Grubby Elbows, Bastard Children, and Bums

[Corvidia]

Seriously. I work in a video game store and we have glass cases to display the systems. Finger prints are matter of course, as are hand prints. But grubby, greasy elbows and forearms on my damn cases?! How do people even *have* those? I ask them not to lean on the glass, they do it anyway. I can't scold them, even though I'd like to. Also, there are children who like to freakin' lick the cases! With as much windex as I use on the glass, I'm sure that can't be good for them.

In the same vein as UncannyValleyGirl's rant, parents of the world, please keep your children under control! I have no idea how many times I've asked a kid to get off the displays or not to stand on the Rockband boxes. Or asked a parent to make their kid stop destroying the game controls, because I swear--your stupid kid broke it, you just bought a $120 Rockband set!
Also, I get really damn tired of being yelled at by angry customers. It's not my fault my manager sold them a scratched game, it's his. There's only so much I can do, frankly, and buffing or replacing it (if you bought the insurance) is about all I can do without loosing my job.

I'm very good at making angry customers happy, but I hate yelling. There's another goddamn thing I HATE--the manager does that shit allll the time! I've had no fewer than three angry customers in the last three days come in with a messed up game and one of them has to call in every weekend because the manager does again and again. I think the only reason that one keeps coming back is that he likes the rest of us and he's been going there for ages.

Also, yes, looking for another job--again. I hate minimum wage jobs. I hate corporations. I really don't want to work for another fucking one, but I probably will have little choice in my cookie-cutter town.

Or kill me.

[Thurnez Isa]

Take pictures of yourself in your underwear, get a webpage and put them on it.
Then get a paypal account and claim that the next pictures will be without the underwear if you get XXX amount of dollars donated in XXX amount of time... Then thank me later...

[Murmur]

I like it when the kids are on leashes... but licking the glass?  That's a new one!

[Rumckle]

"The snozberries taste like snozberries"

[Jenne]

When I worked at my brother's clothing boutique a while back, cleaning the jewelry case the register sat on was always an icky chore.  Young hawt babes are just as gross, let me tell you.  And you should see they way they leave dressing rooms!

PEOPLE are rude.  Period.  Managers, kids, parents, teens, young adults.  THEY ALL SUCK.

Retail workers of the world, you have my pity and compassion--service industry jobs are about seeing the underbelly of any class...it's nasty, gross and quite frankly, I think sometimes I'd rather clean toilets than deal with fucked up customers and their whines, manipulations and threats.

[P3nT4gR4m]

I hate the public. Srsly. I worked with those useless bastard things for two fucking years. Never again.

[Rumckle]

Retail workers of the world, you have my pity and compassion--service industry jobs are about seeing the underbelly of any class...it's nasty, gross and quite frankly, I think sometimes I'd rather clean toilets than deal with fucked up customers and their whines, manipulations and threats.

I used to clean offices, now I work at a department store, I liked my old job alot better.


Edited to annoy Nigel.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Working retail for 13 years gave me my sense of humor, and my bitterness.

[Corvidia]

I generally like most people, so I don't mind dealing with about 70% of them. The parents, when they come in sans children, are usually ok. It's when they have their uncontrolled children with them that I want to throttle them. It's that 30% who leave people grease on the glass or scream at me when I wasn't the one who sold them the game. If they were yelling at the manager, I'd totally root for them.

Also, I'm going to add my bum of a manager to this list of things at work that piss me off. I'll open and there is people grease that has congealed over night. It's disgusting! I've discovered that it's best to let the windex soak a little--otherwise it pulls at the paper towel a little when I wipe it up. If the store looks like shit, it's because he closed the night before, guaranteed.
He leaves food in the back for days--no wonder we have cockroaches! I freaked out the first time I found one in one of the accessory bins. I left a note on the wall, which he tore down, asking people to clean up after themselves. It's almost exclusively him, frankly.

The DM is no better. The manager's best friend is his girlfriend (who's also a manager at another store). A friend of mine who used to work with me and I called him about the bugs and also told him the manager never does anything. He texted my manager as soon as he got off the phone with us and told him exactly what we said and told him who it was that had called him.


However, while I look for another job I'm going to make him miserable. In the tradition of others before me, I'm hiding his shit (ie, his stupid ass My Little Pony doll now rests behind the refrigerator). He's short, so I'm putting everything up really high. On my last day, I'm going to take everything another friend and I hid and leave it on his desk, along with a pamphlet explaining exactly what his drug of choice does to the human body (did I mention he comes in on ecstasy?).

[Template]

However, while I look for another job I'm going to make him miserable. In the tradition of others before me, I'm hiding his shit (ie, his stupid ass My Little Pony doll now rests behind the refrigerator). He's short, so I'm putting everything up really high. On my last day, I'm going to take everything another friend and I hid and leave it on his desk, along with a pamphlet explaining exactly what his drug of choice does to the human body (did I mention he comes in on ecstasy?).

Contaminate the hidden things with something objectionable or lethal, such as itching powder.  (When hiding them.)

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

A friend of mine who used to work with me and I called him about the bugs and also told him the manager never does anything. He texted my manager as soon as he got off the phone with us and told him exactly what we said and told him who it was that had called him.

I  think you mean "ex-friend".

[Triple Zero]

A friend of mine who used to work with me and I called him about the bugs and also told him the manager never does anything. He texted my manager as soon as he got off the phone with us and told him exactly what we said and told him who it was that had called him.

I  think you mean "ex-friend".

read the entire paragraph again, I think he meant that the DM did the informing, not the friend with which Laughtrack called the DM to talk about the bugs.

[Corvidia]

A friend of mine who used to work with me and I called him about the bugs and also told him the manager never does anything. He texted my manager as soon as he got off the phone with us and told him exactly what we said and told him who it was that had called him.

I  think you mean "ex-friend".

read the entire paragraph again, I think she meant that the DM did the informing, not the friend with which Laughtrack called the DM to talk about the bugs.

Fix'd.
Also, Zero is correct. The friend and I (she's also a she) called the DM, and the DM texted the manager, naming names and complaints.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

A friend of mine who used to work with me and I called him about the bugs and also told him the manager never does anything. He texted my manager as soon as he got off the phone with us and told him exactly what we said and told him who it was that had called him.

I  think you mean "ex-friend".

read the entire paragraph again, I think she meant that the DM did the informing, not the friend with which Laughtrack called the DM to talk about the bugs.

Fix'd.
Also, Zero is correct. The friend and I (she's also a she) called the DM, and the DM texted the manager, naming names and complaints.

Ohhhh that makes more sense.

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

Man, I remember going to game stores with my kid.

I'd see all the other little booger faced brats running all over the place and doing exactly what Laughtrack was complaining about and mine would dare try anything and no matter how noisy it was I always knew his noise from the others and would go:

and he would shrivel into a little ball and stop it.

Also: he had a leash in crowded places like the mall. It was blue.
(in fairness he had a habit of sliding out of "the death grip" and jetting off toward toys or candy)
VIVA LA KID LEASH!