I can't stand the people at my job. Being a cashier, it's expected to come across idiots and the like.
But, for f**k's sake:
-I don't want to hear your stupid little jokes, they wouldn't be funny to me even if I weren't an Aspie.
-Just because I don't smile as much as you see necessary doesn't mean that there's something wrong with me, I'm upset, or unfriendly--fuck you, seriously. Who are you to make these audacious judgements about me when you don't even know me. People are more complex than face value (in this case, literally) alludes to, and the fact that you feel it necessary to arrogantly point out what you think about me makes me think that you're a little bit worse off than "unfriendly."
-I do have a sense of humor. You're just not funny, and who are you to say that I have no sense of humor. That "just made it line" has never been funny, and I've heard it damn near every time that I've had to check a bill larger than a twenty. Don't you think that I've heard them before, and that they're so much more annoying than words can describe? Admittedly, I have difficulties understanding jokes sometimes. This is not my fault, and, despite how odd I feel in saying this, I have to work harder everyday just to get by (never mind fitting in, just getting folks to not bother me about how I'm different); so much harder than you can comprehend. Have some respect for me, because I respect you until given a reason not to.
-Literacy. Look it up. Seriously, the aisles are labelled with big, bold-printed lettering. Figure out for yourself where the damn bread is. And for that matter, read the flyers and coupons. If you have the time to become irrationally upset about not getting ONE DOLLAR off of your order, than you have the f*****g time to figure out that you didn't purchase the right item.
-Stop taking advantage of the fact that whining enough will get you what you want. You know it, I know it. Goodness gracious, grow up people. I'm twenty and I don't pester and whine about my SHOPPING ORDER as much as you all seem to do. It's retail, and it's REALLY NOT that serious.
-I'm not there to be your friend, or your therapist. I don't want to hear about your cat, or your unbelievably personal issues. I'm merely there as a guy, working for a paycheck. I have my own problems, but I don't go on about them. It's staggering how much I'm expected to baby you all. Again, I'm twenty. I really should not have better sense than people sometimes twice my senior in age. Again, grow up and stop acting so immature. This includes fighting in the store over items and coupons and the like. COME ON!
Also, D: I've been there for four years now. Stop treating me as if I'm new and show some damn respect--I may be twenty, but that's no excuse to reprimand me as if I were a child. I'm better at my job than you are, I know more than you do, and whenever you screw up or show general incompetence, I hold my tongue. It's consideration, plain and simple.
Yet, when the time arises where you see me make the slightest of slights, you berate me to hell and back. It's not the end of the world if you must be troubled to give me change when I run out. It-is-your-job, and I can't help the influx of customers and transactions. Just because I didn't need quarters a half-hour ago doesn't give you the right to call me "ridiculous" for requesting something that you're required to assist me with.
You don't work quickly to begin with, so it's not too great of a loss if you need to take the minute-and-a-half out of your day to exchange my till's cash for a roll of coinage. I'm not deliberately screwing around, and YOU'RE being ridiculous.
And for that matter, the only time that I EVER ask to use the restroom, I have to go number two. I can't control when this happens, nor can I control the speed (the last time that I tried, I got a hemorrhoid). So when I ask, don't get suspicious or hold again me that I take a little while.
See, your problem is that you take the slightest of instances and then proceed to hold them against whomever for as long as they are employed with the store. Now, you say you will check my drawer every time that I ask for change, or you hesitate before letting me use the restroom and then come in to check in on me? FOR f**k'S SAKE. You are THE most incompetent jackass I have ever met in a workplace environment--and this is the same environment where someone honest to goodness thought that they could catch my conjunctivitis through eye-contact.
So, in closing, you customers that come in are all horrible people, and D, you suck... soo hard, man. I may get irritated easily, but it takes quite a great deal of effort to get my steamed. You not only accomplish this, but have done so for four years. I've never before had to maintain this type of threshold for the gamut of homicidal thoughts that spring up during the day, so thanks a ton jack-ass.
02 Jun 2012, 3:00 pm
