Things that piss you off

[paoo]

My dad, who I constantly fight with. I can't wait until I can move to my own house.

 

[Mormz]

WHEN THERE IS NO COKE

Druggie.

Why couldnt I have just been born a Gringo like you lucky folk? =[

Aw, it's k. You can always become a gringo if you try.

My mother stealing my car.
Jesus christ, there are three to pick from, wtf is so great about my little shitmobile?

It causes you distress. A parents idea of a joke.

 

[A]

Having to wake up to the sounds of dogs barking.

 

[Cthulhu]

Accidentally leaving frozen ground meat in the microwave for too long, cooking it and making it dry .

 

[grrlZOMBIE]

Cheap toilet paper.

 

[Celes Chere]

Not getting to see Nin tomorrow!

 

[Cat Rage Room]

The FF7 Love Triangle Debate.

 

[wayfarer]

Seriously, it's a battle between a corpse and a pair of HUUUUGE boobies.

 

[Joker]

Aw, it's k. You can always become a gringo if you try.

Okay, this made me laugh because it brought the following phrase to mind - "I want to be a REAL boy!" (Pinnochio)


People who cut you off when you're trying to talk to them. Not a big deal if it's once or even twice, but when they repeatedly do it, speak over you, etc., it's frustrating as hell.

Inability to fix connection problems.

Worrying about all the things I need in order to get my own place. Good Lord, I can already tell I'm gonna fail miserably and fall flat on my face.

 

[kenobi]

Cramps.

 

[paoo]

People who are FAKE.

 

[Ⓐaron]

being really fucking sick.

yeah that.

 

[CK]

yeah that.

been like the 4th time this year and my second chest infection. Also think i'm getting my asthma back which I haven't had for years.

 

[Bex]

Also think i'm getting my asthma back which I haven't had for years.

My sympathies. >;

 

[SoulReaper]

People bitching all the time about their Girl/Boyfirends. Break the fuck up already instead of whining!

 

[Joker]

That's a bit insensitive... =/

I really, really hate it when people repeatedly wake me up by texting and calling, particularly when they know just how much I hate being woken up.

 

[Shademp]

The notion that gods and angels actually exist. If they do exist, I think I have a war to wage.

 

[Cthulhu]

Fat, loud chick. Worse, fat, loud chick with her whole family, which is also made up out of loud, fat chicks and a fat bloke .

 

[Old Nan]

Cat fleas.

 

[Ravynne Nevyrmore]

My coworker. Holy fuck, this lady. She is unpleasant, uncooperative, aggressive to the point of being antagonistic, and downright unprofessional. She is rude to customers and does nothing but complain. When she is "polite" it is in the most phony voice ever. She acts like people are imposing hugely upon her when asked to do things that are well within what is expected of her. The only way I can possibly fathom that this woman still has a job is that she must be sleeping with the CEO, and that's only if he's a deaf mute.

Yesterday I was in an hour before she came in. There were already 3 of us in the department, so it was rather crowded staffing-wise. As she was putting her purse down behind the register with her back facing the fitting room, I was also standing near the register doing something else and a girl came out of the fitting room and walked up to the register with a bunch of clothes in her hands. Since Bitchface was just settling in, one girl was ringing another customer at the other register, and the fourth associate was somewhere else, I greeted the customer, punched my number into the register, and asked if she was all set.

Bitchface fucking flipped her shit.

"Were you helping her?!"

I blinked and looked around a bit to see if there was something that had slipped my notice, like another associate standing next to her or greeting her like they had already been working together. Nope.

"I, uh, am now?"

The customer actually answered, "Yeah, she was," though I honestly couldn't remember if I had already greeted this woman already or assisted her in any way. We work in a busy place. She was probably lying for my sake. Regardless, Bitchface had just gotten in and certainly had not been assisting the customer already.

So the customer hands me a bunch of clothes that she asks me to take because they're the ones she decided against, and she still has like 3-5 items in her other hand that she's planning to buy. As I take the discarded items from her, Bitchface huffs and puffs and says, "Well I'm putting my number in!" She cancels the transaction I've opened and punches her own number into the register.

I seriously gawked at her. "Oooookay." The customer had a pretty wtf look too but handed her items to Bitchface regardless. I set the items she had decided against on the register next to my coworker. "I'll let you put these away, then."

Then I walked away and did something else for the rest of the day.

Here's the kicker: WE ARE NOT ON COMMISSION. IT DOES NOT FUCKING MATTER WHO RINGS WHAT CUSTOMER.

It matters only when they look to see how much you've sold for the day, the week, the month, the year, whatever, and they pat you on the head and say "what a good little salesperson you are." It matters only in that the top highest sellers of the day are posted on the meeting notes the next morning, as well as things like who sold the most per hour and whatnot. But do those numbers affect how much money we make or whether or not we get to keep our jobs? Only perhaps in the most extreme cases, but that really isn't possible in the department I work in, and she is not at any such risk—nor am I. The difference is that I realize that people are more important than numbers.

What's worse is that the way she behaves makes customers think we're on commission, and then they probably think that everything we say to them is motivated by money, so we look like assholes. No, it doesn't matter at fucking all how much they spend when we ring them up. I have had to apologize to customers for this woman's behavior on more than one occasion already, and I have only been working with her since June.

If life were on the internet, I'd swear this woman is a troll.

 

[Fairheartstrife]

Uber long posts, bitching with waaaaaay too much information.

 

[Alex]

Fairheartstrife.

 

[Joker]

My coworker. Holy fuck, this lady. She is unpleasant, uncooperative, aggressive to the point of being antagonistic, and downright unprofessional. She is rude to customers and does nothing but complain. When she is "polite" it is in the most phony voice ever. She acts like people are imposing hugely upon her when asked to do things that are well within what is expected of her. The only way I can possibly fathom that this woman still has a job is that she must be sleeping with the CEO, and that's only if he's a deaf mute.

Yesterday I was in an hour before she came in. There were already 3 of us in the department, so it was rather crowded staffing-wise. As she was putting her purse down behind the register with her back facing the fitting room, I was also standing near the register doing something else and a girl came out of the fitting room and walked up to the register with a bunch of clothes in her hands. Since Bitchface was just settling in, one girl was ringing another customer at the other register, and the fourth associate was somewhere else, I greeted the customer, punched my number into the register, and asked if she was all set.

Bitchface fucking flipped her shit.

"Were you helping her?!"

I blinked and looked around a bit to see if there was something that had slipped my notice, like another associate standing next to her or greeting her like they had already been working together. Nope.

"I, uh, am now?"

The customer actually answered, "Yeah, she was," though I honestly couldn't remember if I had already greeted this woman already or assisted her in any way. We work in a busy place. She was probably lying for my sake. Regardless, Bitchface had just gotten in and certainly had not been assisting the customer already.

So the customer hands me a bunch of clothes that she asks me to take because they're the ones she decided against, and she still has like 3-5 items in her other hand that she's planning to buy. As I take the discarded items from her, Bitchface huffs and puffs and says, "Well I'm putting my number in!" She cancels the transaction I've opened and punches her own number into the register.

I seriously gawked at her. "Oooookay." The customer had a pretty wtf look too but handed her items to Bitchface regardless. I set the items she had decided against on the register next to my coworker. "I'll let you put these away, then."

Then I walked away and did something else for the rest of the day.

Here's the kicker: WE ARE NOT ON COMMISSION. IT DOES NOT FUCKING MATTER WHO RINGS WHAT CUSTOMER.

It matters only when they look to see how much you've sold for the day, the week, the month, the year, whatever, and they pat you on the head and say "what a good little salesperson you are." It matters only in that the top highest sellers of the day are posted on the meeting notes the next morning, as well as things like who sold the most per hour and whatnot. But do those numbers affect how much money we make or whether or not we get to keep our jobs? Only perhaps in the most extreme cases, but that really isn't possible in the department I work in, and she is not at any such risk—nor am I. The difference is that I realize that people are more important than numbers.

What's worse is that the way she behaves makes customers think we're on commission, and then they probably think that everything we say to them is motivated by money, so we look like assholes. No, it doesn't matter at fucking all how much they spend when we ring them up. I have had to apologize to customers for this woman's behavior on more than one occasion already, and I have only been working with her since June.

If life were on the internet, I'd swear this woman is a troll.

Been there. That shit is annoying as FUCK.

Big ups on the good exit, tho.

 

[wayfarer]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jKMs0Ubam_w

^This.

 

[Max Payne]

My own incompetence pisses me off.

I swear, sometimes I think I have some sort of learning disability.