Hey, harbor cruise operators! You know how I ignore you every single day as I walk past on the way to work? With my backpack, headphones, and thousand yard stare that are all indicative of someone walking to work, as opposed tourists, who wear shorts and t-shirts and stop and stare and point and take pictures and do other touristy things? That means I’m not fucking interested in a fucking harbor cruise and getting in my fucking face about it isn’t going to change my fucking mind.
Especially if you’re the third guy in a line and you just saw me brush past the other two! Do you really think you’re so fucking special that of course I’d have zero interest in your competitors but would be super excited by you inspite of providing an identical service? You’re fucking retarded.
Seconding FerretHerder. You did notify management that they have an employee not only going out of her way to embarrass customers by misinterpreting anything they say, but actually assaulting customers, right?
They said management was “out”. I asked “for how long?” And they said “at least an hour.”
I tried to ask if I could just make the complaint with the desk, but they refused to hear it. I wasn’t waiting around for a damned hour, so I left. I ain’t giving them my business though, that’s for sure.
Are they a corporate chain? If so, send an email to their corporate HQ.
I did this when a cashier repeatedly insulted me by insinuating that I didn’t look right (when I was in business casual clothes just home from work) and that he was ‘protecting’ the woman ahead of me in line from me - while I was doing nothing more than unloading my cart and hadn’t even looked at her.
Of course, what they did was try to offer me stuff, which I refused. As I tell companies when they try to throw product and coupons at me - the purpose of my complaint is NOT to get ‘free stuff’. It is to alert them to an issue and ask them to resolve it.
As I told them in the above case (and yeah, I posted about it on this board), If it happens again, I WILL make a scene and loudly demand a manager.
Thank you, complete stranger for warning me that the junk food I was looking at in the store “will make [me] too fat.” :rolleyes: I’m already fat, but I had no idea one more cookie would push me over some line into “too fat” territory!
I think I just heard my professor’s head explode. This is an online class, so that’s saying something.
This class requires the use of an online reference system rather than them sending us these huge books.
Two weeks before the first class everyone got an email saying that we would be getting an emailed link to register for the system, I’ll call it Q.
The next week the link got emailed with a message that registration for Q was required for the class. There was also a reminder on the class bulletin board.
First day of class, another reminder on the class bulletin board to register for Q.
After week one, another email saying that some of the class hadn’t yet registered for Q, and that we’d be using Q heavily for the rest of the course, so get registered already.
Today the professor posts a message on the BB about the midterm next week. Message is something like “Midterm will be available from Wednesday morning to Saturday evening. You will be allowed to use Q to complete the test.”
Immediately under the prof’s message another student replies, “What is Q? Where do I find it?”
:smack: :smack: :smack:
How this chick has gotten this far in the class without knowing what Q is is beyond me. Unless she hasn’t submitted any assignments yet, and if not she’s severly behind.
Okay, so far today I have allowed myself to get annoyed at 3 friends over something they posted on Facebook that I have, for whatever reason, taken personally. And now I am listening to music that reminds me of someone that broke my heart.
Let me guess? You live in the midwest somewhere? I’ve read the seasons there are winter, second winter, summer and winter again. A friend of my husband’s moved to Michigan then came back a few years later to Staten Island for Christmas. It was ten degrees out and he was wearing a short sleeved shirt.
Minneapolis. It took 75 minutes to make the usually 25 minute drive home. One six block residential stretch was 15 minutes alone.
Oh, and all the adverts for spring landscaping? Fuck off. We’ll be lucky if we can plant in June if this crap keeps up, which is what is being forecast.
Nava, its possible that its become “Our” house in my attempt to continue to ignore and deny the problem. Once Bill gets used to it being our problem, I might be able to move start talking about it as his problem and he will take care of it. He is an engineer after all. Fixing things is what he does best
(I just lied to everyone, but it really sounded good when I typed it out so I left it there.)
My rant: Bill is home. Hurray! We have a business guest. I’m all good with that, Bill needs to talk stuff with said guest tonight which is why I’m here instead of…
Anyhow said guest, who seems to be a very nice man, btw, has a basset hound. A very nice very sweet dog with velvet ears and beautiful soulful brown eyes. Such a nice, polite dog, who is quietly sleeping in the guest room.
Our cats are all sniffing at the door, planning to torture and kill her and then torture her some more before they steal the truck and toss her dismembered limbs into the sea.
I have no idea why they are reacting like this, so I’m wondering what the poor dog got bathed in. She looked freshly groomed, but I’m not going to risk opening the door to check.
I actually sampled the stuff the last time this happened…it didn’t seem to have much of a punch, but it made my stomach rather unhappy.