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Okay.. I work at an arcade type place called Planet X, but we specialize in birthday parties, so I work as a hostess, fix games, stuff like that. I also book parties. So, this older lady (70?) comes up to me and.. well, here's basically how the conversation went..
Lady: My daughter has been calling and calling, trying to book a birthday party with you guys. But she can't get through. ("Bullshit", I think. We always answer the phone, so she must have the wrong number.)
Me: Are you sure it's the right number she's been calling?
Lady: I don't know.
Me: Alright, here is my managers card. The number is on there, if you'd like to give it to her. Or are you here to book the party for her?
Lady: No, I'm just here to pay the $25 deposit on the party.
Me:... Well, we need to have information on the party before you can do that. So, are you able to book the party?
Lady: I can try. I'm the grandma, I should know enough.
Me: Okay, what's your daughters name? *starts to write stuff down*
Lady: *says name*
Me: And her number?
Lady: Oh, I don't remember..
She starts to search for it, which takes up about three minutes.. Which would have been fine if we hadn't have had a bunch of customers standing behind her, and only ME at the front counter to answer the phone and help at the register. The phone had been ringing several times by now, which luckily one of the other employees had the cordless on him.
Me: Well, that's okay.. can we just book it with your information?
Lady: No no, I found it. If I give you her number can you call her?
Me: Um.. I can give you the phone and you can call her?
Lady: Oh, okay.
Before I get the chance to move the phone onto the counter for her, she is standing next to me while the register is open because I was helping other people at the same time. So I just think "Okay, whatever. Let her be back here." I continue to help other customers while she is on the phone, when all of a sudden she picks up the entire phone and hands it to me, again while the register is open and I'm clearly very busy.
Lady: Here, here, she's on the phone for you.
Me: *Finishes with other customers quickly, then takes the phone, trying not to take the phone and smack her with it.*
I finish up getting all the information from the daughter on the phone, and then we continue on with the deposit. Which she marks the date on the check as "6/13/06". Great. ******** idiot, if the bank notices that we'll be out $25. I didn't notice until she was gone, though.
So.. she was nice and all.. but a little.. dumb. o0;
Okay, more stories. On the same, day actually..
This old guy (Jesus, do I hate old people..) comes up to me to b***h about a game. Simple as that.. here's what happened:
Crotchety old b*****d: That game over there says three tokens. So, what? It's 75 cents per person? *speaking very harshly and rude to me*
Me: Per game, or per person. Yes. Did you try to put quarters in?
Him: NO. What, am I supposed to? *rolls eyes*
Me: You put the quarters in that machine over there, and it'll give you tokens, sir.
Him: And how much is THAT gonna cost me?
Me: It's a quarter a token.
Him: FINE.
He goes to play the game, somehow ******** up, comes back to b***h.
Him: I'm having so much trouble with these damn games.
Me: (Thinking> No, you're just ******** stupid.)
Another employee helps the guy for me, and apparently he didn't put in enough money or something. Moron.
But that was not the end of this man's complaining, ohno. He comes back to the counter later..
Him: My two grandsons want to play mini golf. *sigh*
Me: Okay. *being very happy and cheerful, to see if that'll make him stop being so mean to her* That'll be $7.38 (or whatever it is, close enough.)
Him: THERE'S TAX ON THAT? *rolls his eyes in the sort of way you do when you're wanting them to see it, and wanting to make a huge fuss*
Me: Yes sir.
Him: FINE. *starts to pay with tokens*
Me: Sorry sir. You can't pay with tokens.
Him: What the HELL else am I supposed to do with them?!
Me: Well, your two grandsons were asking me how to win prizes. Why not give one to him, and one to the other, and let them have a chance at winning something?
Him: *rolls eyes and puts the tokens in his pocket*
Me: (Thinking> Oh, ******** you. Just.. just, ******** you.)
Him: *finishes paying, and while I'm still putting the money in the register and getting his change he barks at me again,* So, do they get golf clubs and balls or what?
Me: Yes sir, I'll get them in a second. *gives him his change*
Him: This is the last time I'm coming here. *practically stomps around like a child*
Me: *trying to see if he'll lighten up at all* What, you're not having a good time, sir? *being as polite as humanly possible*
Him: *glares* Not in this sort of situation, no.
Me: (Thinking> What situation, you ********? There is tax on EVERYTHING. Excuse us for not charging a whole ******** 25 cents like they used to "back in the day". ******** you.) *gets the mini golf stuff for the adorable kids, which were having a great time by the way.* Sorry you're not enjoying it here, sir. Anything we can do to cheer you up?
Him: *snatches one of the clubs from me and storms off*
I love my job. :D
 Mizuiro · Tue Jun 14, 2005 @ 03:09pm · 17 Comments |
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OMGMCKENZIEGAVEMEGOLDTOBEMANMIZUAGAINYAYAYYAYAYAY!
Mizuiro · Sat Jun 11, 2005 @ 12:58am · 3 Comments |
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IHOPEI'MBLINDINGYOUBEETCHES.
I wish I could be Man-Mizu again. I miss him, but there is no way in hell I'll ever have enough money to change, let alone to change back OR buy any extra clothes for teh Male Meezoo. So.. oh well. ;_;
I also want chickies, but there's no way in hell for those either.
Mizuiro · Fri Jun 10, 2005 @ 03:52am · 3 Comments |
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So my wisdom teeth are coming in, the two on the bottom have already broken a little through the skin. Ow.
I'm going to randomly post stuff in here when I get the chance, feel free to leave comments. Even if they're irrelivent. ;D
Mizuiro · Fri Jun 10, 2005 @ 03:21am · 6 Comments |
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