Things have gotten bizarre at work. Because I'm taking a full load at university and one of my classes ends when I was supposed to be at work, I had to change my availability. Ironically, I opened up my hours more on the weekends, but had to shorten ONE FUCKING DAY BY HALF AN HOUR so they moved me to part time. Fuckers.
The best part is, because of this, I lost my dental insurance the day after I went in, got my x-rays, and had to set up a root canal and 6 fillings. (Oops!) With the insurance it was going to be around 400 bucks. Now, I'm looking at around 1600. Yeah, can't pay that, and the Vicodin is running out at an alarming rate.
Another guy came in dressed in our ugly ass uniform and tried to act like he worked there. Clearly he needed professional help.
The best was when I had to go to lunch, leaving my poor co-worker on the floor alone and swamped. When I came back, some old fat ass lady was screaming in her face that it was her fault that her husband left her at the store because he was so angry.
WTF? Yeah, bitch, your husband couldn't take another second of your yapping so he left.
I couldn't help it. It was too...easy. And my co-worker was at the end of her rope. So I did the right thing and I stepped in.
"Ma'am, I'm sure since you worked here and know how things go oh so well, that you must remember their number! And I'm sure you know that customer service is our goal, so if you'll excuse us, we'll get back to work. Good bye!"
You could hear her squawks all the way out the door, but she left.
Oh, and separately, I learned the horrible lesson that if you have a price sticker on yourself, people will try to buy you.
And sometimes, they're serious. *shudder*