While reading FITZZ's story about his shotgun, that made me think of the most ANNOYINGLY annoying moment I experienced with a cousin of mine a couple years ago. When my wife and I got our first place, it was in an apartment complex, and I had an astro van. Lucky for me /endsarcasm, my building shared a parking lot with my cousins building. Shes one of those people that are niceish....but you just hate it when you realize the 2 of you catch eyes, because your going to get annoyed.
So I was getting the van ready to help my brother move, so I was taking the bench seats out of my van. I dont know if any of you ever lifted one, but they are probably a good 100 pounds or close each. So I was trying to get this seat out of my van, and of course a week earlier, I broke my hand and so was trying to lift this bastard out with one usable arm. So in comes my cousin
"Oh hey Brandon, wow you look tired there all sweating and stuff. Hey didnt you brake your arm or something?"
"yup, it hurts pretty bad actually"
So she starts rambling on about god knows what, I struggle some more. Then cut her off
"Hey you think you could help me pull this out of my van?"
"yea let me set my things inside Ill be right back"
And Id say about 1 minutes go by, I said feth it and continued. AFTER I finally get both benches out she staggers out of her building
"Sorry I had to make myself a sandwhich first"
I wanted murder to be legal.
So! Share yours, annoying stories that try ones patience make me laugh.
That sounds alot like when I worked for Target many years ago. I was incharge of the remodel at the store I worked at, and the team the managers picked for me, were a bunch of complete idiots. I literally had to tell them EVERYTHING they had to do....everything
Every single day I walk into work...
Honestly, I think every idiot in the shop get together twenty minutes before I arrive and plot to systematicly barrage me with a series of moronic questions the instant I show my face...
By noon I'm more than ready to commit murder...by six in the afternoon I'm actually surprised I haven't...but my throat is always sore from yelling.
Medium of Death wrote:Any given day in my weekend job.
'Will this fit my husband?' (Husband not present)
'How much will this case weigh when filled?' (Are you filling it with bricks or feathers?)
'Can I open this shirt' (FETH OFF AND DIE YOU GAK BAG!)
'I'd like to return this item' (No proof of purchase)
'I'm wanting a slim fit shirt' (Fatty)
'I'm a douche' (General Shopper)
'
I actually sympothize...I may be surrounded by a gaggle of half wits for most of the day, but at least I don't have to deal with the general public much.
Coworker, who was Ex-Military, had a wife and three kids, and said he was "management material"
"Hey, did you know that those Instant Inflateable Tents inflate instantly?"
And that's just the start of it; I asked him to put four boxes on a pallet, and he sits there looking at it "Deep in thought" for a good five minutes. Every time I asked him what he was looking for, he would yell "OH HI!" and walk until he was inside your personal bubble, and this isn't even getting me started on how he put these bikes together; he quit about a month ago, I'm still trying to figure out what the hell he did to them.
"I don't see why this place is even open" he says as he see's that a General Goods store is NOT going to have a 3.5/16'th of an inch sprocket screwdriver. What IS that, even?
"I want Water" me: "Ok, we have several kinds, all at various prices, what kind do you want?" "I want water...."
"Excuse me sir, but does this pipe work for this appliance?" "I'm not sure, sir, we just got this pipe yesterday." "Well then, I'M sure I'm not going to buy it!"
One of my apprenticeship employers. I had to stop myself going Super Saiyan so many times during those two months.
Boss: "I need you to do this, this, and this."
Me: "But I was told by XYZ to do this first."
Boss: "Well do this first."
Later.
XYZ: "Why didn't you do this?"
Me: "Because Boss said I had to do all this first."
Boss: "You should've said you already had stuff to do, you're wasting time."
Just one of the myriad conversations that made me want to murder everyone in sight.
To top it off, he never told you how to rectify mistakes. Seeing as though I was an apprentice and there to learn stuff, and obviously mistakes were going to be made, I assumed i'd be told how to avoid them, cue this:
Me: "<Insert feth-up here>"
Boss: "Well, you've made a mistake there."
Me: "I know, what do I do now?"
Boss: "Try and fix it, but you've made a mistake."
Me: "How do I fix it?"
Boss: "Tell XYZ what you did, but you can't make mistakes."
Perhaps if you TAUGHT me what to do I could LEARN how to do it. All i'm currently learning is that you're a giant gakker.
I was pulled out of that placement after 2 months because I finally turned around to my training company and told them i'd had enough and explained why, and they told me that he was being a giant douche and that I should just not turn up any more until they find me a new place.
It took me a while to get my pay-cheque out of him too, me and the training company had to metaphorically crowbar it out.
On the rare occasions that my department has to deal with customers ...it's always a "treat"..
Screaming...and I do mean screaming ..about why their car isn't ready..( Well...you ran it into another car and just brought it in day before yesterday...that might be the reason you gak headed twerp..)
Or loosing their minds because something isn't right...
I swear we had a woman throw her coffee at a painter because her car wasn't " The Pretty Blue" it was in the book...
" It's the same paint you picked Ma'am"
" I don't care It looks different"
" That will happen sometimes Ma'am...you see the.."
" I don't care it's not the pretty blue from the book!!"..whoosh.
every time im in a car with my fething sisters. they are the most annoying,loud,obnoxious things ive ever had to listen to. they cant go 5 minute without yelling or getting angry at one another. my parents constantly have to yell at them and they just ignore them.and of course they are worse than they were when they were younger. ive been in cars with kids there age,and none are as bad as them. and of course they are violent and hit each other,kick my seat,and try to annoy me....and seeing your stories there gonna become those customers you guys hate so much....
lord commissar klimino wrote:every time im in a car with my fething sisters. they are the most annoying,loud,obnoxious things ive ever had to listen to. they cant go 5 minute without yelling or getting angry at one another. my parents constantly have to yell at them and they just ignore them.and of course they are worse than they were when they were younger. ive been in cars with kids there age,and none are as bad as them. and of course they are violent and hit each other,kick my seat,and try to annoy me....and seeing your stories there gonna become those customers you guys hate so much....
If your the eldest, do what my brother did; sit in the middle, grab them both around the head, and smack them together.
lord commissar klimino wrote:every time im in a car with my fething sisters. they are the most annoying,loud,obnoxious things ive ever had to listen to. they cant go 5 minute without yelling or getting angry at one another. my parents constantly have to yell at them and they just ignore them.and of course they are worse than they were when they were younger. ive been in cars with kids there age,and none are as bad as them. and of course they are violent and hit each other,kick my seat,and try to annoy me....and seeing your stories there gonna become those customers you guys hate so much....
If your the eldest, do what my brother did; sit in the middle, grab them both around the head, and smack them together.
They'll get the point eventually.
i sit up front.and am the older middle child..there is 5 of us...oh,and the 2 younger ones are twins,11...the other is 12,13 in a few days...i know i wasent as bad as them because ive been told i wasent as bad as them.
FITZZ wrote: On the rare occasions that my department has to deal with customers ...it's always a "treat"..
Screaming...and I do mean screaming ..about why their car isn't ready..( Well...you ran it into another car and just brought it in day before yesterday...that might be the reason you gak headed twerp..)
Or loosing their minds because something isn't right...
I swear we had a woman throw her coffee at a painter because her car wasn't " The Pretty Blue" it was in the book...
" It's the same paint you picked Ma'am"
" I don't care It looks different"
" That will happen sometimes Ma'am...you see the.."
" I don't care it's not the pretty blue from the book!!"..whoosh.
...I love people.
Man, that sucks. I have a lot of a respect for the guys that fix up my car, simply because they can do it and I can't. They deserve my respect because they're doing something for me that I can't do myself. You'd think it's a no brainer.
FITZZ wrote: On the rare occasions that my department has to deal with customers ...it's always a "treat"..
Screaming...and I do mean screaming ..about why their car isn't ready..( Well...you ran it into another car and just brought it in day before yesterday...that might be the reason you gak headed twerp..)
Or loosing their minds because something isn't right...
I swear we had a woman throw her coffee at a painter because her car wasn't " The Pretty Blue" it was in the book...
" It's the same paint you picked Ma'am"
" I don't care It looks different"
" That will happen sometimes Ma'am...you see the.."
" I don't care it's not the pretty blue from the book!!"..whoosh.
...I love people.
Man, that sucks. I have a lot of a respect for the guys that fix up my car, simply because they can do it and I can't. They deserve my respect because they're doing something for me that I can't do myself. You'd think it's a no brainer.
You'd think so wouldn't you...
But the majority of our customers are the BMW/Ferrari crowd and apparently ( as far as most of them seem to be concerned) if you don't earn at least a hundred thousand a year...your not a "real" person.
FITZZ wrote: On the rare occasions that my department has to deal with customers ...it's always a "treat"..
Screaming...and I do mean screaming ..about why their car isn't ready..( Well...you ran it into another car and just brought it in day before yesterday...that might be the reason you gak headed twerp..)
Or loosing their minds because something isn't right...
I swear we had a woman throw her coffee at a painter because her car wasn't " The Pretty Blue" it was in the book...
" It's the same paint you picked Ma'am"
" I don't care It looks different"
" That will happen sometimes Ma'am...you see the.."
" I don't care it's not the pretty blue from the book!!"..whoosh.
...I love people.
Man, that sucks. I have a lot of a respect for the guys that fix up my car, simply because they can do it and I can't. They deserve my respect because they're doing something for me that I can't do myself. You'd think it's a no brainer.
You'd think so wouldn't you...
But the majority of our customers are the BMW/Ferrari crowd and apparently ( as far as most of them seem to be concerned) if you don't earn at least a hundred thousand a year...your not a "real" person.
Ahhhh, I see.
Maybe it's because I'm more part of the "My car is almost 15 years old can you please bring it back to life again" crowd.
Medium of Death wrote:I actually had a person ask for n***** brown paint in the first month of the job...
I'm not even joking.
How old were they?
That was the actual name of a colour thankfully no longer in usage.
Some older people will still use the term oblivious of social impact and changes.
Back On Topic
A story of my father's from his Royal Navy days.
In 1953 he was on a ship in the Med when an earthquake struck Cephalonia (the Greek island in Captain Corelli's Mandolin. Those who have read the book will already have know of the disaster)
HMS Daring was the first relief to arrive at the scene of the devastation.
At one point my father was in a party sent into the more remote areas and in the heat came across a family that were hurt.
They loaded a woman and her son onto stretchers and started off back down through tricky terrain to the treatment tents.
On the way Dad's mate in front said, "Watch it Shep there's something soft just here"
Dad looked down to see the stomach of a rubble covered victim his mate had trodden on.
Any ways
They struggle on down to the camp with the stretchers and arrive back at the camp, and when they ask where to take the patients, the woman jumped off the stretcher right as rain and walked into the treatment tent!
Apparently one of the lads threw the stretcher down in disgust swearing he'd do for the cow!
Not much excuse really, if any.
It is my parents generation and older that still use the colour name. They used a brown shoe polish that called that and I have heard them mention
I feel they may be forgiven the discretion, but someone my age ought know better and have to agree MoD
Someone mentioned haggling
I did a horticultural training course and helped out at weekends selling the plants we grew
As it was getting towards the end of the season, we knocked down the prices that wouldn't even have covered the cost compost and pots.
Most customers were an absolute delight
Tnen a biddy turns up in a new BMW gets out with hubby, loads up the counter with piles of bedding plants and demands a bulk discount.
Upto then my friend and I had been rounding things down just to get shut, but the gimme attitude and appalling lack of manners left me no choice but to decline the haggling and stick to the already heavily discounted price.
TBH was pretty staggered by the shameless gall of the woman
Medium of Death wrote:FITZZ, i'm sure if you but simply greeted them in person and put on a slightly angry face they'd mess their breifs.
Ending the whole snobbery affair right away...
Strangely enough I'm one of the few employes the customers never seem to want to yell at, and have on more than one occasion had very angry customers become at least civil when I approached them to discuss their concerns.
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Medium of Death wrote:I would have been ok with it if they were older but they were in their 50's....
Same age as my parents, so I felt it was quite out of generational character as my maw and paw would never say that.
You showed more reserve than I'd have been capable of...
If a customer said they wanted their vehicle N***** colored ...I think I'd be heading to jail.
Chibi Bodge-Battle wrote:Most customers were an absolute delight
Tnen a biddy turns up in a new BMW gets out with hubby, loads up the counter with piles of bedding plants and demands a bulk discount.
Upto then my friend and I had been rounding things down just to get shut, but the gimme attitude and appalling lack of manners left me no choice but to decline the haggling and stick to the already heavily discounted price.
TBH was pretty staggered by the shameless gall of the woman
Yeah, we had something similar; this bike was being sold for a low price already ($80), and this lady wanted a 25% discount due to the fact that a small peice that did absolutely NOTHING was missing.....
I hate people that try to haggle in retail stores... your not in some gak infested bazaar.
If you do this, please stop.
I blame this man.
Fething spud.
(No racist) Lemme guess, Middle Eastern?
I work retail too and that's the typical clientele who wants to barter, but I guess that's how it works over there. Though we typically get a lot of Aussies who ask "is this the final price?". I then say, "Yes, but at the same time you're paying half as much as if you were buying this in Australia". Of course they end up buying a ton so I ain't even mad. (Same with the Middle Eastern types. Again, no racist. Just sayin)
Despite the derps, I don't mind working retail that much. I just don't plan to do it for much longer.
Customer: Wait, the paper said that it was supposed to be $149.99.
Me: No ma'am, the paper says that the DSi is that price, and this is a DSi XL.
Customer: Yeah, but they're both like the same thing.
Me: No ma'am one of them is larger and was designed for adults.
Customer: Well, the paper says that the DSi's are on sale.
Me: Yes ma'am the DSi's are on sale, but the DSi XL's aren't.
Customer: They're the same thing.
Me: Nintendo labeled them differently and they are priced differently because they're different models ma'am. Its just that because the only difference is size they named it the DSi XL.
Customer: They're the same thing, your ad said that they were on sale.
Me: The ad says that the DSi is on sale and has pictures of the DSi, not the DSi XL.
Customer: Fine, then I want to speak to your manager.
...........
Manager comes by and pretty much agrees with me.
Customer: Fine then I'm just going to go to Wal-Mart because they price match.
*After customer leaves*
Me: Wal-Mart doesn't really honor different sales you know.
Manager: Yeah, she won't get it there either.
.............
30 minutes later she bought the same DSi she was complaining about.
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Coworker: "Hey can you help me with this?"
Me: Sure what?
Coworker: I have a customer looking for a kaniggit.
Me: A kaniggit, is she white?
Coworker: Yeah, I know, but she says her grandson is looking for one.
Customer: Did you find one?
Coworker: Nope, can't find it on our site. Do you know how its spelt?
Customer: Yes, its k-n-i-g-h-t.
Coworker: Oh, a knight, yeah we have those.
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Me: *helping a customer in the bike department next to electronics.
Supervisor: Who's in electronics?
Me: I'm helping a guest.
Supervisor: You need to get back to electronics. *walks away with guy who's supposed to be working in the bike department.
*Later
Me: I'm tired of her.
Coworker supposed to cover bikes: I know, she took me out of there to do some inventory.
That's right, I get yelled at for 'leaving my deoartment' to help guests in areas that have no employees in them because the supervisor is having them do other tasks. Seriously, on my eval they scored me low in that area citing that it could lead to theft. What's funny is that most of the thefts occur in the areas they pull people from, the areas that I am trying to cover as well as my own.
halonachos wrote:That's right, I get yelled at for 'leaving my deoartment' to help guests in areas that have no employees in them because the supervisor is having them do other tasks. Seriously, on my eval they scored me low in that area citing that it could lead to theft. What's funny is that most of the thefts occur in the areas they pull people from, the areas that I am trying to cover as well as my own.
Oh god, I hate that.
I'm on my fething break, I called by my manager to go clean up baby puke because "Coworker X is busy".... Yeah, I walk out of the break room, and not two feet to my left, I see said manager and Coworker X looking at the Managers phone saying "isn't she cute?"
Opti kids. I want to throttle them every god-damn time I see them. They tried to hang me once.
I was asleep on a bench in the clubhouse after about 16 hours of the 24 hour sail, and the morning sessions of the camp began. As the instructors were all down throwing boats off the dock and into the water, about five to ten miserable 5-7 year olds decided to test their boline knots they just learned. On my neck. They tied the knot, threw the line over the rafters, and pulled.
The words uttered by me nearly got me fired if the mothers and program director hadn't noticed the makeshift noose around my neck. Kids got kicked out, moms got really pissed off, and I actually made a grown woman cry.
That, may I add, was two weeks ago. Opti kids have since put no more than three quarter sized holes into my boat,torn my sails, and have stabbed me. I'm not going to go into that one, but let's say I'm sailing with a bandaged hand.
Chowderhead wrote:Opti kids. I want to throttle them every god-damn time I see them. They tried to hang me once.
I was asleep on a bench in the clubhouse after about 16 hours of the 24 hour sail, and the morning sessions of the camp began. As the instructors were all down throwing boats off the dock and into the water, about five to ten miserable 5-7 year olds decided to test their boline knots they just learned. On my neck. They tied the knot, threw the line over the rafters, and pulled.
The words uttered by me nearly got me fired if the mothers and program director hadn't noticed the makeshift noose around my neck. Kids got kicked out, moms got really pissed off, and I actually made a grown woman cry.
That, may I add, was two weeks ago. Opti kids have since put no more than three quarter sized holes into my boat,torn my sails, and have stabbed me. I'm not going to go into that one, but let's say I'm sailing with a bandaged hand.
This is an Optimist:
Spoiler:
You should totally get a Paintball gun and shoot the little dudes/dudettes.... Red paintballs work bestest.
dogma wrote:A student came into my office and asked, after some random BS small-talk, who the 34th President was.
I told him that I would pull it up on my computer, and give him a print out, which was really just the first page of Google hits.
Coincidentally he is also the only kid in my class receiving a failing grade.
Ah yes, talking to a teacher who's class you are failing. Sometimes it shows effort on the student's part and other times it just shows stupidity. I remember talking to my analytical chemistry teacher about my attendence, he said that it reflected poorly on my grades. Got 3 80+ test grades and one 65. Attendence wasn't my issue, doing homework was.
I like talking to some of my teachers despite my grade though, if I had troubles I would ask if they could help me after class and it put me in good favor with most of them. Usually in math, because the tutoring center didn't help unless you were bilingual.
@Chowder,
I remember being stabbed, elementary school with the special ed kids was always fun. Nothing says hello like a sharp pencil to the neck, but hey at least you're sailing, that's fun.
Okay Being out of the loupe for the latest in trends and fashions, and being too tired and idle at 05:00 hrs to be arsed to Google
what pray is an opti kid Spoiler says hotlinking from Red Sports is verboten Given the website am I to understand an opti kid is an East German shotputter?
or from your very unpleasant experience a bunch of nasty brats?
lord commissar klimino wrote:wow...if this is working im not looking forward to my future...
so...your confirming its gonna get worse......dang life,its like a game that cheats!
Actually, it's gotten better for the most part, but that's mostly because everyone in my department is pretty cool. And by everyone, I mean everyone who was there when I started working there (Feth the 16-18 year olds who have their heads shoved so far up their asses....)
One of the ladies I work with is amazingly awesome, one of them is only slightly less amazingly awesome (she's from germany, and constantly complains about how certain things are stupid over here, but mostly fine other than that), one is always willing to joke around with you (No joke, she constantly tells me to pick up her phone and pretend I'm her, tis hilarious), and my boss is basically the perfect boss; she expects you to work when your there, but if you need a day off, she will almost ALWAYS give it to you.
Of course, this is balanced out by the dude in another department that seems to think Sex Humor is the funniest thing in the planet, and he seems to think I'm gay because I don't pick up coworkers and start humping them.... I don't mind Sex Humor, it's just that when it's done constantly it's freakin annoying, and I don't really mind him calling me gay, because I honestly don't care what a 40 year old with three kids working part time minimum thinks of me.
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halonachos wrote:
dogma wrote:A student came into my office and asked, after some random BS small-talk, who the 34th President was.
I told him that I would pull it up on my computer, and give him a print out, which was really just the first page of Google hits.
Coincidentally he is also the only kid in my class receiving a failing grade.
Ah yes, talking to a teacher who's class you are failing. Sometimes it shows effort on the student's part and other times it just shows stupidity. I remember talking to my analytical chemistry teacher about my attendence, he said that it reflected poorly on my grades. Got 3 80+ test grades and one 65. Attendence wasn't my issue, doing homework was.
I like talking to some of my teachers despite my grade though, if I had troubles I would ask if they could help me after class and it put me in good favor with most of them. Usually in math, because the tutoring center didn't help unless you were bilingual.
@Chowder,
I remember being stabbed, elementary school with the special ed kids was always fun. Nothing says hello like a sharp pencil to the neck, but hey at least you're sailing, that's fun.
I found it hilarious one time that this girl came in TWO MONTHS after this test was supposed to be done, asking if she could take it since she missed it.
Chibi Bodge-Battle wrote:Okay
Being out of the loupe for the latest in trends and fashions, and being too tired and idle at 05:00 hrs to be arsed to Google
what pray is an opti kid
Spoiler says hotlinking from Red Sports is verboten
Given the website am I to understand an opti kid is an East German shotputter?
or from your very unpleasant experience a bunch of nasty brats?
I'm glad someone asked this...I kept picturing a child with a handle welded to it...( Points if you get that referance.)
halonachos wrote:
I remember being stabbed, elementary school with the special ed kids was always fun. Nothing says hello like a sharp pencil to the neck, but hey at least you're sailing, that's fun.
Yeah, I was stabbed by something like a pencil. Basically, some kid thought it would be a good idea to take a piece of wood and blindly start jabbing. I tried to catch it, but no. Stabby stabby!
And I actually just came from the Northeast Mass JO's. It was a very good time. I would recommend sailing for basically everyone. Everyone except for probably 5-7 year olds in Optis.
During a riot at a place I shall not mention, BerserkSteve and I were trying to take refuge in the choir room, whereupon this choir douche looks at us and says, "You're not choir," and slams the door in our faces. I swear, if gak goes down, and he's banging on my safehouse, he's going to die.
I was once put in ISS for a day for trying to start a riot. I was just talking about Christmas trees and how we should be able to call them Christmas trees in school. Oh highschool how I love you.
halonachos wrote:
Ah yes, talking to a teacher who's class you are failing. Sometimes it shows effort on the student's part and other times it just shows stupidity. I remember talking to my analytical chemistry teacher about my attendence, he said that it reflected poorly on my grades. Got 3 80+ test grades and one 65. Attendence wasn't my issue, doing homework was.
I like talking to some of my teachers despite my grade though, if I had troubles I would ask if they could help me after class and it put me in good favor with most of them. Usually in math, because the tutoring center didn't help unless you were bilingual.
Talking to teachers is always a good idea, as it gives us a better idea of what any issue you might have is. Lying is a bad idea though, because we usually know when you do it, we were, or are, students too.
The kid in my story talks to me all the time, and he's a nice guy, he just doesn't do his work. I think, honestly, that he is one of those kids who was railroaded to college by his parents, because he really doesn't belong here. I've actually been trying to get him an interview with my old boss, because he's a fit kid who would make a good trainer.
Apparantly kids trying to learn to sail on one of these:
I personally like FJ's, but then again those are the only things I've sailed on. Water we learned to sale on was polluted though, you can tell because it tastes like tang.
Chibi Bodge-Battle wrote:Okay
Being out of the loupe for the latest in trends and fashions, and being too tired and idle at 05:00 hrs to be arsed to Google
what pray is an opti kid
Spoiler says hotlinking from Red Sports is verboten
Given the website am I to understand an opti kid is an East German shotputter?
or from your very unpleasant experience a bunch of nasty brats?
I'm glad someone asked this...I kept picturing a child with a handle welded to it...( Points if you get that referance.)
That boat is known as an "Optimist". Whoever named it that basically played the sickest joke the world has ever known. It's a bathtub with a sail, and people somehow like them.
This is what I sail:
This is a 420. I am the skipper, meaning I'm driving. Also, this is a photo of when me and a previous crew got fourth in Marblehead Junior Race Week, beating out 50 other boats. We were pretty happy.
There are five boats sailed at my club. They go 420/Laser>Yingling>oPenBic>Optimist.
Slarg232 wrote:
I found it hilarious one time that this girl came in TWO MONTHS after this test was supposed to be done, asking if she could take it since she missed it.
A kid came in a week ago asking if he could turn in a final paper for last semester's I-poli course, he was under the impression that he had received an incomplete, when in reality I had failed him (the final paper was 60% of the grade).
halonachos wrote:Do you use a tennis ball with a bungee cord attached to it as a plug for the boat?
Some people do. But that would require drilling a hole into Skippah, something I will never do.
I remember one time I was sailing as skipper and I looked up in just the right time to have the boom sweep across the boat and take my sunglasses off of my face. Then there was this time we capsized and a stinging nettle got me all the way from my ankle to about an inch away from my, other place. SAiling is fun, and I highly recommend it to everyone. Especially when you learn to sail near shipping lanes.
Chowderhead wrote:
There are five boats sailed at my club. They go 420/Laser>Yingling>oPenBic>Optimist.
Do you also play polo?
Uh...
Our club is a shack. And no, that's across the street at the Eastern Yacht Club, the second most anti-semetic place. First is probably the Neo-Nazi headquarters.
Our club is a shack. And no, that's across the street at the Eastern Yacht Club, the second most anti-semetic place. First is probably the Neo-Nazi headquarters.
It is a very nice shack, a hut, really; with slight airs of yurt.
I don't have a club or anything I go to, we just have our University's sailing center which is located in a small area next to a shipping lane. In the picture you see the golf course next to the center, but behind the golf course is a sewage treatment plant(probably why water tastes funny), behind that is a coal loading facility where they lload cargo ships. Across the river is a Navy refueling center, and to the right are the terminals for other shipping.
We go out too far and we could get creamed by a cargo ship, a US Navy vessel, a differnt cargo ship, a yacht going through, or any other potential water hazard. Oh and then there's the oyster house under water near the place.
That's why we produce good sailors, we dodge a lot of gak(literally and metaphorically).
Chibi Bodge-Battle wrote:You would have thought that if handles are applied that is what they are used for Fitzz
There is no hope for these youngsters
Too busy thinking about playing crazy dangerous games like Xtreme Tennis to apply some common sense to the situation:
Do you use a tennis ball with a bungee cord attached to it
kids are getting dumber by the generation it seems. not kidding,at my school,every new freshmen class is worse than the last. grade and attitude wise. there are some that are ok,2 of them are my friends...but others would be dead if it wasent for those pesky laws...
I once worked for a restaurant the name of which I will not say here because I don't want them getting any free advertising. I was a lowly dishwasher, and reasonably happy because it was steady work and not very demanding, but then three things happened in a single week that ended with me bellowing profanity at the kitchen manager for a good five minutes, nearly getting the police called because they could hear me all the way in the dining room.
#1: They hired a mentally handicapped guy. He wasn't just a little slow, I was used to working with people like that and I could just ignore them. This guy was reeaaallly slow, and it was impossible to motivate him because he wasn't smart enough to understand anything I tried to tell him.
#2: They brought in an assistant kitchen manager who had just graduated from a two year restaurant management course at community college, and thought that not a single thing would get done right unless he stood over the employees and yelled in their ears. I figured out pretty soon that I knew things about my job that he would never know, because he'd never actually worked in a non-management job in his miserable life. I ended up teaching him things that a dishwasher learns within a couple of hours of being hired and was he thankful? No!
#3: On a busy Friday, they hired a tiny little Vietnamese kid who spoke no English to work with me. Usually they have three people working on a busy night, but it was just me and Charlie.We have racks that dirty glasses go into that are above your head, and he couldn't take them down because he wasn't strong enough. I swear, he made Gollum look fat. That was the end, and they mailed me my last paycheck, even though it wasn't their policy. I discovered that a couple of days later they fired the slow dude, but he kept showing up for a week until his family finally found something to distract him, and the Vietnamese kid left a few minutes after I did. Mr community college was stuck running the kitchen by himself because the boss that I'd bawled out had to go to the hospital due to an amphetamine overdose.
That was not my last job before becoming self-employed, but it was the start of a long, slow slide in my ability to tolerate peoples' bs, which also saw an increase in my alcohol intake. I have been self-employed for eight years, and have barely drank at all in that time, and I am ever so slightly less pissed off. That's all that I ask for.
Last week, I was taking my first driving lesson for a few weeks, as my instructor had gone to the US for a week or so. We finish the lesson and get to my road, but we need to turn the car around, and it's too narrow to do a 3-point turn, so we go into this little road branching off the main road (imagine the main road is L shaped and the second road is an extention of one line at the corner.)
Anyway, we're barely beginning the turn we see an old woman storming out of a house, the look of "heads will roll" on her face. She walks right in front of the car to try and put me off, storms to my instructor and says the following.
"I'm assuming you're the instructor? Well you're doing a pretty bad job. Do you teach your students to obey road signs? You should have seen the sign at the entrance to the road, as this (begins a slighty pompous tone) is a private road. You can clearly see the sign at the entrance. I hope you improve your driving next time (directed at me)"
A bit startled, we finish the turn and park up, and take note that while there is indeed a sign it is blocked about 20 hours a day by the woman's husbands' fething milk truck which we told her, yet she still told us we should have obeyed it.
Needless to say I was fuming at this point, mainly due to the fact that she ignored our argument, but also at the fact judging how quickly she was out of the house, she must have been waiting there for someone to pull into the road. I was so mad I couldn't stop laughing, and had a very colourful idea of buying the land just around this road, then bricking them in! But my point remains valid: if you don't want people entering your road, install a fething gate!
Edit: This happened a few months ago.
*Valkyrie enters a pub which has an ad outside: Kitchen staff wanted, please apply within*
Valk: Hello, I'm here about the kitchen job you have advertised?
Staff: Hi, yes it'll be simply cleaning and stacking the dishes during the busy periods, especially the weekends.
V: Ok, sure, I can easily do that.
S: Great, just email me your CV and we'll arrange an interview.
V: ¬¬
*Valkyrie exits stage left*
I need to send a CV and have an interview to wash fething dishes?
This is a 420. I am the skipper, meaning I'm driving. Also, this is a photo of when me and a previous crew got fourth in Marblehead Junior Race Week, beating out 50 other boats. We were pretty happy.
There are five boats sailed at my club. They go 420/Laser>Yingling>oPenBic>Optimist.
That dude your with looks like two people I know put into a blender and then somehow mixed together.
Medium of Death wrote:I work in retail, in a somewhat middle class British retail store.
Spoiler:
John Lewis
The amount people with unwarranted self importance is astounding.
I try and supress the rage that the job generates although I feel I may be spawning some kind of unholy entity in the process.
It was fine this weekend though... and my colleagues are awesome so that's a plus.
also,
BEEN DRINKAAAAAN.
Oh man I feel for ya. I worked at a Pier1 Imports during the christmas season some years ago, and the "average" shopper there is upper middle class, so I dealt with that and upper class types all the time. Holy gak I thought just regular dumb gaks from Target/Family Dollar was bad, those uppity types are far worse.
During the tourist season we get all sorts of 'nice' people. Had a british person looking for a stereotypical american sheriff's badge, "like the ones american sheriff's wear" for her son who is an officer in England.
She used the badge on a 'Woody' toy to show me. Nicest thing I could do is point her to a costume store that may have one.
So at one point someone comes in, clearly drunk off his hat, and wants to by 5 doses of our most potent shrooms. So I tell him, sorry sir, I can't sell to people who are drunk.
Que rant about how he won't ever buy anything ever again from any of our stores, and will tell his friends the same.
So, first funny thing, we supply 75% of all shops in the country, and own all shops in this province.
But even funnier, I get a call from a colleage like 15 mins later, apparently about the same damn guy, who's saying I told him to go there ( obviously didn't ).
15 minutes later again, mister drunky shows up at my place again, seemingly completely unaware of the fact that he was here half an hour ago. We pretty much had the same conversation again.
This happened about 4 times before the guy buggered off.
Last week some 18 year old guy came in the shop, all high mighty because he could finally buy something from us (we don't sell under 18). So, I take one peek out of the window and tell him to scram. All his 15 year old friends we'r "hiding" behind a car, in front of the shop.... My car, which is tiny.
Bouncer from the coffeeshop next us walks over and tells me he kicked him out 2 minutes ago too for the same reason.
Most annoying customers however those that think they know more about your products then you, and start to lecture you on anything, no matter what it is. Most of the time I just sell them the crappiest things I can find.
I work for an automotive extended warranty company...Imagine the phone calls I hear.
Customer - "I want to know why this part wasn't covered"
Me - "Cause it's not listed for coverage"
Customer - "THIS IS SUCH A RIP-OFF! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IT WOULDN'T BE COVERED"
Me - "Did you read your contract? You have 60 days to review it to get a 100% refund..."
Customer - "YOU EXPECT ME TO READ ALL OF THIS??????????????????"
And that's just a sample. I love my job (I don't have to turn wrenches and work outside in a shop any more ), but sometimes Service Writers at dealerships and customers just say the most slowed things ever
I'm a secondary (highschool) teacher. I have a huge store of things that have deeply annoyed me over the last while, but I'm not gonna go into details. Let it be said that middle class teenagers can be right little gaks when they want to be, and I miss my sometimes mentally unstable but mostly decent inner city working class kids.
Da Boss wrote:I'm a secondary (highschool) teacher. I have a huge store of things that have deeply annoyed me over the last while, but I'm not gonna go into details. Let it be said that middle class teenagers can be right little gaks when they want to be, and I miss my sometimes mentally unstable but mostly decent inner city working class kids.
There's an argument which states that wealth and sociopathy are positively correlated.
The strangest one was an old man wanting to buy wellingtons, or half wellingtons for his garden.
He then told me that I wouldn't know what a garden was and probably lived in one of those multi-story flats...
WTF?
There are so many it's hard to recall them. I think they are all coalescing into some kind of rage based tumour in my brain, or driving me to the sauce.
Mine is also similar to the DS story. I worked at a grocery store (that shall remain nameless) and rang up a man with beef hot dogs.
Customer: Hey those hot dogs should be on sale.
Me: Well the regular hot dogs are, these are beef and not on sale.
Customer: Those are regular hot dogs.
Me: No these are beef, the Meat ones are on sale.
Customer: Are you telling me beef isn't meat?
Me: Yes, beef hot dogs aren't meat hot dogs.
Customer: Beef isn't meat?
Me : Right, I can point to what animal a beef hot dog is made, I need to point to several to make a meat hot dog. Beef isn't on sale, the hot dog that doesn't know what it is is on sale.
Goddard wrote:I feel like this thread was made especially for us retail workers : )
all these stories make mine seem less annoying,although they still piss me off either way....most seem to have to do with my family now that i think about it O_o
I work in a library. I get some bad ones, though my favorite story is more amusing than annoying.
I was sitting there on a slow day just reading or derping around on the internet when these two girls walk up. I ask how I can help them. They answer, completely straight faced:
"Do you have novels?"
I had no idea how to react to that. I knew the answer. The answer is "Of course we have novels. Are you dense?". I just sat there dumbfounded for several seconds.
Goddard wrote:I feel like this thread was made especially for us retail workers : )
Retail, service, anywhere you're doing something for a large amount of people you don't know are usually jobs that create a lot of anger. Especially when pay hovers below $10.00 an hour.
Having just finished a shift in a store, my mother comes along and takes me to a completely different supermarket (Asda) in a different town altogether to get some items on sale there and also for a spot of late lunch. As we went straight from my store, I didn't have chance to get changed.
Whilst eating, a woman manages to spill all of her food, and proceeds to walk up to me and demand I clean it up. As I try to explain I don't work there, she says "You're in uniform, do it".
Asda uniforms are black with green lining on the jackets.
Mine was bright purple with a big logo from another company on the front.
As a general aside when working in retail, the undeserved entitlement in many of our customers is astounding.
I was doing a project a few semesters back for a history class. It was a really simple straight forward thing. I was very busy that semester on account of switching my major and spent a lot of time running around writing papers, getting things squared away, and studying for tests that professors gave no framework on (not tell you what would be on it or how long it would be which isn't hard to study for just time consuming).
All was well and good. I walked into class one day and was about to ask about the project cause I'd finally gotten ahead on the work and no one had said anything about the project (it was due in three weeks). I walked in, and apparently, they'd all finished the project without sending me an email, telling me anything in class, and generally just not even telling me what the topic they'd picked was.
They all gave me 'F' as a recommended grade on the group evaluations. Luckily as seems the case with most group evaluations, the professor ignored it (it probably helped that I had a high B throughout his class and was an active participant).
Needless to say though I was still 'ed Seriously, how can I participate in the group when no one even tells me they're working on the project (even after I asked right after we got it about group meetings!)
Avatar 720 wrote:One of my apprenticeship employers. I had to stop myself going Super Saiyan so many times during those two months.
Boss: "I need you to do this, this, and this."
Me: "But I was told by XYZ to do this first."
Boss: "Well do this first."
Later.
XYZ: "Why didn't you do this?"
Me: "Because Boss said I had to do all this first."
Boss: "You should've said you already had stuff to do, you're wasting time."
Word of advice, dont be so quick to blame the boss in scenarios like this, even if it is their fault, it just makes you look whiney and leaves a bad taste. Apologise and say you'll 'get right on it.. etc', be the bigger man. Bosses dont mind mistakes they mind a lack of integrity.
Being part of the Supermarket Superforce i come into contact with the dregs of society, the worst being the 'reduction vultures', Breathing down your neck when you're doing the 50%s or 75%s. Snatching up products staring blankly at it for at least 30 seconds only to throw it back because lo and behold it has today's date.....
I agree with you though, I installed cable tv/phone/internet for a good while and WOW people are 10x worse in their own home, but also 10x more funny. One time I was running cable through this dudes NEWLY refinished basement he had a contractor do. Im looking and tell him well Ill have to drill a small hole in his ceiling and run the line across the ceiling because its drywall, but itll cost $50 for me to do that. He says hey no problem do what you gotta do. I come back in a few minutes later with my equipment and suddenly there is TONS of drywall chunks and dust all over the place, the dude actually smashed a hole all the way across his basement. I was laughing so damn hard I couldnt breath. Couple hundred bucks worth of damage vs. $50
BUT the worst I had was this total donkey-cave guy that apparently knew my job better then I did, and kept telling me I was doing it wrong and it didnt look nice enough and the whole 9 yards, even told me he didnt like how I dug the trench for the cable in the ground, a 2 hour job literally put me 3 or 4 hours BEHIND SO once I was finally done with that I asked if I could use his bathroom real quick, and when he said yes, I took a gak in the tank of his toilet.....not the bowl folks...the tank
When I was a mail carrier I heard nothing but idiotic questions and unreasonable complaints.
Protip: If the piece of mail you're waiting for hasn't come into the office, your mail carrier has no power to somehow make it magically appear. This usually came up on SSI day... Oh, and if your mailbox has an 8 foot tall snowbank in front of it I can't deliver your mail.
There's also people that will not pay their bills and blame the mail carrier. We had a guy say for months that I wasn't delivering his cable bill. The next time it came in I handled it the way I would have handled a registered letter (i.e. Very Important Mail) and called the Postmaster from my cell phone as I put it into his mailbox.
3 days later: "I didn't get my cable bill! What the hell is wrong with the mail carrier, blah blah blah..."
KingCracker wrote:I agree with you though, I installed cable tv/phone/internet for a good while and WOW people are 10x worse in their own home, but also 10x more funny. One time I was running cable through this dudes NEWLY refinished basement he had a contractor do. Im looking and tell him well Ill have to drill a small hole in his ceiling and run the line across the ceiling because its drywall, but itll cost $50 for me to do that. He says hey no problem do what you gotta do. I come back in a few minutes later with my equipment and suddenly there is TONS of drywall chunks and dust all over the place, the dude actually smashed a hole all the way across his basement. I was laughing so damn hard I couldnt breath. Couple hundred bucks worth of damage vs. $50
BUT the worst I had was this total donkey-cave guy that apparently knew my job better then I did, and kept telling me I was doing it wrong and it didnt look nice enough and the whole 9 yards, even told me he didnt like how I dug the trench for the cable in the ground, a 2 hour job literally put me 3 or 4 hours BEHIND SO once I was finally done with that I asked if I could use his bathroom real quick, and when he said yes, I took a gak in the tank of his toilet.....not the bowl folks...the tank
KingCracker wrote:I agree with you though, I installed cable tv/phone/internet for a good while and WOW people are 10x worse in their own home, but also 10x more funny. One time I was running cable through this dudes NEWLY refinished basement he had a contractor do. Im looking and tell him well Ill have to drill a small hole in his ceiling and run the line across the ceiling because its drywall, but itll cost $50 for me to do that. He says hey no problem do what you gotta do. I come back in a few minutes later with my equipment and suddenly there is TONS of drywall chunks and dust all over the place, the dude actually smashed a hole all the way across his basement. I was laughing so damn hard I couldnt breath. Couple hundred bucks worth of damage vs. $50
BUT the worst I had was this total donkey-cave guy that apparently knew my job better then I did, and kept telling me I was doing it wrong and it didnt look nice enough and the whole 9 yards, even told me he didnt like how I dug the trench for the cable in the ground, a 2 hour job literally put me 3 or 4 hours BEHIND SO once I was finally done with that I asked if I could use his bathroom real quick, and when he said yes, I took a gak in the tank of his toilet.....not the bowl folks...the tank
OMG I have wanted to do something like that to sooo many ignorant people I wish I thought of it
My coworker is pushing in carts from outside when a woman with three kids is blocking his way inside the store(she's getting her kids in line but holidng things up anyways) there's no way he can get by so he waits patiently. After they enter she pops her head back out of the door and says "Lousy job huh?"
To which my friend replies, "Yeah, but it beats being a mother of three.".
halonachos wrote:My coworker is pushing in carts from outside when a woman with three kids is blocking his way inside the store(she's getting her kids in line but holidng things up anyways) there's no way he can get by so he waits patiently. After they enter she pops her head back out of the door and says "Lousy job huh?"
To which my friend replies, "Yeah, but it beats being a mother of three.".
You're friend is officially awesome I tip my hat(s) to him
halonachos wrote:My coworker is pushing in carts from outside when a woman with three kids is blocking his way inside the store(she's getting her kids in line but holidng things up anyways) there's no way he can get by so he waits patiently. After they enter she pops her head back out of the door and says "Lousy job huh?"
To which my friend replies, "Yeah, but it beats being a mother of three.".
You're friend is officially awesome I tip my hat(s) to him
He knows, we do stuff like that whenever we get sufficiently ticked off.
Teenagers are hanging out in store, a girl is sitting in one of the power wheels being pushed around by one of the boys.
Me: Excuse me, you guys really aren't allowed to ride on those.
Teenager: Aw, c'mon.
Me: There's a weight limit on those things you know.
Other than that I don't like the people who walk into a toy store wearing offensive clothing. Things like a giant belf buckle with the word 'feth' on it, or a T-Shirt with the phrase 'I like them young dumb and full of c**'. <-- another term for male ejaculate that rhymes with dumb.
On the rare occasions that my department has to deal with customers ...it's always a "treat"..
'ed Seriously, how can I participate in the group when no one even tells me they're working on the project (even after I asked right after we got it about group meetings!)
