Hi Retail Slaves...Jason here. Every
now and then...I will be releasing my FLATULENT thoughts here on the Underground - they will be on putrid, stinky, gagging subjects pertaining to the experiences I've suffered through in my LONG YEARS
of Retail HELL!
Releasing pent up rotten air from your body that could kill all life forms within a 20 foot radius is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED BY DOCTORS! Especially if your noxious butt-dusting thought is attached to it. FIRE IN THE HOLE!
My ass blaster thought for Today: WOT
Some of you are probably asking what the F#@* is a WOT? Is that a candy gum drop? A new reality show about white teenagers on the Hawaiian island of Oahu? Is it a new constipation medication. Or maybe WOT is texting for Woman On Top or Want Orgasm Tonight... No, no, no, no, Retail Slaves, WOT is none of that.
WOT
stands for... WASTE OF TIME! And in Retail Hell, WOT'S are everywhere...ready to waist your good customer service intentions like a fly feasting on dog shit!
WOT's are those Customer bitches who comes into your store and act like they are as rich as Bill Gates and Oprah and they put on this Broadway show about how excited they are to buy everything. Then after hours of bloodsucking your energy, they don't buy ONE DAMN THING!
I'm a sales associate on commission at my Retail Hell store. and I will spend 20 minutes
to an hour explaining the product - from head to asshole, fondling it like a horny teenage, modeling it like a slut, taking them on a tour of the whole f-ing store - I do my selling job! I find my Custys what they need!
I hate it when WOT's get all excited and pretend to be very, very, very interested, flirting and laughing, asking 500 questions and acting like they want to have my babies. Yes, yes, yes, they say, I'll take it! I'll take everything!
Then they crack their twenty foot whip and have me gather up everything for them and haul it to the counter to be rung
up. After stuffing the shopping cart with my BLOOD, SWEAT and
TEARS....I send them on their merry way....with my personal BUSINESS CARD and a LARGE COMMISSION SMILE.... I put in the HARD WORK...THE TIME. I SHOULD REAP THE REWARD!!!! CHA---CHING!
But fuck no...15-20 Minutes Later....
I get a call from the checkout. The WOT bitch decides to
pass on everything I pulled out of my ass. And to top it off....later, I'm going to the bathroom to take a piss and what do I find on the floor.....my motherfucking BUSINESS CARD!
WOT Bitch!
END RESULT on being raped by a WOT:
* You passed on a lot of other customers for the risky...BIG SALE! (your co-workers rocked!!!)
* The TIME YOU SPENT was a waste to the company, your ENERGY, your sanity, AND YOUR PAYCHECK!
* YOU are labeled going forward in your Dept. (and maybe your store) as a Sales Associate FOOL who can't sell shit and get's written up with warnings!
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This incident can more than likely.....COST YOU "YOUR JOB" (Unfriendly chat with your manager or boss) - OR- a bad case of FARTING WOT-
A- RAMA CRAMPING !
I encourage you Retail Fans and Bloggers to
leave your own INTESTINAL comments about your own poop shooter subjects...If any of you are feeling those symptoms of
PRESSURE, BLOATING and DISCOMFORT known as GAS...Be like JASON and FART
them off your MIND right here! Give me something to TOOT about. FIRE IN THE HOLE!
**HAS A WOT EVER CRAWLED UP YOUR HOLE and left a farting gift? **