First – this morning I realised we were out of waters, and resolved myself to stopping on my way in to work for enough waters to last me through the workday. I stopped at Kroger and grabbed a 6-pack. In the checkout line, rather than write a check for $4, I used the gold dollar coins I had on me (John Adams, if you’re curious). The brainiac at the register spent a full minute looking the coin over trying to figure out what it was (as if the coins haven’t been out for several years now – most vending machines take them!) and finally said (in the most snotty, hateful tone I have heard this year), “oh, they’re those coins.”
Now, mind you, I couldn’t possibly give a shit less if she likes getting the dollar coins or not – it’s not her money, and once her shift is over, it’s not her problem, so I basically ignored her comment. Obviously, I was not supposed to ignore and was supposed to respond in some way because she sighed heavily and looked at me, still not punching the information into her register.
“They don’t have 'In God We Trust on them.” Since I was currently on the phone with my husband, I tried to ignore her. So she spoke up – because, obviously, this was very important, “THEY DON’T HAVE IN GOD WE TRUST ON THEM.”
I sigh. “Yes they do. It is imprinted around the edges.” She flips the coins over repeatedly – never once looking at the edge. “No, these don’t have it on them.”
“Look, they have it imprinted on the edges, if they didn’t -”
“You wouldn’t want them? Because I sure wouldn’t!”
“No, actually, if they didn’t have it, I would not let them out of my possession – because they’d be worth a fuck more than a dollar. Can you just complete my transaction please?”
Buying one six-pack of water took me 10 minutes at the checkout alone. Fuck you, you idiotic, inbred, gotta-pretend-to-be-Christian-because-you-think-anyone-gives-a-shit retail moron. At least she didn’t tell me to “have a blessed day.”
Here at work, we have been told that our in-house order-entry system is down to run year-end reports. No orders can be entered until Friday. Why not just send us home? I am not taking orders on paper – that is too much hassle for me AND the customer. Every single customer has been cool with the suggestion that they just call back Friday or place the order online. The point is that 12-31 comes around, regular as clockwork, once a year. You should have figured out how to handle this more then 10 minutes before you were going to shut down the system.
Last thing – my husband’s online banking login information is different than mine. Stupid bank implemented some new bullshit a while back that adds an additional step to logging in – you have to answer a security question. Fine, no problem. Except that I am fucking dyslexic, so entering my FIL’s middle name (one of hubby’s questions) I typo’d it 5 times. It’s a dyslexic thing – I was even on the phone with him (my husband) spelling it as I typed it – I spelled it correctly out loud, and only then realised I added an “e” that didn’t belong. Now, we are locked out of logging into his account online. We both tried to call to resolve the issue, he was on hold for over 10 minutes, I was on hold for over 20 – guess he will have to stop by the branch on the way home and see if he can get it resolved in person. Fuckers.
<----a gold coin smiley