Because it’s not a goddamned stupid fucking question because goddamned 90% of the goddamned fucking time I ask that question, I get the goddamned fucking discount without the goddamned fucking piece of paper in my hands.
If he’s stealing you should probably tell the owner.
Well, no offense to you but you’ve gotta admit that it’s pretty goddamned stupid to give someone a discount just on their say so. I’d like a new car so maybe I should go to a dealership and tell them I have a coupon for a free car but I left it at home? Outrageous example perhaps, but the principle is the same. Buisnesses are shooting themselves in the foot by practically giving shit away like this. Giving in to entitled pricks and scam artists is a big negative in the long run.
Incidentally, we actually have to fax a copy of the day’s discounts to our owner and you can bet your ass he’ll catch anything questionable.
As for this kid, I wouldn’t put it past him to steal from our workplace but I was referring to his home life - he stole video games and players from his family to buy weed. It’s bad enough to be a thief, but stealing from your own family is really low.
Why is every fucking non-super-religious boxed set of Christmas cards by Thomas Kinkade the Douchebag of Lite?
I have two choices in Christmas cards: (1) “May God shower his blessings upon you this holy season”, with harps and angels, which would be mighty inappropriate since everyone knows I’m an atheist; or (2) Kinkade.
Or I can pay quadruple the price and buy all the cards individually. I guess I’ll do that. I’ll buy twenty copies of the one where the kid uses the carrot as the snowman’s schlong. My elderly aunts will love that one.
Actually, come to think of it, they might.
Generally, if there’s a discount voucher in circulation for the item, I can’t see why a business wouldn’t honour the discount even if the customer didn’t have the voucher with them. That’s how it works here for the most part, at least. I’ve certainly never had any issues getting a discount honoured because I didn’t remember to bring the catalogue with me or whatever- the staff know there’s a 20% off special on widgets and just put the discount through anyway. As long as you know to ask, it’s never been an issue IME.
That might be true for bigger buisnesses with more overhead, or, a general sale where you don’t need a coupon, but in this case the customer does actually need the coupon.
Even some smaller stores will honor coupons or discounts in those cases, and as long as the customer is POLITE in asking, I don’t see the harm. I sometimes ask if there are any discounts available, and I’m often given one. I’ve also noted that I saw the same item for a few bucks less at another store, and can I get a price match on it? This usually works best when I have several other things that I’m buying. If I’m told that the price is the price, no discounts or absent coupons, then I just shrug and say “OK, what’s the total then?” and don’t make a fuss about it. My feeling is that I might get a discount if I ask, but I almost certainly won’t if I don’t ask.
However, if the customer pulls that “I’m ENTITLED to a discount/special treatment” shit, then yeah, you are justified in feeling ranty, or even stabby, even if you can’t act on it.
Go to Target - they have a huge selection of non-religious, simple (non-Kinkade!) cards. I sent these Edward Gorey ones last year - they have trees and stuff on them, but the inside reads “Seasons Greetings.”
Or Costco. They don’t have much of a selection, but at least half of what they have is non-religious. I just got a huge box of “Best Wishes for the Holiday Season!” that just has a little polar bear on the front.
I’m so stressed out right now I just want to like… get really drunk because that’s the only way maybe I can forget all the shit going on and all the shit I need to do and… ALL the shit.
I’ve been nauseated for days, had a cold for about two months now (it gets a little better, then a lot worse, but never goes away), my heart pounds and skips and feels like it’s going to explode (it’s probably not, but it’s annoying) and no matter how hard I try to be pleasant and cheerful, I fucking can’t. So I just try to stay quiet. It’s all I can do right now to keep from crying at any given time. This sucks enough at home, but really sucks at work because crying at work is pathetic when you’re not 12. I can’t focus for shit (which is why I’ve posted like 3467547 times today when I have a metric assload of schoolwork to get done). And people just. keep. piling. it. on.
My mom is on my ass to take a week off work because I’ve been working an insane schedule with no such thing as a day off since the semester started. Three jobs and school, plus homework. My social life has melted away, for the most part. My friends only want anything to do with me when they need something. For some, it’s because that’s just how they are. For others, I think it’s because I don’t have time to talk to them just because they want to hang out, but will make the time and stay up all night with them if they’re having a crisis. So it’s my own fault for being selfish. My boyfriend split up with me and I deserved it because I didn’t have enough time for him. He did it via voicemail.
I looked at my schedule to see when I could request off. Not next week because that’s exams and the other two have already asked off, so I have to work. Not the week after because that’s Christmas and people who travel need that time off. Not the week after Christmas for the same reason. And the week after that, I’m back at school anyway.
I haven’t even registered for school next semester yet. I have to test into a math class and I’m not ready because I don’t have the time or mental energy to study math when I have so much other shit to study. I have to do it asap because my teaching job depends on it, but I don’t know where I’m going to find that time in my day. And you can’t register online at my stupid school. I don’t know why.
That’s just the very, very tip of it. I can’t deal with one more person asking one more thing of me. I have a teacher who wants to help me get a scholarship to the school I absolutely want to go to, like wow dream school, but I think I may have to turn him down because if I can’t hack it at this shithole of a school, how am I supposed to even begin to try at a really good school? I’m not cut out for this. I’m just not.
and I have all of one Christmas present bought and have no clue what to get for everyone else.
I ordered these cards and these cards from the Freedom From Religion Foundation. No religious message, but no anti-religious message either. Both cards are illustrated with a tasteful, simple line drawing appropriate to the meterological season.
I have to admit, I really like the snowman/carrot/schlong idea, though.
ETA: Pictures aren’t showing up on FFRF’s sales page. If you’re interested, PM me and I’ll scan mine for you so you can see what they look like.
Or visit your local art museum. We picked up some great Japanese print cards with a snowy theme.
I just want to state right up front that I love my grandmother dearly, all right? But she’s 92 and your quintessential little old lady, and she drives me nuts sometimes. Gramma, you CANNOT use kitchen utensils if the handles have broken off – I almost cut my hand on it, and then yell at me when I went to throw it away.
(I had to lie and tell her I did cut my hand on it – and have no qualms about the guilt trip. I’ll freely pull the “upset granddaughter” if makes her take care of herself!)
THEN she showed me her arm – apparently she got a grease burn taking something out of the oven. And didn’t do anything other than wash it off. sigh
And to my cousins – STOP GIVING HER CANDY. She’s diabetic, dammit!
(Don’t even get me started on the time this summer when she walked down the street in 90+ weather to get a lottery ticket. They wanted to drive her home by the time she got there, and she refused.)
No, she doesn’t need to go to a home. She’s generally all right on her own, and my cousins come down several times a week, and her neighbors are there to help her out. If you even SUGGESTED such a thing, she’d probably have a heart attack. She’s just so damned stubborn.
I canceled my Comcast as a result of that, even though there aren’t any other cable providers in my area and I can’t have satellite. I’d rather live without television than let those fuckers ream my ass.
My back is killing me, I can’t even stand up. I have to take my daughter to work at 6 a.m. tomorrow, go to the dentist, and try to get over to my 80 something mother’s house as she has been snowed in for three days and doesn’t eat anything except canned soup, which is probably gone by now, go and buy her some groceries, and then try to get away from her incessant yakking to go and pick my daughter UP from work, stop and do a couple more errands on the way home, and when I get there, what about the driveway? Beach the car at the bottom? Shovel? Ask daughter to shovel, though she’s not well?
And they wonder why I drink.
Oh look, it’s 1:41 a.m. and I have to be up and ready to go in 4 hours.
Turns out it’s not the easiest thing to know how to be a supportive friend to someone who keeps making a steaming pile of shit out of their own life. If there’s a Choice A (good idea) and a Choice B (bad idea) this person will somehow find an even worse Choice C and go with that. Every. Single. Time. It’s to the point where “Hi! How are ya!” isn’t even a viable conversation starter anymore. Every time I talk with you, I’m thinking “What have you effed up this time?” And then, you proceed to amaze me with what you’ve done this time.
I love you, Friend, I’ve known you a long time and you’re a sweet, caring, and loyal person. I want to be the same for you. But … you’re screwed, and you know it. What am I gonna do? Pat you on the back and lie, say it’s all gonna be ok? It’s not. What else is there to say? It’s NOT gonna be ok? You don’t wanna hear it, and I don’t wanna say it.
Great seeing you last weekend, though.
I actually find some pretty cute non-religious cards - penguins sledding, or some such. Look at Target or stores like that.
I’m poor. I’m broke. I completed Bankruptcy earlier this year.
Stop sending me endless Capitalist Orgy lists of what your kids want for Christmas. Sure, they’ll get it from the rest of the family. No, I’m not blaming you. But you should know by now that I find this very distressing, as I cannot afford to give them even half of what they’re going to get from anyone else in the family.
Honestly, I don’t blame my sister for giving me the lists. I blame my mother and my other sister for being completely oblivious to the idea that I cannot just go out and drop several hundred dollars on christmas presents for various people. This isn’t a new thing. I’ve threatened not to show up for Christmas several times in the last couple of years because of their pressure and, admittedly, my shame at not being able to participate like I used to. I just wish they’d get the clue already and FUCKING KNOCK IT OFF.
Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do for a burn though? Not put anything on it?
Wait, people do that? Seriously? Gross.
To my parents-in-law:
Yes, it’s nice you’re helping your son out by working for him this December. This unfortunately means that we’re in much closer commune than I’d generally prefer: you stayed at my houst last Wednesday through Friday, you’re here again all this week, and you’ll probably be here next week too. (Oh, goody.)
As you know, we currently don’t have a door to our bedroom. Yes, the trim project is taking years and maybe that means that we’re lazy, but this isn’t new - we haven’t had a door for ages. Please do not unload the dishwasher and throw dishes around the kitchen at 5:30 in the morning. While I know I grew up in the north (and thus, am of questionable quality to be married to your son), I’m a good cook and I do feed him occasionally - your potato soup is not required. (Besides, it sucks.) No, it’s not funny when my cat jumps on top of the refrigerator; she’s not used to your dog and doesn’t know that “she’s only playing.” She’s fucking terrified, and this is her house. Watch your damn mutt.
Gah! I’m going to commit homicide, I just know it. The only saving thought is that no jury on this earth would ever convict me.
Ice is okay.
So’s aloe vera.