and also, if out of the three sets of steps on campus down to the terrace, only one of them is open, please please PLEASE don't stand there, in a group of 9 people, at the top, not moving, even for those who blatantly can't get past because you've left about 4 inches for them to squeeze through. and if that's me, please please don't say under your breath how fat i am. you fucking bitch. you can be pushed down the fucking stairs next time, and then i'll say, "oh, i;m sorry, i'm too fat for that space, lets try moving next time shall we".

Lol!
You should.

trust me. i will. i was SO pissed off by that.

Dear people who phone:

Stop -- fucking -- phoning! You are seriously pissing me off, like when I am in the bathroom or trying to do my work or watch tv. Stop -- fucking -- phoning -- every -- single -- fucking -- minute.

Oh and when I do pick up the phone HAVE THE FUCKING DECENCY NOT TO HANG UP ON ME YOU FUCKING SHIT-HEADS, especially when I am EXPECTING AN IMPORTANT CALL! FUCK YOU FOR WASTING MY TIME, AND IF I HAD ASSASSINS I'D HAVE THEM BREAK YOUR FINGERS AND HANDS BEFORE RIPPING OUT YOUR BLASTED TONGUES SO THAT YOU NEVER TALK AGAIN! Before they terminate you, that is.

The same goes for the rest of those people for charities and everything ... only maybe a quicker demise would be better, if I am in a more merciful mood. Who do you think you're fooling?

I swear, if I had my own place, the phoneline would be disconnected at key times. Like most of the time.

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Originally posted by Marvinmarymac:
Plus English is only one of several languages he uses and he occassionally has to think about it before he speaks.

Gah. That drives me crazy. People hear I speak with an accent, they're like, "forget it", and huff away to ask somebody else. So FYI:

1- I know the store better than most others, so whatever I tell you's probably going to be true. Others will call me once you ask them anyway.
2- I may do so with an accent, but I speak better English than you do, you goddamn pretentious asshole.

when i hear a song in a movie that i REALLY like, and i get the song afterwards, and the lyrics are different.

GOD DAMN CHRISTMAS TREE LIGHTS!!!!!!

Fucking corporate people thinking the week before christmas is a good time to come visit our store, and expect it to be all nice and clean and full. like we have time. we're busy with customers, dude. it's christmas.

fucking moron.

Please people, I realise your conversations are important. But have the damn courtesy to HANG UP YOUR CELL PHONE when you come to the till. You know something? Unless it's an emegercy medical call (in which case why the hell are you in a drug store instead of on your way to the hospital?)chances are the person you're talking to will STILL BE THERE in five minutes.

Clerks are human, despite the fact that we wear uniforms and get stuck behind a counter. We are not fucking robots who exist only to ring in your items while you babble on the phone...if you DO choose to stay on the phone, don't you dare glare at me or roll your eyes at me if the till dares to be loud or if I ask you if you want a bag or have a loyality card...I'm sorry I'm interuppting your oh-so-precious-cannot-be-put-off-long-enough-to-be-a-decent
-and-respectful-person-to-another-human-being phone call by doing my job. Hang the fuck up or live with it...

One day I will just reach across and rip the phone off your ear...or see how you feel if I ignore YOU to chat with my fellow clerks...

one day we had a college kid apply to michaels, she handed me the application without saying a word to me or even looking at me, she was so intent on her cell phone conversation. the application went straight to the bin.

ok., tonight's pet peeve. if you want to buy shopping, don't wait until the store closing announcement has happened, wait another 10 minutes, then come to my till. specially if there's two of you, who still haven't really decided what you want. i'll serve the first one. but if the second one decides she wants something on the other side of the store, and that she'll wander off, slowly and aimlessly, to find it, then comes back 5 minutes later, don't expect me not to have closed the till. when i tell you the store has been closed for 10 minutes, don't look at me like i've just grown another head out of my left nostril. don't expect me to reopen for you, or indeed for anyone else to do so. then don't try complaining about me. we ALL want to go home. the fact that you're too slow and stupid to get your stuff within 10 minutes ISN'T MY FRICKING PROBLEM AND I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK.

Thank you.

we now return you to your regularly scheduled broadcast.

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Please people, I realise your conversations are important. But have the damn courtesy to HANG UP YOUR CELL PHONE when you come to the till. You know something? Unless it's an emegercy medical call (in which case why the hell are you in a drug store instead of on your way to the hospital?)chances are the person you're talking to will STILL BE THERE in five minutes.

Ditto Jas. I can't tell you how many times I saw that while doing sales and retail, and it always got to me. And you know, it's one thing if you're in the middle of dealing with a customer, they look at the phone, and say "Sorry, but I have to take, this, just give me a minute". That I can live with. What I couldn't stand were these people who would walk into the store with the phone glued to their ear, and expect you to help them while they chat away. What especially used to get me is if they don't even look directly at you but give that come hither hand gesture while they're yakking. Ugh!

And what really never ceases to astonish me is that working in the bank I still see it sometimes. Most peoplehave the decency to say to the person, "Look, I'm in the bank I'll give you a call back", or just put the phone to the side for a minute, but some others... I don't get exactly how people expect you to accurately do what they need and look after their finances when they can't even be bothered to tell you what they need in regard to either. *Shakes head*

I feel your pain, people! Try getting a food order from someone who's talking on their mobile and don't even bother say "Wait a second" and then order. Nooooo, they have to go on and on while your standing there with your notepad like you have nothing else to do or other tables to tend to, they haven't even LOOKED at you in the face, and when you politely (and in whispers, you don't want to dsisturb their fucking chatting) suggest to come back a bit later when they're free, they just do that thing with their hand to mean "Nah, just wait there". I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING SLAVE!!!

Also, people who answer "yes" whatever it is you're asking them "How is everything?" "Yes", "Would you like tea or coffee?" (When you're holding a pot of each in each of your hands and very obviously offering them a choice) "Yes" "Er, I mean, would you like to have tea, or would you prefer coffeee" "Yes!". Fuck off and omce back when you've learned how to listen.

AND
Customers, when three of you ask me for you bill at the same time (and I still have three other tableS), there's going to be priorities. Your time is valuable to you, yes, but guess what, I only have two arms and two legs. If I am clearing one table and on my way to the kitchen someone waves their bill and credit card in the air in front of me and pratically hitting me in the face with it, and I take it, it doesn't mean I can take yours too and your money, coz their bill is already clutched by my armpit. Unless you want me to take your money from you with my teeth, you're going to have to wait 5 FRIGGING MINUTES until I come back with full use of my hands.
And don't you DARE pile your plates in a mess and put them in a corner by the table, look at me pointedly like I'm some lazy servant who is neglecting her duties and then make a face when I un-pile them so I can actually carry them and have to leave some of them behind (no, I cannot carry 6 plates at once, shockingly).

The waiters I get when I eat out would never stand for it...they're a pretty nasty lot, most of them, in a nice way!

Do you work in a fast food chain?

Argh!
Mom, it's not my fault you don't have anyone to talk to except me.

So don't speak onto my answering machine in a passive, resigned victim's voice, asking me whether I'm still alive.

If you wanna speak to me, call me at work, for Chrissakes!
And get yourself some friends so I'm not the only one you can tell your little problems and annoyances to.

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Originally posted by onions:
Do you work in a fast food chain?

I work in a family restaurant grill kind of place in a shopping centre, so people are always in a hurry and very demanding. The managers are cool though so when a customer complaints they know it's them being nasty, not your fault, so that's cool.
(Before that, I was in a posh/trendy restaurant, where customer's were the most important thing and you had to fully apologise and bend head over heels to please people all the time.)
Sorry to say that, but as much as British people are otherwise very polite and nice and lovely, as customers they're a fucking pain in the arse. They think eating out is like hiring your own personal chef and waiting staff -they expect you to fulfill every stupid desire and equest they have, however unrealistic. I don't know, I would never EVER go to a fancy restaurant and ask them to change stuff from the menu, or ask for ketchup/brown sauce/mayonaise/mustard when ordering a 15 pound (as in money) fillet steak. Or ask them to take my food off the bill just coz I didn't like it (not because of a mistake, for example).

Don't complain/preach to me about the store's lack of "proper Christmas cards" meaning *religous* Christmas cards. Don't say to me in a put out resigned voice "I've given up on actually finding anything to do with the Birth of Christ". I understand and respect that your faith is incredably important to you - however I have better things to do with my time than discuss the ins and outs of a poli-religious society with you...and the so-called lack of recongition of the most majorly recongised religion in this area of the country.

If you wanted a certain kind of Christmas card, you shouldn't be shopping for them FIVE DAYS before Christmas. We sell out, live with it.

And if you really want to get going, you probably wouldn't be too happy with my beliefs anyway...you *are* aware that you live in the city that has the most pagans/witches per capita in the country aren't you? Don't assume my beliefs are yours..or that I want to discuss it. I'm on work time...I cannot and will not discuss personal/religious/political beliefs OR listen to complaints about them UNLESS you are one of my regular costumers who actually knows me...

Have a nice day...

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Concert goers.
When Glenn Hansard stands up and says, 'This is probably the quietest song we'll play all night, so take a step forward in your heads' he is, very nicely, telling you to SHUT THE HELL UP!!!

Unfortunately he's too nice to say in words short enough for you culchies wee shites to understand.
I will kill one of you one day. I really will.

(Also, if you can't stay put for the full set, don't try and get back to where you were mid-song. Some of us had the brains to go to the loo before the concert started, you can just damn well stay there at the back.)

To store manager mrs X at expensive store x.
My dear sweet woman. Your lady store clerk, who has only just started this week, was completely polite and correct. She tried to work out a problem with one of your products with courtesy.
When she asks you a question politely,you don't snub her by saying -in front of the client- "couldn't you have done that yourself?!"
You don't ignore the client and snap at the lady-clerk: "We don't take returns even in cellophane even with the reciept" and then, still ignoring the client, stomp off leaving the poor clerk to deal with the customer, who by now is in shock.
I really hope the lady-clerk is in a position to leave your store and get employment in one where the managers don't go on like it's 1930 and it should be a fucking honour for us customers to be in your store.
Poor lady-clerk. She didn't know where to look, you bitch!

Eh, that's nasty. Customers come and go, but if your boss sucks...

BTW; do you guys know http://www.customerssuck.com? Another place to get lost in.