OUTRAGEOUS TALES FROM THE (old) JOB

[nio kasgami]

Urr, commissions wise, when I was still starting, I used to work for someone who literally made me repeat all my drawings because they don't have the exact pixel distance based on the reference material. For the distance between the girl's bangs. Needless to say, I quit after a while. Since redrawing a specific part just because it's not the exact same measurements of the source material is not worth it. -_-; And it's technically...just...fanart....(I got paid though)

ho no you get you to this kind of picky person D: !? 

they are pain because they are extremely hard to ''sastified''

 

[Touchfuzzy]

I used to work in a pretzel shop a long time ago.

The thing about small little pretzel shops, is that sometimes you are working alone, or with at most, one other person. There might be 3 people there if its busy + the manager or assistant manager is there in the back doing paperwork.

So everyone has to do everything. So you constantly have to move back and forth between making pretzels, running the register, and anything else that needs doing.

So I'm wearing gloves, making pretzels. Working the shop all alone, and someone comes up to buy something. I pull off my right glove and run the register, only ever touching it with my right hand. I take her money with my right hand. I get her pretzel with tongs using my right hand, and give her her change, again with my right hand. I then place the glove I had been holding in my left hand back on, and went back to making pretzels.

And she, flipped, the ****, out. Because I didn't wash my hands before I went back to making pretzels. My hands weren't even touching the pretzels and the only thing touching the pretzels never touched any of those "nasty" surfaces you are complaining about .

Of course, then follows the "I want to talk to your manager" and "I'm the only person here, you can call this number if you wish to file a complaint", "NO I NEED TO TALK TO YOUR MANAGER NOOOOW"

My manager when I told him about it just laughed though.

 

[captainproton]

I feel for you! XD When I was cleaning up markets after retail jobs, I once cleaned after special someone, who had done their deed in the sink of handicapped toilet. Still puzzles me!

Yeah, I had to clean it out of a sink, too, once. Still, it was easier than cleaning it off THE WALL.Oh, and at my current store, there was this guy, Andrew, who used to there. Nice guy, and smart, but apparently totally useless when it came to messes. One time, a kid threw up (hot dogs, I think), and it flooded most one aisle. The parents came and told me, and while they were getting him cleaned up (we also requisitioned a clean shirt for the kid from the sales floor) I called for assistance with the mess. Andrew and one of our managers showed up. She used to work in a lab, and I have tons of baby cousins, so I just went to my Happy Place and started mopping alongside the manager. Meanwhile, andrew is about ten feet away, making "hlllggg....hullgg..." noises, barely suppressing his own barflex. The two of us just told him to leave, rather than risk adding to the mess.

Another time, a baby spat up on the floor, and I was about to call for assistance over the walkie, when Andrew happened by. I stopped him and told him to keep people away from the area while I grabbed the cleaning supplies. It was sorta mean of me, but I pointed to the whitish mess on the floor (it was baby-milk spit-up) and said, "see that? Now don't lick that. It's just come out of a baby." I couldn't help smiling a bit as I heard the "hllgg...hllgg..." noises as Ileft for the spill station.

A couple of months ago, someone wanted to check the price of a six-pack of beer--the kind in bottles, which come in little cardboard carrying things? Well, to scan the price of something, you have to hold the barcode up to the laser, which is pointing down. And the barcode for those sixpacks are usually on the bottom of the cardboard carrying thing. Which is open at the top. So, forgetting how gravity works, she turns the thing upside down to scan it. I'm sure you can guess how that ended.

 

[ThatMaestroGuy]

Work stories! Oh, I've got tons, as I'm sure most of you do. Here's an interesting tidbit of a story, though...

Once upon a time, I used to work as a photo technician. I thought it was a pretty cool job at first, but it soon became apparent that this job was the epitome of frustration. Why, you ask? It may have to do with the hours. Or perhaps it was the customers. But I think the most likely cause for this was the Photo Machine from HELL.

...but I digress.

One day, a lovely tall gentleman stopped by with his disposable camera. I say lovely in that he was very proper and well-spoken, friendly, and seemed like an all-around great guy. We chatted for a bit before he decided to drop his camera off for 1-hour (oh, the irony of that promised time) film development. I wondered what kind of photos this gentleman took...but it didn't take long for me to develop them. The photos were nudes. Not just like...someone randomly took a pic of the guy while he was getting dressed. No. He posed for them...and in some pretty foul poses, at that. The job requires me to review the photos (in case of any illegal activities, although posing nude doesn't count as one of them...I saw many photos of couples gettin' it on while there), so I had to sit there and burn my eyes out while hurriedly pushing the button to continue with the next set of 6.

Needless to say, I was highly upset and disappointed. But when the guy came back to pick up his photos, I felt as if he KNEW I had to sit there and watch him, and it seemed to me he enjoyed the concept very much. He gave me this awkward grin throughout the entirety of his transaction while I remained stone-faced...that bastard.

I never saw the guy again. He never processed more pictures, nor did I see him just picking up stuff in the store.

 

[Alexander Amnell]

@clydous: better old men than freaking children (three times I had to call cops to show up and wait for sick fricks when I worked/later managed walmart photo center) or when the customer shows up as the prints are coming up and gets all offended when you scan them because they are 'private' yet they just take them to get developed at walmart rather than print digitals somewhere...more private.

It's amazing the kind of pictures people will get developed; and you never know who's goin to see them. I had to fire an employee once because he was reprinting and keeping nudes of women that got them developed there.

Then again my favorites where when the local police brought their crime scene photos over, I always had to develop those myself since no one else had the stomach for it. You'd think that a police investigation would have the funds to print their evidence a little more securely.

 

[Prescott]

I was working at a movie theater in the ice cream place. Here are some pretty good stories.

The ice cream shop was right next to the "arcade" that played the same 30 second loop non stop. 7 hours of this got pretty bad, and I would always joke that it would be in my nightmares. One night, I actually had a nightmare, and that dang song was in it! I woke up and I could still hear it for a while, and that was one of the scariest moments of my life.

My friend was serving up some ice cream to this huge African American guy, and when asked what flavour he wanted, he said that he wanted "sniggaz." Not Snickers, oh no, he wanted SNIGGAZ. We were both trying to hold back our laughter as I rang him up and my buddy got him his sniggaz. After taking one small bite of it, the man paused for a couple seconds, then casually said "Tastes like sweat." He then walked away. We both busted up laughing, that was great.

In the downtime my buddy and I would always play "ice ninja" in the back room, which was like fruit ninja, except with ice and a broomstick. We would take turns throwing ice at each other and the other one would try and slice it with the broomstick. It was fun, until he swung right when my manager walked in the door. She got hit in the face, and we never got to play ice ninja again xD

I'm sure there's plenty other stories, just can't think of them right now.

 

[captainproton]

Oh, I can't believe i forgot this one--

A couple of years ago, I had to go in early for an entertainment return scan (we scan through all the dvds and cds, and the system tells us what we're supposed to send back to the distribution center). At the same time, the truck team were unloading that day's truck. As part of that process, the group working the cosmetics freight (and in a few other depts.) would get a few shopping carts lined up to help sort out the fright.

Well, I'm in the entertainment stockroom (we have our own) with a couple of other people, and we're doing our scan, yadda yadda, and all of a sudden, we hear this awful scream. Of course, we think someone's been injured, but soon we realize no one is calling out a Code Green on the walkie, so that can't be it. Now, we're more curious than concerned, so we go check out the hubbub.

We do see that Alina, this sweet older lady who immigrated from Russia, is in a State (yes, with the capital S) being calmed down. We see there is one cart not with the others for the cosmetics freight. That's because inside it is A SEVERED COW LEG.

SERIOUSLY.

Once the initial shock and disgust was gone, it was sorta funny in a weird sort of way. It wasn't like the thing was gory and bloody--in fact, you'd almost think it was a partial taxidermy. Well, our facilities technician bagged it up for disposal, when our store manager--everyone's boss--had an idea.

See, our then-HR manager was moving to another store in another city. There were the usual cards and going-away gifts, and the execs had also snuck into her office and turned everything upside down as a little prank.

Well, guess what got put into a gift bag with the rest of it?

Yup.

The leg.

Thankfully, her sense of humor was as screwy as everyone else's, or she at least ha the grace to pretend so.

 

[Ksi]

I've got a couple of stories under my belt I could share. I'll set up the scene since this place will be the place of most of my stories.

I worked for a few years in an OP shop (also known as an opportunity shop or a religion-run second-hand shop. Salvation Army) sorting items in the back room, placing product, tending tills and cleaning. For the most part, working there was fun. The crew were great - all older women who liked to joke and mess around a little - and the boss was awesome (she was ex-army, still rather young and didn't take **** from customers. She had our backs which was really neat.) A lot of the day was spent sorting through the donations that came through the back - we'd get some really neat stuff and some pretty bad stuff too. One time I was digging through a box and found a bunch of used condoms. Another time we found a gorgeous tea set that had become the home of mice and cockroaches and yet another time we found a bunch of very, very risque books that had pop-outs... of quite inappropriate things - since we couldn't sell it being a religious store, we kept it out back to giggle over during slow times. Of course it wasn't all fun and games. There were the customers who would literally **** in the changing rooms or leave baby nappies in them, the ones who would demand to use our toilets even though legally we couldn't allow that and there was a public toilet across the road, or the shoplifters who thought they were so clever stealing second-hand items which would have gone to fund charities and the local soup kitchen.

The main issue I had with the store was that the sorting area was technically a shed - tin roof, lots of windows and no air-conditioning. Hell, even the front of the store had none. This would be an issue if it weren't for the fact I live in Australia and my area hits 40+ Celsius quite often - meaning that the back room was hell on earth even with a few fans, and a lot of time in the summer we had to have the lights off in the shop itself so that it wouldn't get too hot. Add sorting linens to that and... >.<;

I was one of the people that Boss would ask to check things online, since I was the only one with knowledge of the internet and gaming/etc (we had more than a few old systems come through). One day we had a brand name sofa that can be adjusted to become a single/double bed come in - good quality, two chairs included (which could be made into single beds themselves) so I did the snooping and told her the ballpark figure for a secondhand version of the set (almost $2000 worth with what we had) and she decided to set the price at around $250. Now, the thing about this store was that we'd get in certain customers who believed that items should worth be what they thought. This one lady was well-known to come in and purchase furniture, only to sell it again at a much higher price in her husband's second hand store. Her eyes practically shone with unholy greed when she saw this set - she know what it was and what it could be worth but damn if she was going to pay even a quarter of the price for it. So she tried to bargain, tried to weasel by pointing out small issues (like the tiny hole on one of the chairs, hidden under the cushion). I was a wake-up to her and wouldn't let it go for any less, which Boss approved of - as she said, $250 could help a lot of people and the set was in very, very good condition. Unfortunately, the lady came back when I wasn't working and one of the older ladies was at the till and managed to get it for $150, citing the other furniture around as a ballpark and confusing the poor old dear.

One day I was cleaning up - Boss was doing work in her office and one of the older ladies was on till (an inoffensive little grandmother who was a total sweetheart). I heard a racket and came out to find Boss and a burly, middle-aged man having a stare down. He eventually backed down - Boss wasn't army for nothing - and was banned from the store, but that was the last time that lady sat on the till by herself. Apparently he'd come in and made a fuss about not being able to use his credit card to pay for an item. When she directed him across the street to the bank (literally across from us) he got huffy and left. When he came back he literally threw the money in her face and started raging about having to waste his time dealing with ... well, he used a lot of horrible names. Boss had come out of her office to get something and near leaped over the counter to head him off as he had started to get in the older lady's face. Poor lady was shaken horribly and had to be sent home (only after Boss had taken her to the break room and calmed her down over cups of tea and biscuits, which she always kept us supplied with). Never did see that guy again.

Then there was the $5 DVD players that literally walked out the door via shoplifter straight after it had been put out - when I called out (seeing it in their hands) the person flung it down on the concrete outside, breaking it, and ran off. Yet another banned person. In fact, we had a few shoplifters. One woman we noticed eying off a porcelain doll and tried to smuggle it out in her handbag - seeing it missing while the woman was being served, Boss smoothly pointed out that she'd 'forgotten' to pay for the doll. Cue embarrassed sounds and digging back into her purse for more money. There was also the guy who didn't get caught walking out with a roll of carpet over his shoulder due to everyone being busy. We only noticed afterwards that he'd left without paying for it - Boss shrugged it off since it had actually not been for sale - she'd put it down while dealing with another customer, because she was taking it out back to be recycled. XD

It's not all doom and gloom, though. There are some funny and neat stories. Like the parents who brought in their kids every week. They'd donate a bunch of toys, them purchase new ones with an allowance, constantly cycling through them. The two kids were always very polite (unlike some others that Boss had to put into place after they almost destroyed a jungle gym that came in) and used their manners a lot. There was also the mentally disabled girl who came in every Tuesday, who we'd put pink things out for because it was her favourite colour. She was a sweetheart and would talk to me about birds and animals that she'd seen in the previous week, what she'd done at school and how she was doing.

There was a cookie jar that came in that never, ever sold. Usually we'd rotate stock if it didn't sell, but this one was a personal joke that we all shared because it looked like a woman's breast. We'd get a kick out of just seeing it sitting on the shelf, waiting for an owner. I went back the other week and it was still there. XD

Another nice story was that of the wedding dresses. We had a few come in and we'd rent them out, but after a while we got too many in and decided to put a few on the shelves for sale. $2 each. Yes, you read that right. The day we put them out two women came in looking for wedding dresses as they were having a double wedding in a few months time. They saw these two and they fell in love. Yes, they got their dream dresses for $4 total.

Let's not forget the $700 skirt, with tags, that got put on the shelf for $5 that went to a struggling mother of 4 who had given up on pampering herself or the Armani suit that came in, complete with everything (bow, tie, shoes, socks, pants, vest, shirt, suit... everything) that walked out the door on a well-known poor teens arm for $10. He came in a week later with some pictures of him at the social dance, showing off just how great he looked. He was really excited to be given the chance to look great for his first real date.

e: Oh, um... I wrote a lot. Sorry. >.<;

 

[nio kasgami]

I've got a couple of stories under my belt I could share. I'll set up the scene since this place will be the place of most of my stories.

I worked for a few years in an OP shop (also known as an opportunity shop or a religion-run second-hand shop. Salvation Army) sorting items in the back room, placing product, tending tills and cleaning. For the most part, working there was fun. The crew were great - all older women who liked to joke and mess around a little - and the boss was awesome (she was ex-army, still rather young and didn't take **** from customers. She had our backs which was really neat.) A lot of the day was spent sorting through the donations that came through the back - we'd get some really neat stuff and some pretty bad stuff too. One time I was digging through a box and found a bunch of used condoms. Another time we found a gorgeous tea set that had become the home of mice and cockroaches and yet another time we found a bunch of very, very risque books that had pop-outs... of quite inappropriate things - since we couldn't sell it being a religious store, we kept it out back to giggle over during slow times. Of course it wasn't all fun and games. There were the customers who would literally **** in the changing rooms or leave baby nappies in them, the ones who would demand to use our toilets even though legally we couldn't allow that and there was a public toilet across the road, or the shoplifters who thought they were so clever stealing second-hand items which would have gone to fund charities and the local soup kitchen.

The main issue I had with the store was that the sorting area was technically a shed - tin roof, lots of windows and no air-conditioning. Hell, even the front of the store had none. This would be an issue if it weren't for the fact I live in Australia and my area hits 40+ Celsius quite often - meaning that the back room was hell on earth even with a few fans, and a lot of time in the summer we had to have the lights off in the shop itself so that it wouldn't get too hot. Add sorting linens to that and... >.<;

I was one of the people that Boss would ask to check things online, since I was the only one with knowledge of the internet and gaming/etc (we had more than a few old systems come through). One day we had a brand name sofa that can be adjusted to become a single/double bed come in - good quality, two chairs included (which could be made into single beds themselves) so I did the snooping and told her the ballpark figure for a secondhand version of the set (almost $2000 worth with what we had) and she decided to set the price at around $250. Now, the thing about this store was that we'd get in certain customers who believed that items should worth be what they thought. This one lady was well-known to come in and purchase furniture, only to sell it again at a much higher price in her husband's second hand store. Her eyes practically shone with unholy greed when she saw this set - she know what it was and what it could be worth but damn if she was going to pay even a quarter of the price for it. So she tried to bargain, tried to weasel by pointing out small issues (like the tiny hole on one of the chairs, hidden under the cushion). I was a wake-up to her and wouldn't let it go for any less, which Boss approved of - as she said, $250 could help a lot of people and the set was in very, very good condition. Unfortunately, the lady came back when I wasn't working and one of the older ladies was at the till and managed to get it for $150, citing the other furniture around as a ballpark and confusing the poor old dear.

One day I was cleaning up - Boss was doing work in her office and one of the older ladies was on till (an inoffensive little grandmother who was a total sweetheart). I heard a racket and came out to find Boss and a burly, middle-aged man having a stare down. He eventually backed down - Boss wasn't army for nothing - and was banned from the store, but that was the last time that lady sat on the till by herself. Apparently he'd come in and made a fuss about not being able to use his credit card to pay for an item. When she directed him across the street to the bank (literally across from us) he got huffy and left. When he came back he literally threw the money in her face and started raging about having to waste his time dealing with ... well, he used a lot of horrible names. Boss had come out of her office to get something and near leaped over the counter to head him off as he had started to get in the older lady's face. Poor lady was shaken horribly and had to be sent home (only after Boss had taken her to the break room and calmed her down over cups of tea and biscuits, which she always kept us supplied with). Never did see that guy again.

Then there was the $5 DVD players that literally walked out the door via shoplifter straight after it had been put out - when I called out (seeing it in their hands) the person flung it down on the concrete outside, breaking it, and ran off. Yet another banned person. In fact, we had a few shoplifters. One woman we noticed eying off a porcelain doll and tried to smuggle it out in her handbag - seeing it missing while the woman was being served, Boss smoothly pointed out that she'd 'forgotten' to pay for the doll. Cue embarrassed sounds and digging back into her purse for more money. There was also the guy who didn't get caught walking out with a roll of carpet over his shoulder due to everyone being busy. We only noticed afterwards that he'd left without paying for it - Boss shrugged it off since it had actually not been for sale - she'd put it down while dealing with another customer, because she was taking it out back to be recycled. XD

It's not all doom and gloom, though. There are some funny and neat stories. Like the parents who brought in their kids every week. They'd donate a bunch of toys, them purchase new ones with an allowance, constantly cycling through them. The two kids were always very polite (unlike some others that Boss had to put into place after they almost destroyed a jungle gym that came in) and used their manners a lot. There was also the mentally disabled girl who came in every Tuesday, who we'd put pink things out for because it was her favourite colour. She was a sweetheart and would talk to me about birds and animals that she'd seen in the previous week, what she'd done at school and how she was doing.

There was a cookie jar that came in that never, ever sold. Usually we'd rotate stock if it didn't sell, but this one was a personal joke that we all shared because it looked like a woman's breast. We'd get a kick out of just seeing it sitting on the shelf, waiting for an owner. I went back the other week and it was still there. XD

Another nice story was that of the wedding dresses. We had a few come in and we'd rent them out, but after a while we got too many in and decided to put a few on the shelves for sale. $2 each. Yes, you read that right. The day we put them out two women came in looking for wedding dresses as they were having a double wedding in a few months time. They saw these two and they fell in love. Yes, they got their dream dresses for $4 total.

Let's not forget the $700 skirt, with tags, that got put on the shelf for $5 that went to a struggling mother of 4 who had given up on pampering herself or the Armani suit that came in, complete with everything (bow, tie, shoes, socks, pants, vest, shirt, suit... everything) that walked out the door on a well-known poor teens arm for $10. He came in a week later with some pictures of him at the social dance, showing off just how great he looked. He was really excited to be given the chance to look great for his first real date.

e: Oh, um... I wrote a lot. Sorry. >.<;

this is the biggest text I saw of all my life D: !!!!! 

*nio.exe. encounter a problem and need to close*

 

[Simon D. Aelsi]

The story of the Armani Suit teen was awesome. Someday when I'll be able to wear stuff like that, I'll save up and buy somethin' like that.

 

[Simon D. Aelsi]

Alright, I got one. This one's kinda dirty though, so kiddiewinks shut your eyes and turn away! (I've censored everything. Don't worry, mods.)

I used to run a HUSS Topspin ride (Google it. Those things are terrifying.) and it was a slow day, so we'd often let people reride. For us, that was easy since it was a matter of simpy unlocking restraints and loading anyone else who was in line, or letting those who wanted to leave... well...leave.

This one young woman kept riding over and over. No biggie. Until the forth ride.  Breathing heavily she asked me "Can I... *pant*... go one *pant* one more *pant*... time? *pant*"

Me, being the naive guy I was said "Sure!".  Now, somehow ( ...........) the ride was cranked up to 100% even though there were like, 3 people on. (The ride flips much faster this way. Ehehehehehe)

Anyway, she seemed to be enjoying herself a lot. She was smiling even though her eyes were tightly shut. She was also gripping the handholds white-knuckle tight.  When the final flips finished, I noticed something.  My fellow operator was like

"The fountains are off today, right?"
"Yeah, why?"

"Looks like the rider got--"

We both stopped dead in our tracks. She did.... SOMETHING.... on that ride.  And it wasn't pee-ing. @__@  We were both disgusted, horrified and... well... yeah.

We had to shut the ride down and clean it up! Oh man, that was fun. <_< Not.

Long story short: That young woman had a very, very, VERY good time on that ride.  *deep breath*  Well, it is very rough and it vibrates a LOT.  Soooo... *ahem*

Yeah.

 

[Clee]

Working late one night, the mortician I work for decided it would be fun to pull a fast one on me. After cleaning and preparing a casket  for a service that was scheduled for the next morning. Jeff (The mortician i work for) asked me to make sure everything was set and I cleaned out the casket that was to be used the next day. Finally after making my rounds in the graveyard. I headed back into the main building.  Lo and behold when I opened the casket  there was a blow up doll covered in fake blood and holding a knife.  After screaming out a few obscenities and slamming the casket closed  I decided to confront him. His answer to this day still makes me laugh. "Well then Mr. Lee, next time you wont be so weak stomached when we do an embalming process will you?". 

 

[Simon D. Aelsi]

Working late one night, the mortician I work for decided it would be fun to pull a fast one on me. After cleaning and preparing a casket  for a service that was scheduled for the next morning. Jeff (The mortician i work for) asked me to make sure everything was set and I cleaned out the casket that was to be used the next day. Finally after making my rounds in the graveyard. I headed back into the main building.  Lo and behold when I opened the casket  there was a blow up doll covered in fake blood and holding a knife.  After screaming out a few obscenities and slamming the casket closed  I decided to confront him. His answer to this day still makes me laugh. "Well then Mr. Lee, next time you wont be so weak stomached when we do an embalming process will you?". 

Necroposting!

Whow. That sounds rough. 

(C'mon people! Gimme moooore! )

 

[Clord]

Urr, commissions wise, when I was still starting, I used to work for someone who literally made me repeat all my drawings because they don't have the exact pixel distance based on the reference material. For the distance between the girl's bangs. Needless to say, I quit after a while. Since redrawing a specific part just because it's not the exact same measurements of the source material is not worth it. -_-; And it's technically...just...fanart....(I got paid though)

I kind of can understand the client if the difference is noticeable.


I'm too lenient as a client so I don't take out measuring tape for stuff like that.

 

[Ms Littlefish]

I thought I'd finally write this one out. I file it under "too stupid to be true."

 

A few weeks ago a young patron came into my line to purchase a 12 pack of beer. I asked him for his ID and he presented it; so cool, awesome. This is going to go perfectly smooth! Except, when I looked at it; he was underage. 

 

It actually felt a little surreal. Why would an actual 20 year old present to me his actual ID? It's not a fake. It's a real, state-issued ID of a 20 year old. And he's trying to buy alcohol with it. 

 

Why wouldn't he follow the footsteps of all my other underage customers and say he left his wallet at home and then swear to me that he was 21? Not that it ever works on me but it would have at least been expected.

 

I couldn't think of anything to say other than, "Uh, you're 20."

Then I couldn't believe it. He replied, "I'm actually 21."

 

Freaking what? How can you say that when I have the proof in my hand? It's a legal state-issued (vertical, too) ID. It's a picture of him. Not only is his birth date one of a 20 year old, but it says "under 21 until xx/xx/xxxx." 

 

I still can only reply, "You're 20."

 

He's getting irritated and he tries it, "My driver's licence was suspended so I have to use my old State ID for now, I swear I'm 21."

"And this changes your birth date, how?"

"Please, the beer is only for cooking anyway."

"All 12 of them?"

He swore again, "I'm 21!"

 

However, by the powers vested to me by this grocery store. I'm allowed to refuse any sale I'm not comfortable making.

Bye.

 

[EternalShadow]

That's kind of weird for me to read, considering the legal age in the UK is 18

 

[Simon D. Aelsi]

@HFL, MY guess is (despite the voting and serving in our military) ther bodies aren't ready and MOST men and women have shown that they're simply not mature enough to handle themselves.

Speaking of drunk idiots, I have a story from the theme park.   *serves you all popcorn*

I was working at Perilous Plunge (Now defunct and long ripped out, thank God. But that's another post!) and it was in the heat of summer. One of our two 24-passenger boats was out for the season due to cracked parts, and two of its wheels being used for boat #1.  The ride is simple A lift hill, a high section turn, and a 78 degree drop. The whole structure shook like a leaf as the 12 ton boat made its way around the circuit. The boat would then float back to the station. (Heh... "float".  LOL!  But again, that's another post!)

We had a 3 hour line with one boat in the summer heat. The park serves alcoholic beverages. Not pretty!

 Some chick and her boyfriend, both sloshed, start talking smack about how we're too slow and how they "have things to see and people to do". (I wish I was kidding... )

Meanwhile they kept climbing on the metal handrails.  Y'know, the ones where you'll hear a peppy voice sometimes say over the loudspeaker "For your safety, please to not climb on the handrails!"  Yeah. Those.  Guess who was in the control booth, being that voice? Yup. Me!

It gets boring saying the same thing 500 times a day, so I like to spice it up a bit.

For everyone's safety please do not sit or stand on the handrails. That would be very dangerous...   for our poor concrete." People actually laugh.

I'm gonna call her "Lady SLosh".  Anyway, Lady Slosh screamed-rather, slurred- "Ah, shut up and do your job!"

I slyly replied "I am doing my job. Lady with the blonde hair and the hello kitty shirt, off the handrails." All eyes were on her. 

She then started spouting beautiful colorful language.  She started spewing things like "SEXIST!" and "MISOGYNIST"... 

Wouldn't you know it? The handrail broke under her weight. (They're designed to hold your weight, BUT NOT LIKE THAT!)

Down she went and into the crowd of people. It was like human dominoes!  I heard the screams of the people on the boat, followed by the screams of people in line suddenly being pushed into a waterfall.  the sound was... oddly satisfying.  The mic was "live" (meaning people could hear what I said, even though I wasn't pushing the button to speak) and yeah. Me and about three other operators who were sitting in for their breaks (The nearest break room was a quarter mile away. No thanks!).

Next thing I heard?  "Y'all racist! I wanna talk to a supervisor!"

I had to go out onto the dock because we were switching. Oh, joy. I get to deal with Lady Slosh, who was now pulling the "IT'S BECAUSE I'M BLACK!!!" card.  Woooonderful.

She started hollering at me, reading me the riot act.  Long story short:
"I have  kids and I paid X hundred dollars to come here. If I wana sit on the @#$% handrails, I'M GONNA SIt ON ThE @$%^ HANDRAILS AND NoTHIN'S GONNA STOP ME!"

In other words, "I paid money to be here so I can break your rules."  Totally makes sense! 

So here comes our supervisor. The woman starts crying, holding her head and points at ME. She's black.  So is our supervisor.  Sweet victory! I think.

I could hear a lot of shouting. Fortunately most of the other guests were on my side.  "HE EVEN SAID IT LIKE FIVE TIMES!" They said.

I would have gone of scott free, but she played the "He was rude!" card, and instantly the employee in question gets a demerit.  yikes.    All in all, that was one of the most entertaining situations ever.  But HOLY MOLY, her breath. I got drunk just smelling the booze on her breath! She had to be like, in her FORTIES.  

Moral of the story, you don't have to be young to be an idiot on alcohol.

 

[Bastrophian]

I used to work in a pretzel shop a long time ago.

The thing about small little pretzel shops, is that sometimes you are working alone, or with at most, one other person. There might be 3 people there if its busy + the manager or assistant manager is there in the back doing paperwork.

So everyone has to do everything. So you constantly have to move back and forth between making pretzels, running the register, and anything else that needs doing.

So I'm wearing gloves, making pretzels. Working the shop all alone, and someone comes up to buy something. I pull off my right glove and run the register, only ever touching it with my right hand. I take her money with my right hand. I get her pretzel with tongs using my right hand, and give her her change, again with my right hand. I then place the glove I had been holding in my left hand back on, and went back to making pretzels.

And she, flipped, the frick, out. Because I didn't wash my hands before I went back to making pretzels. My hands weren't even touching the pretzels and the only thing touching the pretzels never touched any of those "nasty" surfaces you are complaining about .

Of course, then follows the "I want to talk to your manager" and "I'm the only person here, you can call this number if you wish to file a complaint", "NO I NEED TO TALK TO YOUR MANAGER NOOOOW"

My manager when I told him about it just laughed though.

@Touchfuzzy- I swear they just do it to get a rush, or something.

This really isint much of a story....but more of a reply to Touchfuzzy. I was once a Walmart Deli Associate at my local Walmart. Man....my sis says that her job at McDonnalds is hell, and im not saying its not....but man, EVERY holiday is a fiasco, as im sure most people know....and every day completely stressful. It was especially so when people dont show up on time, or at all. When you are the "SOUL" worker manning the deli, you can get caught up in so much that needs your attention RIGHT-NOW (Im talking, stocking shelves, unpacking freight, cooking food, washing dishes, loading rotisserie chickens, slicing meat, HELPING OTHER CUSTOMERS who have an attitude as entitled as satans!!!) that you just dont see the customer (who is just standing there with a bulldog face, making no effort on their pert to get your already extremely taxed attention.) .....NO APOLOGY WILL APPEASE THEM!!....sigh.....ive digressed majorly, im sorry.lol (my time at walmart still irks me XD ) .

AAAaaanyway, I remember this one time when we were short, and this one lady shows up...i was loading rotisserie chickens at the time and i thought another coworker was helping her, and where your standing, where i was loading chickens you cant see the front very well. So when i was finished i noticed that their was a woman still standing at the front so i walked up and asked her if i could help her. Now, i had NEVER seen this woman in my life...if she was so opposed to the idea of me helping her, i dont know why she just didint leave (i was the only one that could have helped her at that moment). But she told me, in a very snotty tone, "Uh no, but if i do, i'll be sure to ask someone else." .....and she wasint the first customer like that, and i dont recon as long i continue to work retail jobs that she will be.....i dont miss Walmart.            

 

[Simon D. Aelsi]

@DS OUCH.   The service Industry is a thankless one, and those who can work it with a smile on their face, and even those who LIKE it... Man, they're beautiful special people.

I am NOT one of those people! (Totally made a grown woman cry because her kid wasn't tall enough to ride "his first coaster".  C:<

 

[Clord]

Here in Finland we don't have custom to normally tip as we pay normal wages even for those that work as waiters etc. On the flip-side those who try to be super hot to get tipped more has not as much advantage over here.


I don't need to mention which country especially makes the customers to pay their wages.