Within four minutes of sitting down my parents found out I'm an atheist and a vegetarian. So it was an interesting dinner.
i wish i had the nerve to tell my ultra christian parents that i'm atheist >> hope it went over well for you
>tries to do something interesting/productive when free of exam work >falls asleep without realising Recently my mind has been obsessed with the feeling of sleepiness. It's quite crippling when you need to get things done.
So, a funny thing happened at work last night. Well, not funny 'haha,' more like funny 'causes homicidal rage.' I had just finished organizing the granola bar section at work, which was a total mess thanks to the complete incompetence of day shift. Seriously. They suck. I once found a case of soup stocked in the shampoo aisle. Anyway, after spending a half hour getting the section organized, a woman came in and started pulling all the boxes off the shelf and tossing them on the floor. ME: Uh... *fake smile* Can I help you find something? HER: *continues making a mess* I'm looking for some protein bars. I think they might be back behind these. I found them here last time. ME: Protein bars are in aisle B2, next to the pharmacy. HER: *pulls down more boxes* No, they were here last time. I remember finding them here. ME: Can you tell me the brand name? HER: The Clif Bars. We like the chocolate brownie ones. ME: Clif Bars are in aisle B2, next to the pharmacy. HER: No, I'm sure they were over here. *half the section is on the floor by this point* ME: *walks over to aisle B2, grabs a box of chocolate brownie Clif Bars, and brings it to the woman* Is this what you were looking for? HER: Yes! Where were they? ME: *fake smile* They were in aisle B2, next to the pharmacy. So, she took the box and walked away without so much as a 'thank you,' and I had to spend the next fifteen minutes cleaning up her mess. I hate people. I hate people so very much.
Ah, that kind of person. I figured out how to deal with them, back when I worked in Walmart. Simply offer to help them some more, and even carry some of their items for them. Then spend the next half wasting their time by constantly going in round about ways to places where "items used to be". And it's not like they can leave. You have some of the things they want to buy. You are holding them. So they must follow you. All over the store. For as long as you feel like torturing them. And on the off chance they'd ask to see a manager, well... You see, I was a manager. Sent from my SM-P600 using Tapatalk
Apartment status: Found Rental application status: Filed Background check status: Forthcoming, no problems expected Personal status: Half-dead
I'm beginning to suspect car insurance agents live in a constant LSD-induced stupor where every client appears to be literally made out of money.
Well... at least I was able to play Legends of Equestria this time. I couldn't use skills and couldn't teleport (the former isn't a problem on my end, not sure about the latter) but it was still fun. It was just... lonely. Oh well. I'm not popular enough for exciting things I guess.
