Canadian Thanksgiving and Dumbass Custies

THIS IS MADNESS.

MADNESS? THIS IS

SPARTAAAAA!!!1!ONE!!1!

-kick-

No but, seriously.

Today was a fucking disaster. It’s Friday, which is normally busy anyways.

But it is also the beginning of the long weekend here in Canadaland.

Because Monday is Thanksgiving, which just about everyone at my work has to work, by the way =/

One of the first customers I had was this rude bitch who looked like Robert Smith from The Cure.

No joke. Same hair, same make up. Except that, y’know, I’d hit Robert Smith like 9/11 (Before he got  fat >>)

Then this guy took ten minutes to figure out the debit machine.

Him: What do I push now!?

Me: What does it say? =/

Him: It says to enter my fucking pin.

Me: ... Then how about entering your pin?

Him: Don’t get smart with me.

Me: apparentlyyoudon’thaveany >>

Then this French fuck and his 3o29576973467562746 children came in. His order came to 120-something.

Me: Sorry, what was the drink with the last one?

Him: I said it was a milk!

Me: And I didn’t understand you =/

I hope his children all die from malnutrition and Hep C.

Then there were the teenagers.

Most of them pregnant.

I don’t know what this whole “OMG LETS GET TOGETHER AND HAS BABYIES” shit is about.

They both got double bacon cheeseburgers though. So, maybe the fetus will die.

It’ll be better off anyways.

-Just got a first class ticket to Hell-

Well, that was my day.

MERRY TURKEY DAY TO EVERYONE IN CANADALAND!

C:

Comments

[BullseyeSlave]

Wow, you just seem like a total bitch.

[Burger Bitch]

Very good observation.

Take into account that I would never actually be able to say that to a customer.
These are the musings of my wishful mind.

The one with the pin number wasn't said in a bitchy way.
It was
"Then just enter your pin. c:"

You must be pretty, because you're not that smart.

[Spritzy]

Ah the joys of a site dedicated to ranting. Meant just for that...ranting...venting anger and frustration...blurting out all the aggravated responses that one wishes they could say in real life but have the better judgement not to. Making up satires and mock sitations to express the futility and irony of many of the situations in the workplace. Of course it's not serious, of course none of us say in real life what we write.
Writing like this is therapy. It allows those of us in such workplaces to expell negative emotions in a harmless manner...with the exception of people who take offence easily and do not grasp the idea that what is written is done so in a sarcastic and fanciful manner. And ironically enough...people who take offence to things easily are often offended at being called easily offended.
It's writings like this that build comradity among those of us in simmilar workplace situations. The type of writing the one reads and thinks "Dude,I can tottaly relate to that!" and then feel less alone in this retail-hell world.
If a person has never worked in retail, they would not understand a place like this very well.

[Burger Bitch]

Precisely, my dear Spitzy.

I would get my ass kicked out of there so hard if I was ever that rude to a customer.

These rants are written upon wishful thinking.

[Jit]

And boy, oh boy, do we ever have the free time during our monotonous tasks in which to come up with these creative scenarios. *sigh* *just got off work* *needs a tranquilizer gun to the brain*

[Lindsey]

Wow, up until I read this I thought only american people from the North East acted this way.

[Burger Bitch]

I'm out of tranqs.
Would you prefer a pint?
o:

[Jit]

...a pint? A pint of what? Am I not getting something again?

[Burger Bitch]

Narr.
Pint is just rarely used.
Pint->Pint of beer.
T'is a measurement.
I think it'll work a bit better than tranqs to drown your sorrows.
D: <3

[dfr]

At what point did you decide that a 9/11 joke was necessary?