I Knew You Were Trouble

Yesterday, work was a mish mash of goodness and badness.

The goodness was that Sarah and two of my uni friends came into Officeworks and we had the chit-chat for a couple of minutes. I did not get to talk to Sarah but gazed at her across the notebooks whilst trying to stifle my boner. I am glad to see she is safely back in Perth and did not get dengue fever in Malaysia or kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery in Singapore (I shouldn't joke about this. This is not a joke; I am sincerely glad she is home, safe and sound).

The badness was that I had a seemingly abundant amount of shithouse customers yesterday. Dare I say it, they were Cuntz with a capital C. Oh God, the profanity. You know someone is going to be trouble when you say, "Hi, how's it going?" to them as they walk in and their response is to mumble, "Yeah, good." 

"Yeah, good" can be an acceptable response on a lot of occasions when greeted by a door person. For example, if you say those words with a pleasant smile or a nod or even a seedy wink (I received three yesterday. Yes! Womanhood validated!). It is NOT acceptable when said in a morose tone without any eye contact and no decrease in velocity of walking. 

Said customer, an older lady, came back to me after five minutes and said, "I need help with a printer and there's not a soul around," in the most irritated of tones. I told her I would get someone from technology to help her out. As always, we were understaffed and our one technology guy was out helping someone load something into their car.

"He'll be back in a second," I told Cunt. She waited and stood and, yes, it took at least five minutes but there's not a lot I can do about that. When he got back, technology guy helped her. After a while, she STRODE out of the store with a few final words to me.

"This was just a waste of my bloody time."

And that was the last I saw of her (her and her fat ass).

I've also decided that if I'm going to continue complaining about customers on this blog, I have to make sure no one can ever identify me or the branch I work at. Hence, I am going to go back and edit out all potentially incriminating evidence.

J