think I attract the idiots. They seem to flock to me - that, and my
co-workers frequently don't feel like doing a damn thing, so I get to
help EVERYONE! Oh joy, oh rapture.
had extra help, since there was no GM truck to unload. They thought it
would be smart to bring out all of our overstock. That's all fine and
dandy, actually. We are out of stock on so much, trying to bring our
shelves back from empty from Christmas.
Anyway, with about 9 people in the department, most people were getting helped pretty quickly. If they needed us, they got us.
Some bozo didn't get the message.
Now I'll admit, I was more focused on the stocking than scanning the department for idiots. I had 7 full carts waiting for
one of our helpers comes over and grabs me and points to the register
area (which is kind of horse-shoe shaped) and looks a little worried,
so I look over and there's a guy standing BEHIND the register, where
most of our locked up stuff is.
don't know what this guy is up to, but since he seems to just be
standing there, I opt out of calling security. Bad, bad, BAD mistake.
Instead, I go up to him and ask him how I could help him.
Bozo launches into a tirade about how "fucking long it took to get any help, Jesus Christ!".
profanity and the fact that he's still BEHIND my register/counter isn't
exactly helping him, but knowing that he couldn't have been there more
than two minutes gets me more than a little irritated. I mask that
superbly and ask him very politely to step outside of the register
area. Naturally he throws a little hissy fit, but his girlfriend
decides to interrupt.
me one of these!" she demanded, holding up an extremely popular mp3
player that we sold out of about two weeks before Christmas.
I apologized and told her we were sold out.
"YOU HAVE TO BE JOKING!" she screeches.
here, I should say that I am proudly Finnish, and Finns are noted for
answering questions rather abruptly compared to what some people are
used to. We also answer the question asked, not implied. Maybe not all
Finns are like this, but that's how I've been raised, so that's what
I'm used to.
I looked at her calmly and simply said, "No."
have thought I just told her the world had ended. Bozo and Bozo's Bitch
threw an epic fit and stomped off hurling obscenities and threats and
all sorts of nonsensical crap.
My co-workers, of course, had gathered
and wanted to know what the hell just happened (so did I, actually), so
I told them the nutshell version.
Then the guy
came back and cornered me between two carts. Oh, bad idea. Now I can
bust him for being in a restricted area and intimidation! Well, he
demands to know my name. I'll point out here that I'm required to wear
a name badge, but because he's now annoyed me past the point of
tolerance, I start throwing names out, figuring if he's too dumb to
read what is plainly in front of him, I'm going to have fun with it.
story short, he tells me he's going to management, yada yada yada. It
really throws him off when I smile brightly at the dumbass.
told him that would be great, that I'd love to talk to management.
The guy FINALLY gets a clue. He got wide eyed and almost ran out of the
department. No idea if he actually went to management, but no one
bothered me about it, so I'm guessing no.
best part of it is that if he was at all intelligent, he would have
known from being BEHIND the register/counter that we didn't have what
his bitch wanted. It was right there. He was just that fucking stupid.
Here's to a better 2010,