So LJ has risen from the dead. Hallelujah! You don't realise how obsessed you are when deprived of the one thing you spend every waking hour on. Well, actually, I'm not that obsessed but it feels like it.
And then, of course, when LJ resurrected itself my journal had to have been on the remaining two data base clusters that still weren't up. *whimpers*
But I'm back and I had this whole rant to post yesterday but didn't and now can't really remember it.
However, I present to thee:
Reasons why the customers at work are morons (or the numerous ways they piss me off)
- Asking me do I work here when my uniform pretty much gives it away.
- Taking their sweet arse time to move when they can see I'm carrying something heavy.
- When faced with the answer 'no, I'm sorry, we're sold out of that' they go and ask someone else in front of my face (which then becomes rapidly amusing because the person that they ask is new and so comes to ask me the question)
- Treat me like I'm some sort of automated ignorant robot and expect me to know every single thing in store and then reply 'well, you're the shop person' when I say I don't know yeah, well, fuck you lady!
- Getting upset over Christmas reductions like its some sort of personal insult to themselves.
Just some of the reasons behind my general motto of 'I don't like people', usual suspects excluded.
And then, of course, when LJ resurrected itself my journal had to have been on the remaining two data base clusters that still weren't up. *whimpers*
But I'm back and I had this whole rant to post yesterday but didn't and now can't really remember it.
However, I present to thee:
Reasons why the customers at work are morons (or the numerous ways they piss me off)
- Asking me do I work here when my uniform pretty much gives it away.
- Taking their sweet arse time to move when they can see I'm carrying something heavy.
- When faced with the answer 'no, I'm sorry, we're sold out of that' they go and ask someone else in front of my face (which then becomes rapidly amusing because the person that they ask is new and so comes to ask me the question)
- Treat me like I'm some sort of automated ignorant robot and expect me to know every single thing in store and then reply 'well, you're the shop person' when I say I don't know yeah, well, fuck you lady!
- Getting upset over Christmas reductions like its some sort of personal insult to themselves.
Just some of the reasons behind my general motto of 'I don't like people', usual suspects excluded.
Current Mood: 
pissed off
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