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FITZZ wrote:

Chibi Bodge-Battle wrote:Okay I will google since you ignorant gets can't be arsed to tell us

I think it is some sort of creche Fitzz
http://www.opti-baby.co.za/

He got beat up by babbies.
No wonder he is reluctant to explain what an opti child is.
I would be embarrassed too.

Hell, so would I...
Abused by mere infants, shameful...he should have used the handles.

it should be a law that trouble kids have to have leashes. like the ones little kids can have.only for any age.

Chowderhead wrote:

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.

dogma wrote:

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.

Chowderhead wrote:

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.

Me either...I like Alan Hale..




...You know, after that I should probably just go to bed.

FITZZ wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:

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.

Me either...I like Alan Hale..




...You know, after that I should probably just go to bed.

FITZZ, you just linked something from "Famous Dead Mormons". Go to bed.

Chowderhead wrote:
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.

It is a very nice shack, a hut, really; with slight airs of yurt.

I've been to EYC, though, very bougie.

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

Chowderhead wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:

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.

Me either...I like Alan Hale..




...You know, after that I should probably just go to bed.

FITZZ, you just linked something from "Famous Dead Mormons". Go to bed.

Skipper was Mormon?...Hmm..never knew that.
Yes, sleep deprivation is causing me to post silly things...

@ Chibi...

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...

(While wearing my full uniform)

"Do you work here?"

-.-

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?

Chowderhead wrote:[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.

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.

Okay, so I work the drugs (legal ones here).

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.

I feel like this thread was made especially for us retail workers : )

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.

I get annoyed by so many people, it's not funny anymore. Hell, even my mom annoys me with stupid remarks.

Recently on the news was that the US is lessening it's share in space discovery and such.
After that, my mom spoke up.

my mom: Pshh, about time. What more is there to discover in space?

Me: X 100

So I couldn't help but comment on my mother's recent outburst of stupidity.

So I answered in a very sarcastic way.

My dad couldn't help but laugh into tears after what I've said to my mother.

My mother grounded me for a week after that.

Working in retail does have its pitfalls.

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.....