Stupid Customers

I work at Petsmart. A customer comes in an proceeds to explain to me that his fish tank that he purchased at our store had a crack in it. As usual he has no reciept. But I remember helping him buy the tank. I tell him no problem, bring the tank back and I will replace it with a new tank. Forty-five minutes later (the entire time he’s telling me needless details about the tank, and is blind to all my obvious attempts to leave to help the other 10 waiting customers staring at us) he leaves to pick up the tank from this house. Before going I tell him the following, “Check and make sure the crack is a REAL crack and not a loose string of aquarium sealant that has stuck to glass,…as that will often look like a small crack in the glass.”

Stupid Criminals

When wintery weather strikes, police don’t spend all their time dealing with motorists who can’t adapt.

On Tuesday in Springdale, an alarm sounded at 5 a.m. at a Papa John’s Pizza outlet.Police saw that the door had been forced, but a better clue was on the ground – footprints in the snow.

Stupid CoWorkers

I have worked under a few incompetants in my short life, but this one really takes the biscuit. I work at a popular sandwich chain. The owner and the ONE manager are CRAZY about cost-cutting; nothing new here. But they have taken this insanity to the absolute limit.

Apparently this place is in a state of constant turnover. The manager (a self-proclaimed “perfectionist”) hires anyone who shows up to the interview. The guy who started 2 days before me was fired in less than a week for “not smiling enough.” Yikes! People are getting fired and quitting left and right.

On top of that, we are no longer allowed to put anything on the sandwiches. We actually DICE the green peppers to “save money”, so that the peppers resemble a wet, nasty paste. Every time I make a sandwich, customers hover over me, saying “more…more…” The onions are a sick paste, too, and the tomatoes are usually rotten, but we’re not allowed to throw them away.

But the real problem is scheduling. It used to be that 2 people would close together, the shift being 5 to 10:30. Now 2 people are scheduled at 5, but one has to go home at 8:30, and everything MUST be done by then. And guess who gets to go home early? Lucky me, working 10 hours a week.

I almost forgot to mention that the manager never shows up- she watches the cameras from her computer at home. One faces the register, the other faces the prep table. She calls once or twice a nnight to remind us to use less green peppers or to see how we’re doing.

Well, that’s my rant; better go, I’ll be late for my 3 hour shift!”

Stupid Things Overheard

Rich lady on phone: Uh-huh, uh-huh, but what if we just put the tennis court where the house was? … Okay, okay, what if we demolish the existing tennis court and make that area the guest house again? Or create a glassed-in structure over the court instead?