Last week, I had the cuntstomer from hell. She wanted an invoice faxed, but didn’t know her order #, ID #, phone # or anything else that would help me finding her shit. I finally found it, but was trying to clarify what she needed and she for about the nth time cunted at me, so I sent her to customer service. You know what? I don’t get paid enough to deal with people who treat me like shit. Of course, the fucking shitstain complained that I was rude and my fucking idiot of a manager brought it up in our monthly meeting and told me how I should be “more consistent with giving good customer service.” We listened to the fucking call together and I pointed out that the woman was a fucking cunt from the get-go and asked how I could possibly have handled the call any better than I did. What did my manager say? “Well, there’s nothing you could do better than you did, but”
But what, motherfucker? There is no “but” here – except the one (with an extra ‘t’) in which your fucking cranium is inserted. I COULDN’T HAVE DONE ANYTHING FOR THE FUCKING FESTERING FUCKSTAIN. Jesus fucking Christ.
So, after dealing with that bullshit, what happens today? I get another moronic cumbucket on the phone who doesn’t understand – after I told her no less than 8 times – that she can not place an order unless and until she has an account in the system. Once she’s in the fucking system, I will be happy to place her order on hold until she can fax her tax information in to us to avoid paying sales tax. Finally, I send her to customer service, because she is calling me stupid and still not fucking getting it. The girl in CS who got her still couldn’t get it through her fucking head that she had to have a fucking account to place an order to put on hold to fax in her fucking resale information. But, because the fucking cumdumpster complained about me, it has to go to a call review and my idiot manager will be giving me another lecture.
I swear to OG, this could be a pit thread all by itself – the way my manager has been acting lately. If I didn’t make about 40% more here (and have high-speed, unrestricted internet access) than I would elsewhere for similar work…ugh.
I pit this godawful virus my husband picked up at work 2.5 weeks ago. First he got sick, then a couple days later I did. He started off with a head cold; mine went straight to my chest. We both ended up with infections, so after a week we both saw the doctor and were put on antibiotics. The infections cleared right up.
But did the damn virus stop doing its evil thing at that point? Hell no. We’re both infection free, but we both still go up and down and around with having zero energy one day, having a headache the next day, having muscle aches the next day, etc., etc. We never both have the same thing twice, but we each have at least one every day.
And just when we both think this thing has to have finally run its course? One of his coworkers assures him that he had the same thing, and it finally ran its course after 3.5-4 weeks!
Fuck! That means I’ve still got 1.5-2 more weeks of feeling like shit ahead of me!
Is it rock salt, or Morton’s? I vote for frozen margaritas…you deserve a whole pitcher after that mess. Of course, if you’re set on not actually eating the salt, you could always do homemade ice cream (I have a couple of hand-cranked ice cream freezers in the garage, and I’ll be passing through New York at the end of the month).
Seriously, though…your “mini rant” might deserve its own thread. Whoa.
Manny Ramirez, you look like a clown on the field. Somebody needs to take this guy aside and show him how to dress as a professional ballplayer. Somebody who can enforce it. I friggin’ hate seeing this guy. And you’re not much of a sportsmanlike player, either. Jerk.
Heh, it’d probably be easier than conveniently not being home every time they show up for another session. Either that or faking a conversion. :rolleyes: Once my grandmother’s back in Florida though, the personalized prayer sessions are over. I’ll deal with the phone calls from her as they come.
Unfortunately, it’s table salt, or I’d be all over the margarita idea. I still wonder what they wanted me to do with it, but wasn’t going to start another scandal by admitting I didn’t know what it was for.
Yea, I still can’t believe it. They went from a disagreement over how something happened when he was a kid to him working “**Omega ** doesn’t believe in God” into the conversation. WTF? He knew I wasn’t sharing this with the older members of either side of the family.
I don’t think I take pro sports too seriously; this is probably my first and only rant about them. My husband watches baseball, though, and every time I see that walking unmade bed on the field, it just bugs me. As for the unsportsmanlike conduct, maybe I should have said just plain jerk conduct - punching out an 88 year old guy (Johnny Pesky), slapping his teammate (Youkilis), assaulting a 64 year old secretary (Jack McCormick), and assorted idiotic antics. “Manny being Manny” means “Manny being an Asshole and Getting Away With It” to me. I have no patience for people getting paid $20,000,000 to play baseball for a living and acting like this. Your mileage, as always, is free to vary.
(Sorry, Asimovian, I have no props to give this guy. Being able to hit a baseball doesn’t excuse the rest of him to me.)
I’m with ya,** featherlou**. We had him in Cleveland when he was just a rookie nutcase and he was “Manny being Manny” then. Now he’s a full-blown whacko and he’s still getting away with that shit. He needs a cold bucket of water.
Hey, if they were Japanese you could throw handsful of it after them as they left (a really rude gesture - roughly it means “I am cleansing my house of the evil of your presence”.)
Otherwise I got nuthin’. No idea what salt means to a pentecostal.
Roddy
I know tipping is a hot button issue here, but that’s why I’m jsut posting in them mini-rants thread, not making a new one.
If you rack up over a hundred dollar check, and pay for $50 with a gift card, you still tip on the whole check. I’m fine with 15%. I’m not one of those servers who complains about anything less than 20%, but when you tip 15% on $55, even though the actual bill was $105, that means I got less than 10%. And to top it off you were my last table of the night and took a long time to finally pay, so I stayed about 45 minutes longer than I normally do on a Friday night.
It’s a good thing I don’t have a life or else that last part would really irk me.
The LCD on my husband’s laptop is cracked. Various accusations were thrown; we finally agreed to blame it on one of the cats. $200 and I get to spend a day taking the motherfucker apart. Shit, fuck and damn. He could use my laptop for school if it wasn’t his hand-me-down with the wonky motherboard that you have to sit on it to make it boot. Jesus de Christo but I wish and hope this next academic year goes smoothly after this.
Look, cocksuckers, I paid immediately after the auction ended. You leave positive feedback on your next log-in. That’s how it works. Bid, Win, Pay, Get good feedback. Quit withholding my deserved positive feedback for possible retribution. If I give you a negative feedback, you deserve it. That does not mean I suddenly deserve a negative feedback because your product/shipping/etc. was poor and I rightfully got upset about it.
Why are you assuming that the buyer is “withholding [your] deserved positive feedback for possible retribution”? And in case you aren’t aware of it sellers are no longer permitted to leave negative feedback, so they can’t give you negative feedback in retaliation for anything that you say or do. I’m not aware of any eBay policy, or even suggestion, that sellers should leave feedback as soon as they receive payment.
So what’s stopping people from bidding on as many auctions as they want of the same item and only paying for the cheapest one? Also, doesn’t that mean that all new buyers will have a 100% rating no matter what they do? What’s the point of even having feedback at that point?
