Tuesday, August 19, 2003

I hate my job.
So much.
So much it hurts.

Things I hate in general:
(i) Bitchy, controlling, neurotic, know-it-all coworkers
(ii) STUPID FUCKING MACHINE THAT NEVER WORKS
(iii) I don't get paid enough
(iv) I work shitty shifts
(v) There's too many new people, most of my favorite people have already gone.
(vi) CUSTOMERS (see below)

THE FOLLOWING ARE THINGS I NOTED DURING THE RUN OF THE DAY THAT CUSTOMERS DO TO PISS ME OFF.

1. Forget their tag. It may not seem like a big deal, but seeing who's writing and the pen color help me find pics quicker. I mean, Fuck. It's a little slip of paper. In my opinion, if you can't hold onto that for an hour, you shouldn't have children.

2. Correct me when they're wrong. When I take film in at say 10 o'clock, I put 11 on the tag on the line that says "TIME DUE" People will say "It's Ten." NO SHIT ASS CLOWN THAT'S WHEN IT'S DUE- ONE FUCKING HOUR FROM NOW. Don't tell me what time it is shitbrick.

3. Come back early. If it's slow, and after like 45 minutes, it's cool. But we are Wal-mart 1 HOUR PHOTO. On busy days, don't come back 15 minutes after dropping it off. No joke One lady came back 10 minutes after dropping her pics off and was mad they weren't done. And it gets better. She proceeds to come back every 5 minutes. Every employee was asked at least twice by her and at least once by her grandson-nephew-whatever. She was repeatedly told they would be done at 4:10 . But aparantly none of us spoke slack-jawed, retard American.

4. Ponder on Matte or Glossy paper. Which one to pick? Fuck. Do eenie-meanie or something. Don't make me sit and watch you debate the pros and cons like the world depended on it. PICK ONE, IDIOT.

5. This was hilarious. It happened today. We can't copy professional pictures on the Picture maker. It's against the law, and none of us will budge. Why try? I informed a lady I couldn't do her picture because it was a portrait, and explained why (we and she can get sued). She said: "Well can I do it while you're not looking?" I laughed right at her and informed her no, we needed to put in a password for it to print. So while I put the rest her pics though, I could tell she was trying to figure out the password. So as I was putting it in I put my other hand up to cover it, looked at her, and gave her the biggest smile I could. The rest of our transaction went without incident, but she was visibly mad. So much so that someone actually came and said: "What did you say to her" And I said "I smiled".
So for once at work. I smiled.
It was then that I realized I need a new job.

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