when i was 10 my dad started to play the "C Ya" Game
broke his fav pen... c ya
ran as he got his ass beat down...c ya
didnt walk my bike across the street...c ya
its sort of difficult for a kid when ur parent takes away all their love over trivial matters...so you know what? ive decided that no one gets to play the C Ya game with me anymore. if you can leave me just cuz i told you to suck my dick than good fucking riddance. who needs ya anyway?
so now its my turn to say C Yaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!
I don't think I can stomach much more drama ....
Let the high school drama go ....
IF you are playing games, like in high school, perhaps you are not an adult, you don't belong here!
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feel better... thanks
now where is that Vodka!
I hate JEALOUS BITCHES!!
Now on to your regular programming..
RAGE?
• A client that is months behind on paying their bill and still calls me wanting a RUSH job!
• Another client whose bill is over 12 months old calls and wants to order reprints!!! I think NOT! Not until the bill is paid and the reprinting is fucking PRE-PAID!!!!
• A client complaining about revision charges when they made revision after revision ALWAYS after the job was okay'd, then called to put said job on hold again for more revisions! The bill will stay as is!
• Logging into Lush and discovering everyone of your stories no matter how old has had someone come on and vote them all downward!
People are awesome. I repeat this as a sarcastic mantra in light of the stupidity noted in the last couple of posts and while buzzing around town.
Rage? When people all around you are jogging/biking, don't be an ass and try to multi-task by walking your dog, texting, and talking on your phone making dinner plans. Step aside and pick up your dogs poop. jack wagon!
People are awesome.
I hate stupid rude bitches who act sweet and innocent.
Had a dream I was king, I woke up still king!!
I hate answering my phone to stupid sales people.. Who say I am not trying to sell you something but then go on to discuss things that would cost me money.......
So so frustrating.
Dear Fudging Stupid Knobhead Fecking Bastard Gitface Customers,
There are three hundred different styles of buttons on that stand, and if you cannot find even one out of all of them that is even vaguely likeable, then it is not my fault we don't "have any different better ones", it is more than likely that the barbed stick shoved up your bum is causing you so much anguish, not the lack of options we have presented you with for keeping your jacket on.
When you park on the double yellow lines outside the shop, and dash in wanting a total of 22 metres of 8 different net curtains for windows of different sizes, expect a parking ticket that is YOUR fault, not mine.
If we tell your snotty screaming child that keeps running up and down the shop that running is dangerous because of the large bolts of fabric that might fall over and hurt them, it is because there are large bolts of fabric that might fall over and hurt them. And when your child knocks one of said large bolts of fabric onto themselves because they were running when you heard us say six (that was SIX) times that running was dangerous, it's because RUNNING IN THE SHOP IS DANGEROUS, YOU UTTER, UTTER WASSOCK!
If I tell you that you need a rod sized 150-200cm for your 160cm window, it is because that is the size you need to hold your curtain up. If you listen to me when I tell you the correct size, it will save you a 40 mile-round trip to come back and swap the 100cm-150cm rod you insisted on taking because it was 50p cheaper. You are an ass.
If I am in the middle of serving another customer who was here before you, it is because they were here before you. When I tell you that you will be served quicker if you go to the other counter where we all end up to do the money side of things when we have finished serving our current customer, it is because YOU WILL GET SERVED QUICKER. It is totally your choice to stand there and wait 20 minutes because you think I will serve you quicker - by all means, stand there and watch me measure out and cut 14 different fabrics and match threads to them. It is not my fault you are an ignorant fizzing inbred Pooface of the First Degree, nor is it my fault the customer I am serving tells you to back off and get a grip when you start getting stroppy with me for being slow and not dropping everything to sort you out. Indeed, I only wish I COULD have sorted you out. With a punch.
And finally, when you have just watched me return 5 bolts of fabric, directed three people to various parts of the shop for various items, run up and down the shop three times carrying pattern books and calico, climbed a ladder to get down 6 reels of pink and purple polkadot ribbon, fallen off the stepstool trying to return the receipt books to the top shelf and cut three metres of 8oz wadding, all whilst wearing my very lovely Black Tabard of Death, then in answer to your very bizarre question, I would say "Yes, I BLOODY WELL WORK HERE! OKAY?"
Dammit.
Ut incepit fidelis, sic permanet.
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When I was working as a humble sales associate:
- A customer getting pissed because I patiently listened to her trouble before telling her she
was at the wrong register. The twit blamed ME for wasting HER time and stormed off before
I could further explain where she could go to have her issue resolved.
- A customer filling out a return slip in purposely sloppy handwriting because he didn't want
to do it in the first place, and then getting upset when I politely asked him what the hell it
was that he wrote down for his name and address.
Now:
- UNREALISTIC deadlines for project assignments. My school is becoming more interested
in the tuition the students bring instead of the quality of education they're outputting. How
can graphic designers be expected to learn the entire history of design in a 10 week
semester? As well as complete project assignments for the class?
- a "Zine" assignment for said design history class where I have to design cover art, layout,
and images for 8 pages worth of a magazine based on a design period, as well as come up
with the copy for the selected time period to put into 8 pages. Time allowed: two weeks.
Dear Patient,
I come when you call at 3 am, cos you just cannot take the pain any longer. Mind you, the pain started 12 hours earlier... I still answer your call.
You call cos aliens broke into your house and fried all of your bacon.
You call cos you have burns on your face... Well no shit Sherlock, you are on oxygen and you lit your cig without taking it off first, which by the way, WTF are you doin smokin in the first place?
If I stop on a very busy main road to let you out of a side turning then I do expect some form of appreciation whether that be a nod, an appropriate hand signal, quick flash of the hazard lights or a smile. For those that don’t I wish I could remember you and if the opportunity arose again you can get stuffed and I hope nobody else lets you out either !!
If I offer to get something for you in my own time, since I am going to the grocers for my own provisions anyway, I expect no gratuity and am happy to give you 1pence change if say the item cost £4.99 and you give me a £5 note. I do not find it amusing however to hear you laugh and say ‘oh keep the change towards the cost of your petrol’ !!. I will not be offering to help you again !!.
I loan you for 4 weeks an expensive piece of garden equipment, which enables you to conduct your normal business for which you charge your customers, and you even use my petrol for it and you don’t even buy me a pint or say thank you very much when we chat in the pub !!. Don’t expect me to offer to help you out again !!.
Oh that was good !!
i would love to rage here but then i would have to mention people who are real idiots and who make my life hell because i have to work with them.... but it does make me feel better to be able to say that much anyway... but i plan to exit my job by the summer... so then i will have something else to bitch about... lol...
Government plans examiners whoi make me remove something that I originally left off the plan, but that another examiner made me put on. KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF! I don't CARE if you work in different departments. TALK to each other, and make up your effing minds BEFORE you make me make a change. I bid my jobs based on certain assumptions and parameters. When you make me do changes, then undo them, it wipes out my profit margin. I am NOT the Red Cross; I am in business to make a profit. And, no, I can't "just pass it on to the developer"; HE is in business to make a profit, too, you jackasses!
"There's only three tempos: slow, medium and fast. When you get between in the cracks, ain't nuthin' happenin'." Ben Webster
Dear Douchebag that continues to hit on me relentlessly,
Okay, first off, you're a fucking manwhore. You will literally hit on anything that has a beating heart. What part of "No" escapes your walnut-size brain? Please, look up its definition. I think it would interest you to realize that you don't know how to listen. No matter what is told to you, you really don't care. Actually, yes, you do, and it's about one thing and one thing only; getting off. I really hope your dick falls off. You shouldn't be allowed to procreate. The world doesn't need another insensitive, heartless, womanizing fucktard. We have enough of them already. Oh dear God, will you please stop with how much you like me? First off, you don't even KNOW me. You know my name. You know what I look like. And you know a little bit about the trauma I've been through. Dude, I'm a fucking emotional mess right now, completely traumatized by shit, but that doesn't seem to phase you.
Do you ever listen to yourself speak? I think you should. You'd be surprised at how needy, clingy, and desperate you sound! You're a fucking tulip to the max!
When we talk, I wish someone would seriously take a frying pan and hit me over the head with it, rendering me unconscious. Having a bleeding brain would be worth having an actual reason to not talk to you. You're so damn unavoidable in my life that I hate it. Do I really have to hide from you as if I'm a child? You sicken me in the worst ways. When you hit on me, I vomit in the back of my throat. You are disgusting and repulsive.
I really don't give a fuck anymore about the pathetic, lame excuses you tend to come up with over time. Please, do me a favor, and leave me the hell alone. Also, do the world a favor and get a vasectomy. Wait, whoops, those can be reversed. I have a better idea: Slice your penis off with a butterknife.
Always and lovingly,
Ashley
I've had fuck all sleep. Every time I would drift off someone would wake me. Now I'm running on almost empty plus I have a splitting headache.
That's fucked up. Been there.
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