lord have mercy...
3/7/17 11:32 pmToday was crazy-ass crazy day at the old Red Bulls-eye Satan fitting room. I had a complaint lodged against me, for no reason that I can see. I had so many people look at me like I'd arbitrarily decided to make their day more difficult. Children took time today to practice being little bitches on a safe adult, adults practiced being assholes on someone they mistakenly think is required to take their bullshit. Okay, so I can't lean close and say, "You are a fucking pain in my ass and I'm thinking a bigot." No, I have to let my eyes say that. A half-smile and a slight roll of the eyeballs says plenty. Or coming to a complete stop, smiling wide and saying,"Suuuuure." to their stupid little requests.
I'm astounded all over again at how many people have claustrophobia. Here's a tip, asshole--if you tell me in a conversational tone of voice that you are suffering from this problem, if you try to, y'know, not *shout* it at me, or stamp your little feet, or give me a look full of challenge, I will show you to a large fitting room without question. If you ae obviously struggling--broken bones, back pain, pregnant, you are automatically getting the big room. But here's what you can't have, no matter how much you glare at me in hatred--you cannot go into the wheelchair accessible room because your ass doesn't need it.

I said NO
WTFuck? Why do people want that damn room? What the hell? The door opens outwards, that's *it*. That's the only difference between the family fitting rooms and the wheelchair accessible ones--that and maybe a foot more of space. *smh*
I'm leaving them in June. I intend to dedicate the rest of my life to painting tiny watercolors of kittens and flowers. Maybe I'll join one of those senior art classes, make little ceramic penis vases, maybe little ring dishes shaped like vaginas. I'm looking forward to it.
I'm astounded all over again at how many people have claustrophobia. Here's a tip, asshole--if you tell me in a conversational tone of voice that you are suffering from this problem, if you try to, y'know, not *shout* it at me, or stamp your little feet, or give me a look full of challenge, I will show you to a large fitting room without question. If you ae obviously struggling--broken bones, back pain, pregnant, you are automatically getting the big room. But here's what you can't have, no matter how much you glare at me in hatred--you cannot go into the wheelchair accessible room because your ass doesn't need it.

WTFuck? Why do people want that damn room? What the hell? The door opens outwards, that's *it*. That's the only difference between the family fitting rooms and the wheelchair accessible ones--that and maybe a foot more of space. *smh*
I'm leaving them in June. I intend to dedicate the rest of my life to painting tiny watercolors of kittens and flowers. Maybe I'll join one of those senior art classes, make little ceramic penis vases, maybe little ring dishes shaped like vaginas. I'm looking forward to it.
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3/8/17 05:22 am (UTC)*smishes you*
YAY, leaving! I'm so pleased for you! Congratulations. I think you'll be so *relaxed* and happy - it'll be great.
(And you can make the road-trip to Missouri and come visit meeeeeeeee!!!)
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3/9/17 03:45 am (UTC)Well, at least being poor is something you can work on. Being pissed off at asshats every day is just stress! And stress you can't alleviate because you can't hit the bastards!
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3/8/17 07:30 am (UTC)People are entitled asses, aren't they?
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3/9/17 03:38 am (UTC)People are entitled asses, aren't they?
Lord, I just don't get it. Why be a bitch to a total stranger? Why gamble that the person you're being a bitch to is not a psycho killer?
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3/8/17 09:07 am (UTC)People! They should all grow up and go...over there. Away from you.
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3/10/17 02:21 am (UTC)Congrats on the finish line being in sight! A whole new set of adventures awaits...
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3/11/17 02:21 am (UTC)I'm nervous, but hoping to do brand new things and have *fun!!*
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3/10/17 03:33 am (UTC)You were written up because an able-bodied person was upset that you didn't let them use the wheelchair-accessible room?! Seriously?! The general public can be such tools. :( Retail has got to be one of the hardest jobs in the world -- even if you are a "people person." I cannot imagine the strength it takes to deal with all that foot-stompy entitlement every day.
I intend to dedicate the rest of my life to painting tiny watercolors of kittens and flowers. Maybe I'll join one of those senior art classes
BRING IT ON!! Can I come to one of those classes, too?
*is also ready to abandon ship on them things what annoy me* Life is too short, and as Roger Murtaugh once said, "I'm getting too old for this shit."
(edited to fix atrocious grammar.)
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3/11/17 02:19 am (UTC)I can't think of anything I'd love more than to have tiny watercolor classes with you!!
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3/20/17 08:37 pm (UTC)I KNOW I'M LATE! BUT I'M SORRY PEOPLE ARE A PAIN IN THE ASS!
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3/20/17 09:51 pm (UTC)Never too late for ceramic penii! :D