. That’s. Why. I. Stopped. You."
Excuse me? Really? Like attitude is reaaaally going to make me help you faster, or give me the ability you read your fucking mind, hosebeast?! You didn’t tell me what you wanted yet, otherwise I would be hopping to it in order to get you the fuck outta my sight!
She continues. “My son wants this game for his birthday, but it’s in the case”
"Oh, well I don’t have the electronics keys" FUCKING OBVIOUSLY “So, let me just call someone over on the walkie—”
Before I can do anything, she rapid-fires a question at me; “But it’s also 5$ cheaper on (Store).com”
Okay? Cool story bro, “I see…?”
She gives me that same ‘are you a moron?’ stare, “SO I should get a discount!”
"Um, no Ma’am, it doesn’t work that way. Because (store).com has a different distribution center than us, they might have more backstock they need to move quickly; and thus they’ll have different promotions than us going on. If you want to buy the game at that price, I suggest that you order it online, as we can’t discount it for you"
"But his birthday’s tomorrow. I can’t order it. I want the discount here!"
*I re-explain the entire thing*
"I want to see your manager! This is retarded! I’ve been a customer here for blahblah years, I know blahblah at corporate!”
OH NO Crazy Bitch did not just use an abelist slur! What. The. Actual. Fuck.
That shit is not okay. You do not get away with that. Having a learning disability and being grouped in with the ‘retarded’ and ‘special’ kids, this really makes my blood boil—and the fact that she’s talking like that in front of a young kid! So I’m now hiding very thinly-veiled anger under a sugar-sweet patronizing voice. ”LOD, please come to aisle E-blah; a guest would like to speak with you. And whomever has the electronics keys, please come as well”
As soon as my department lead (luckily it’s Awesome LOD who responds) appears, the woman proceeds to pretty much loose her shit. She acts like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum; in front of her damn kid. She starts saying things like I was ignoring her, tried to hit her kid with the flat, that I was doing my best to be unhelpful when she finally did catch me, and that I didn’t know how to do my job because I was ‘unfamiliar with the store policy of price matching’ (We do not price match! We never have! that’s Wallmart, you twat!).
My LOD repeats the exact same thing I said earlier about our online vs. store differences; but she won’t even listen because she’s too busy complaining about me. At this point, I was hugely upset and had no idea weather to cry or vomit on the vile woman.
I had no idea what do do, or if my LOD was buying her bullshit about me, so I was afraid I’d loose my job, and even if I didn’t—the guest I was delivering chairs to in the first place would be pissed because CB was keeping me from doing it!
This gem, verbatim (I remember it oh-so clearly) comes out of her mouth: “If you’re going to hire lazy retarded people that refuse to do what they’re told, then I’m never shopping here again!”
WHAT. DID. YOU. JUST. SAY?!
"Ma’am, I have a learning disability called Dyscalculia."
It shot out of my mouth before I could even think about it. While it may have been a bit much in front of my boss, I thought that somehow it would make her rebuck her tone.
But wait, it doesn’t end there: CB goes on to accuse me of lying because 'there was nothing wrong with my face and I wasn't drooling'.
It was utterly unbelivable. I wanted to beat the shit out of the woman then and there, and my LOD must have seen the fire in my eyes because he quickly told me to go up to guest service to finish delivering the chairs.
I’ve made it known to my HR rep about my disability and the conditions of it, once they saw I was having difficulties on a register, but I’m not sure weather or not any of the LODs knew about it to begin with. But, I was happy to learn later, that CB had left the store promising to never shop there again.
Even though she was a major asshat, I’m still nervous one of the LODs will put me at fault instead of defending my actions to CB. No one’s said anything about it yet, so I can only cross my fingers…
ANYWAY, NOW I’M OFF TO WORK TO DEAL WITH THE SAME SHIT OVER AND OVER AGAIN! THANKS FOR SHOPPING WITH US!
…Me? Welp, currently I have a boyfriend, but women appeal to me about an equal amount as men do. I wouldn’t really say I’m Bisexual, I don’t really know how I would define my sexuality, but it’s more about who the person is than their genitalia. At least for me. Labeling myself just makes things more complicated, and I don’t want to conform myself to liking only a certain gender when there are so many out there. Bottom line, it’s about attraction and not the person’s sex. Gender doesn’t really matter. Hell, I had a crush on Candy Darling for awhile.
That being said, pretty sure I could never bring anyone except a boy home to meet my parents :/
Joseph Gordon-Levitt …Cast As… John Blake- A new Gotham detective who joins Commissioner Gordon’s squad to catch the Batman.
Now, and maybe this is just because I want it so hard, but this ~could be~ a launching board for The Riddler. (Shut the fuck up and let me finish)
Original origin in comics, “Edward Nigma” is a dude obsessed with puzzles stemming from a childhood contest; and he goes through most of his life as a carnie enjoying tricking people out of their money. Wanting a bigger adversary, as the Batman appears in Gotham, Ed decides to become The Riddler to challange Batman (beliving him a worthy opponent).
In the Nolanverse, I fully suspect John to be entirely normal and unnassuming during the entirity of the movie—except with his outrageous growing desire to find out the identity of Batman: which is Also the driving motive of The Riddler. Ultimately, The Riddler is a genius, albeit one with a pretty huge ego—which is the typical shtick for the “everyone loves-to-hate” policeman character. (Also the basis for House. Coincidence?! But I digress…)
Anyway; you can picture this young, cocky, genius-cop who’s switched to Gordon’s squad to catch Batman, can you not? You can see the possibility of him going sliii~ghtly off-kilter when the Batman’s real identity escapes him, can you not? You can see an ending (similar to Bat Begins) where a new villian by the moniker of The Riddler sends a challenge to bats, can you not?
Man, The Deathly Hallows would have been so much better if Harry and Hermione had finally come to their senses about how much of a giant useless liability Ron was and just quietly killed him in the woods and used his body for rations for the rest of their trip.
this chill as shit chick just offered me to be their roommate at 200$ a month, including utilities (but not electric, which they said they will pay), and they will ALSO pay for the lease if we sign by the end of the month.
holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck my prayers are answered!
but, it’s on the west side and pretty far from my job, and my boyfriends house. although my future roomie said it would be whatever if he spent the night alot and junk.
holy fucking shit
and i make roughly 450$ a month—assuming that my paychecks are the absolute worst they could be that ~hypothetical~ month, which never happens anyway. SO I COULD AFFORD RENT, 100$ CAR INSURANCE, AND 100$ FOR FOOD/GAS—AND PROBABLY HAVE EXTRA LEFT OVER FOR SAVINGS/FUN. not to mention the 300$ i have in my savings already.
nothing definite yet, have to look at the place and talk to the chick about rules and what furniture she’s bringing to the table—but AWW YEAH I CAN GET OUT OF HERE!!
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