Dear guest staying here,

I am sorry the ATM doesn't seem to want to take your debit card, but I cannot use it to give you cash. It is against hotel policy. What's that, you're a high level Priority Club member and you are best friends with the GM? Good for you, but that still won't make me go against hotel policy. What, you're going to talk to the GM and my Front Desk manager tomorrow? Great, I'm sure they'll point out to you that it is indeed against hotel policy and there are no exceptions even for pompous wind bags like yourself.

Sincerely,
Nightauditguy

Note: I did point out a few nearby ATMs he could use
Note2: Only way a guest can get cash back is if the guest paid in cash and there's enough left over for a refund

This first suck is a 2nd hand told suck. It was told to me by a friend of mine who also happens to work in the same grocery store I do. I was working that day as well, but this happened to her on the other side of the store in her department, the Appy department ( known in other grocery stores as the deli department ).

She was in doing a bit of shopping for herself, not on shift that hour, and was ordering something from Appy ( I think she said it was some kind of sliced deli meat. She didn't say exactly. ^^; ).

She spots two kids starting to POUND on the glass display case. Yes, the glass is kind of thick, but it's still GLASS and it's still fragile. If you pound and smack on the glass as hard these kids were, the risk of that glass cracking and shattering is VERY high.
( Tossed behind the LJ cut. Kinda long )


Please, please, parents, pay attention to what your kids are doing! We do our best to keep little ones in the corner of our eye, but we can NOT babysit them for you because you think something else is far more important to look at than watching your kids. We are NOT their guardians, that is YOUR job as a mother or father or "responsible" adult.



~~Bee

Note: Reposted with editing that I didn`t have time to include earlier from my cellphone.

( Cut )

I work in a call center.
Yesterday, this cute old man called in, I do what he needs done, and tell him who to call for the stuff I can't do. At the end of the call, he said, "Happy Marine Birthday Day!" So I figure he was/is a Marine and say, "Oh, yeah! You too!"
Then is where it got weird.
OM=old man
me=me

OM: "Do you know any Marines?"
me: "Yeah, my dad was a Marine."
OM: "I used to fly planes for them!"
me: "Oh wow, that's really cool!"
OM: "Yep, then I had a Vietnam baby!"
me: *wondering what to say to this, does he mean Vietnamese? what?* "Oh...I see..."
OM: "He was born exactly 9 months and 1 day after I got home from Vietnam!"
me: "Oh, oh, I get it, haha, yeah, good for you."
OM: "Yeah, I was good while I was over there. I didn't do anything that would've got me in trouble with the Mrs."
me: *laugh*
Then he proceeds to tell me how his tadpoles were amazing swimmers and super potent.

So definitely not a suck, just a wtf that left me with a o.O look on my face afterwards.

I used to work in an independently owned toy store in a very nice upper class town.

A few Halloweens ago a mom was trying to decide on a costume for her toddler. We had two options, both easy pull-overs (poncho style) with a hood and a pocket.

She holds them both up and asks me "What do you think? Is the dragon to boy-ish for her?"

Now, honestly, I loved the dragon costume. It had the cutest little wings. So I'm honest with her: "I don't think so, I would have wanted to be the dragon when I was little."

Her response: "Well, you're goth, so there's no surprise there."

*blink*

Ok, now, yes, I consider myself goth, and therefore wear a lot of black, but I was in my work clothes with were always nice jeans or dress pants and a colorful shirt. O.o

Dear Random Lady WalMart Shopper,

Whining at the nice man in the blue shirt like a toddler who is past her naptime isn't a nice thing to do. When he patiently explains to you that the coupon you are trying to use is no longer valid because the price on said item has come down yet again (it was some leftover Halloween thing) that is not your cue to start whining louder and harder at him about how it's unfair that they brought the price down AGAIN and now you cannot use your coupon. Like the man tried to tell you, it's actually cheaper now. Continuing to whine will not get you what you want.

After walking away from you as quickly as I could, I was dismayed to hear your voice again down in the food aisles. That woman that you cornered, demanding to know if she worked at WalMart? If you'd listened to her instead of once again whining, you would have heard her say that she is a shelf stocker for another company, but that she could probably help you find what you are looking for since she is there quite often and knows the lay of the land. When she told you that she didn't think they had any sugar free cereal bars, but she'd be happy to help you look, that was NOT your cue to start whining at her about how all the sugar free stuff should be in the same aisle. First of all, that's not how it works at most stores I've been in, and secondly, as this worker already told you SHE DOES NOT WORK FOR WALMART! She was nice enough to help you out, but she didn't have to! Whining and snapping at her was completely inappropriate.

No love,
another random lady WalMart shopper.

Finally, a day off from oatmeal.


( Pumpkin Pancakes )

A lovely recipe a friend of mine made up. He's a apocalyptic fantasy writer and Arkmar is a country in one of his latest stories. This recipe is all his and so credit goes to him.

( Arkmar falafel )

Hey guys, I'm a newbie to the community so just thought I'd throw in a story from past experiences working in a hospital, and make an addition to the group.

Recap: I used to work as a medical secretary in an emergency clinic in Wales. This is a pretty errr, usual story... just to warn you.


Was in the office one day getting on with my usual daily routine. The phone rings and the conversation goes something like this:

( Beware, possible strong stomach needed... )

The customer complaints of late remind me of the old joke about bus drivers at an orgy...


Dear sir,

What the hell do you hope to accomplish by repetitively phoning in and screaming at my staff to cancel your contract?

We can barely extract even the tiniest morsel of information about what the site is, and it is herculean an effort to verify who the hell we are speaking to.

And, once we've verified who it is we are speaking to, you typically hang up before we've even had a chance to look at if we can do anything for you. According to the notes on the few times you have deigned to lower yourself to explain what's going on, we have a list of various complaints, all of which contradict.

Apparently we should be putting you with company A, B, C or D for your contract - which one depending on the tide and what you had for breakfast it seems, and are upset we aren't.

You're upset that we're not company A, B, C or D, but an independent company selling their service. You want to go directly with that company, which one it is that day depending on some random factor to do with the phase of the moon and what music I was listening to on the way into work that morning.

You're upset that you have to have a utility contract seems the only definite article in any of your complaints. That's a sure way to pay through the nose or have your wallet forcefully taken advantage of by greedy electricity suppliers who can (and will) charge you're ignorant rear-end an unlimited amount for your supply.

Please, just either quit calling us, wasting all our time, since we feel we're monopolising your abilities to be an ignorant arse, or else let us actually deal with your complaint and cancellation request, so we no longer have to keep having the same beginning of a conversation with you.

No love,

Me.

So, I was job-hunting today and of course, searching for a new job reminded me of some good ol' stories that I would now like to share with you!

( And now, for a walk down memory lane... )

Edit because I hit update way too fast

This is a witnessed suck earlier this afternoon while I was at the library.

I was at the checkout desk, helping one of my students get a library card. A thin, older guy is sitting on the edge of the desk, waiting for his daughter to get her library card from another librarian.

Librarian: (to me) So, we're closed tomorrow for Veteran's Day.
Man: *jumping into our conversation* What?! You're closed?!
Librarian: Yessir. To commemorate our veterans.
Man: You know what it is? Y'all are just LAZY.
Librarian: It's a national holiday.
Man: No, y'all just don't wanna work. Americans are so damn lazy! Taking so many damn holidays! They don't do it anywhere else in the world, especially Europe!
Librarian: *exchanging glances with me*  Erm, in France they're entitled to six paid weeks of vacation per year, sir.
Man: ... ... They should do it like in Japan! They have the best work ethic--double shifts, go in early every day, leave work late everyday, they never see their families!


...considering that Japan has one of the highest suicide rates in the world, I don't know if that's a resounding endorsement.

And, considering that I'd seen this man earlier with his daughter (who looked to be about 9), haranguing her for forgetting what her address zip code was, and going on at her about stupid the library was for requiring a parental ID to get a card with unlimited borrowing privileges,  I....feel very sorry for the daughter.


(I don't think the librarian was doing a zorro? because she was really very polite throughout the entire thing and was just attempting to get back to our business.)

Long-time lurker, third-time poster.

This actually happened to me quite a few years ago, but I was having a conversation with someone today and was reminded of this absurd incident.

( Video store suck )

tl;dr - Woman cannot figure out the alphabet, does not compute unavailability of the the movie "Sounder," hates corporate America and ME personally, and apparently has early onset Alzheimer's or something affecting her memory.

Oh, hi! I'm back!

It's been three years since I made an issue of Four Star Daydream. I had the wonderful chance to be in Richmond during the Richmond Zine Fest so I reserved a table and got to work on FSD #10.

& here it is!


Four Star Daydream #10
16 pages // 1/4 size

This zine contains ten one-hundred word stories about my adventures on the road and at home. The intro is one-hundred words, too!
Very simple layout and text heavy.

$1 & a lovely note to:

Fawne DeRosia
P.O. Box 805
Thomaston, GA 30286

I have past issues on Etsy. You're welcome to order those zines via snail mail also!

Trades are welcome!

P.S. How awesome was the Richmond Zine Fest? I enjoyed having a table and being surrounded by other zine-makers (even when my table decided to collapse!).

I work at an east coast grocery store. It's name deals with a large type of bird. This happened a while ago, and I just thought about it now.


I was working on express, when this old lady comes into my line.

I ring up her items, and then I get to a Tupperware container of scallops which our seafood section puts scallops into. As I go to put it into the bag, she asks me if I can open it for her because it is hard for her to open as she has arthritis. I open it, and it put the lid back on loosely for her. I ask her if that is ok, and she says just to hand it to her. I hand it to her and she goes to open it, and takes a scallop and eats it. These scallops aren't cooked so I was kinda just like..... what??? She was like "Lol, I'm going to die from doing this hahaha." I was lolol uhhhh.... ?? I just keep ringing her up, and she tries to talk to me about good seafood restaurants around here. She then goes on her way, and me and my co worker are just like LOL wut. o_0

I don't think I've ever posted about this story. I was just reminded of it while talking to a coworker about crazy people.

It's around 6 o'clock, when I used to host down under. I seat a couple in the dining room and go back to my hostess stand. Literally a minute later the couple STORMS out the door, growling to themselves. They were so outraged, but we were like "WTF??? O__o" Server S comes up to the stand, in complete shock. "S, what's up with them?? :O"

"They left because their server was black."
"......................... whut?"

They came back twenty minutes later to sit in the bar area but they had a short meal. Since 4 of 5 workers were black. :/ It was really hard to not kick these people.

Dear customers,

Dye lots do not exist to spite you. Getting mad about them will get you absolutely nowhere. I'm sorry you practiced poor planning and failed to buy as much fabric as you needed to finish your project, but coming back ~6 months later and finding that you can't match your fabric exactly... well, tough titty. You're lucky we still had the same print in stock at all!

Sincerely,
Your exasperated fabric wench who's had to explain dye lots far too many times.

PS- If I have to explain to you what a dye lot is and why you should buy your fabric all at once, I doubt you've been quilting for "decades!"

Dear Lovely Customers

Please note - chewing gum has two acceptable places once opened.

- In your mouth.

- In the bin

Places where it is not socially acceptable to place your chewed chewing gum-

*On door handles
*Stuck to the underside of the PIN machine
*On products that you have not brought
*On the product shelving
*On the little flappy bits of plastic holding the offers onto the shelves
*On the floor
*On the button for the lift

Your slightly bemused at all the chewing gum cashier

Me.

(The floor I could maybe understand, perhaps if you coughed it up and couldn't pick it up or see it, but what the hell? The underside of my pin machine? You MUST have intentionally put it there, because try as I might, I can't even see how someone could get it under there accidentally and not notice.)

Two great cookbooks:

http://www.amazon.com/Horizons-Rich-Landau-Kate-Jacoby/dp/061516126X

And if you're ever in philadelphia, definitely hit up their restaurant. Soooo Good.