Demon Hellspawn Siblings Leave Fitting Room Mess and Brag About It

APWORINVARJNGOWE ARRGGGGGHHH!

HELLFIRE AND BRIMSTONE! RAGE AND FURY!!

Hello all. K-Fit here (formerly Kerry – thanks to Sam for my new name!), and oh Dear Lord am I full of ANGER today.

I shall start by saying that I know I probably shouldn't be this angry over this occurrence, but at this point in my retail HELL career, I can't help it, nor do I care.

Last night (Friday), I dealt with the rudest, most inconsiderate devilspawn I've ever fucking encountered. They may have even beaten out the bitchy six-year-old first grader I took care of at a summer day camp (a story for another day).

These three little demon hellspawn seemed to be all sisters, or at least some kind of relatives. The oldest was not more than twelve years of age, the middle one eight or nine, and the youngest about six. Two “adults,”(and I use that term extraordinarily loosely), presumably at least one mother, were accompanying them. As the older females shopped, the maniacal children were running around the department yelling, being obnoxiously loud, and knocking things off shelves and off racks, leaving them on the floor, apathetic to the fact that I now had to clean up after their piggy little aggravating antics like the little jerks they were.

During their shenanigans, the oldest apparently picked up some shirts to try on, as she bombarded the fitting room with her and her sisters' presence. Every goddamn time they closed the door, they fucking SLAMMED it shut. Which is not only disturbing to my ear drums, but if they break it, no one else can use that room until it gets fixed, leaving a longer line for other customers and more headaches for us.

As she's trying things on, she's yelling through the door at her mom or whoever who is sitting RIGHT OUTSIDE THE FUCKING ROOM. It's very close quarters, you can hear each other fucking whisper in there.

When she was finally finished, she waltzed out of the room like the diva she thought she was, and continued to run around with the younger ones.

As I saw that she brought NOTHING out with her, I went in to check the room, KNOWING that everything was left in there.

Sure enough, like I have some kind of retail hell psychic curse, there are the shirts, every single one of them, thrown all over the chair, tangled together, and not one of them hung up.

Apparently, I must have “angrily” began cleaning up after them (what a surprise), because after I had brought the shirts out and hung them on the rack right outside the damn doors and began folding a pants table nearby, where I wasn't in visibility range of the fitting rooms, the mom said something about cleaning up after themselves for me (whether it was positive or negative, I have no idea).

I don't know what the girl said in response to this, but I heard her mom say “As she was cleaning up, she was hanging them up really hard.”

The girl said something I couldn't hear, probably extremely rude, to which her mom must have told her she was being too loud, because she immediately followed it with, “Good, I hope I'm loud enough so she can hear me.”

OH REALLY?! WHY DON'T YOU SAY THAT TO MY FACE THEN, BITCH?!

All her mom said was, “You have an attitude,” but did NOTHING to correct her. They left the fitting rooms, and were in the department for another five minutes or so. Every time they saw me, knowing that I was already pissed, the middle one looked at me and just grinned with this devilish fucking evil satisfaction on her face.

When they finally left, as they were already in the AISLE walking away, of course not to my face, the middle one said loudly enough knowing I would hear hear, “I'm so mad I have to clean up when it's my job!”

WHAT THE FUCK?! Now I'm absolutely fucking infuriated. I wanted to fucking slap that acid-toungued little monster and her bitchy mouth and evil fucking grin right off her spawn of Satan demon face.

First of all (not that I have to tell you), yes, technically my job is to clean the department, but there is a rack to hang your shit outside the rooms for a fucking reason, and IN THE DIRECTION YOU ARE ALREADY WALKING when you leave. It takes an extra TWO FUCKING SECONDS! The rack literally states, “Back on the rack! We'll take it from here.” Just because “it's my job” doesn't mean you have to be a fucking dirty little barbaric piggy asshole and leave your shit everywhere. And at twelve years old, I'm pretty damn sure you should be able to READ THE DAMN SIGNS on the back of EVERY door that kindly request you to bring everything out (I have a pic of this sign in an earlier post). They didn't care in the least bit that they left me a mess. If their moms or whoever they were weren't there, I would have gotten fired yesterday for bitching out a bunch of kids. I didn't feel like getting into a fight with parents. Those are the people I want to follow home, tear apart their houses and just leave it there and walk away because “it's their job” to clean it because they live there.

The worst part of the whole thing is that the “adults” did absolutely NOTHING to stop or correct them from acting the way they did or voice their spitfire bitchy attitudes. And that, my friends, is why everyone is a fucking asshole.

My solution to this night – thank God it was my friend's birthday and she invited everyone out – was to meet some friends at a bar and dance out my frustrations.

You know what, fuck it, I don't care. I wish I would have bitched them all out. Fucking little assholes. I hope they swallow glass.

Until next time, RHU,

--K-Fit

BONUS FITTING ROOM NIGHTMARE PICS:

Lazy Piggy Shopper couldn't be bothered to throw the water bottle away...in a trash can RIGHT OUTSIDE THE FUCKING DOOR! Ugh.

Angry Hangers!

Here you have a maxi-pad wrapper wedged between the wall and the chair. At least it's only the wrapper this time!

Comments

[xx]

Ah, well never mind. You know, life will be hard enough on these kids. I am sure, being an illiterate nowadays is no fun.

[Aunty]

I don't know if I would have been able to resist saying something to the adults. There should be an Asshole Clause in every job description, where retail slaves can chew out assholes.

[Chicajojobe]

OMG, I'm with you in the wanting to slap that entitled little bitch right across the face.

I can't wait until she ends up getting a job in retail.

[Malmart Peon]

I firmly believe that every retail employee should have one "bitch please!" moment per day worked.

[Evie]

Man, I probably would have put my foot in my mouth and said something like, "Don't bring your children back in here, ever." Bratty little girls are the WORST. I should know, my little sisters are freakazoids in public, and no amount of shaming on my part seems to make a difference. -sigh-

[Caper]

Wait until the little one is legal working age and gets a job (that is if she even does, with her entitled attitude...). She'll quickly learn that it really isn't other people's jobs to chase after her cleaning up her messes.

[Grendus the Self Check Guy]

Don't let it bother you. It's not your job to clean up after them. Your job is to clean up the department. Their job is to not leave a mess. Sounds like they failed.

Sounds like you had one of those days when you just wish you could slip a hangar in someones shirt and hang them up.

[Queer Geek]

As much as you want to slap the little bitch, let it go. Karma will get the she-spawn in life. I picture the brat getting preggers at 14 and ruining the rest of her life and forcing herself to work in retail to support her sorry ass so another demon spawn can make her life miserable. Just picture it!

[NC Tony]

I probably would have gone for the high school "scratch my nose with my middle finger" when the little bitch grinned back at me, probably while mouthing the words "I fucking hate you" with a look in my eyes that said "If it wasn't against the law I'd kick the shit out of you and your dumb ass mother". But, yeah, karma will catch up to this little shit, either like Queer Geek said (getting knocked up way too young and then being forced to get a job to support her brat when the father ditches her (or even worse turns out to be a shiftless lazy asshole who forces her to work to support his beer habit), or she pisses off the wrong person.

[ClockworkKid]

I like that method NC.
Seriously what is wrong with these kids, my mom drilled into me that if I didn't put things on the rack and wasn't polite my tushy would be dragged out off that store faster than I could blink (it never was, she scared me straight).

[FlGlamazon]

I sincerely hope that they are truly bitch slapped by karma and forced to work in a returns desk somewhere cold & dirty- and they get rotten meat returns three times per shift. And then their bitchy little act replays in their heads, on an endless loop.

[bizhub bitch]

Oh, I hope SO much that her bad karma and shitty little attitude backfire on her ass when she enters the workforce, and people just treat her like dirt. Hopefully, since you are awesome, you will be able to partake in giving it right back to her in the future, because she deserves it. I would not have been able to keep quiet, I don't know how you did it. There is NO excuse for that. And the mother is pathetic.

[starbusters slut]

If my child ever behaves like that, she wouldn't have a face anymore. I would slap it off in an instant. And then punish her. Breeding needs to have a screening process.

[Arch Guy]

@ starbusters slut: I agree 100000% with breeding needs a screening process. Most of the children/teenagers I see these days are extremely self-centered and entitled.

[starbusters slut]

@ Arch Guy: I have zero tolerance for whining, bullshit, self-centeredness, shitty attitudes and entitlement. My poor child has no chance in hell when it comes to acting out, because I'm all "tough shit....we all have to do things or follow rules we don't like, so get over yourself and shut up already" lol.

[Eyescan Chick]

I would like to go on record that my boys are *forced* to try things on, and show each item *on their bodies* to me before I will believe the "it doesn't fit" excuse, and I make them bring it all back out with them and hang it on the rack, or hand it to the attendant, with a "thank you".

[Logan]

Yell back "I absolutely refuse to control my hellspawn, even though it is my responsibility!!"

[snuzzle]

I actually heard someone tell their child once that by putting the cart in the corral, they were taking away the work someone was being paid for... in other words, insinuating that having the basic manners to corral your cart means someone will get fired because they no longer have any work to do.

It's not like we don't have OTHER things to do.

That middle child is in for a rude reality slap in the face when she has to take a menial job and has to pick up after other pigslobs. I'm hoping it's a fast food job and a bunch of tweens think it's funny to put ketchup and mayo packets under the tray and them smash it (which totally happened to me while I was working... and yes, I had to clean it and it was disgusting.)

[Projection Peon]

I hate, hate, hate, the attitude of "its your job to clean up after me". Bugs the hell out of me at work when people won't throw out their trash, especially the ones that sneak in food), since you have to walk by a garbage can on your way out.

I even had some older people tell me once that they organized all their garbage together to make it easy for me. I think they thought they were being helpful, but c'mon, its not like tossing trash is going out of your way.

[Nocturnesthesia]

Personally, I think it should be legal to harpoon someone in the reproductive organs if it looks like their breeding would have a negative effect on society as a whole.

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[Andrea]

I know what store this is because i work there also i was the supervisor of the kids dept for a little while and everyday i worked thru the holidays i had to deal with the same attitudes and messes it is horrible to come into a fitting room that u had just cleaned 10 min earlier to see it trashed and i have seen karma hit one of those little brats in the head literally she was running thru the store and ran smack dab into a fixture with her head then screamed and cried for 20 min all the while i watched and laughed on the inside

[mama t]

Hahaha do you work at Jcpenny?cuz I've go through the same shit every day. I sware it makes me go crazy lol