Excuse ME, bitchface, but the signature line was empty when I sent the cheque back to you. We’ll take a happy face and a pawprint as a signature; the one signature we can’t take is a blank line. People.
Whoops, meant to start a new thread.
Sorry, didn’t meant to scare you outta here. I feel much better now. 
This just popped into my head. Stupid fucking gas station attendant!
I had a $20 gift certificate to BP, went inside to pay for my gas, and after checkout, the attendant said “OK, you’re good, go fill up your $20 or however much you want.” Skipping a chance for a hur-hur moment at her expense, I thought she meant fill up and pay the difference, which I was only happy to do.
So I passed $20, got to about $27 when my gas suddenly cut off, she ran out of the store redfaced and panting for breath and said “YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT, RIGHT?” I mustered up the strongest “what the fuck?” face that could send the message that she might have well asked if I was going to remember to breathe in after breathing out, and responded “yeah…I’m filling up and coming in to pay when I’m done.”
She demanded I leave a credit card with her in order to do so. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem, but I don’t take kindly to being harassed. I said “no thanks, I’ll just get this much and pay later.” As I was checking out, I just said “sorry, it’s nothing personal, I just don’t like to leave my card out of my sight with someone I don’t know.”
All of this seems like very reasonable behavior. She doesn’t want someone to drive off without paying, I don’t want to leave my card with someone I don’t know.
But then she gets all indignant, throws my receipt in my hand and shouts, “I’M NOT A THIEF.” So I just look her in the eye and shoot right back, “neither am I, but that didn’t stop you from cutting off my gas just one minute ago.”
Cunt.
Dear Ceiling Light Fixture in my Kitchen:
This is the third time in less than a year I’ve had to call maintainence because of you. This is exessive. Especially since I’ve had to call maintainence twice for unrelated reasons in the past 3 months.
(1. Lightbulb burnt out in kitchen, and one in bathroom. that was August? I think.
2. Fixture quit working altogether
3. When fixing problem 2, maintainence failed to clean up after themselves. It’s not so much the trash I minded as the left behind equipment–like the stepladder. Also, they left it Friday, and didn’t come back until Monday.
4. Toilet problems–non emergency, but took annoyingly long to be fixed
5. Lightbulb burnt out in kitchen. Ack!)
WTF? You call maintenance for a new lightbulb? That must be one helluva place you’re renting if they come and change your lightbulbs. When I worked in property management, we would have laughed our asses off after that call.
I’ve been having issues with one group work section all semester. I’m not going to get into the vast majority of the problems, but it’s mostly over. We had our last mini-assignment due today, and it was split between the three of us. I picked the article to critique and offered to compile the three sections (I did the last one) and submit it. I get emailed the documents from my two partners. I look at them separately, not really noting anything other than I got them. Silly me, I didn’t take more than a brief perusal to see that they’re there. I opened them this weekend to compile them (and compose my portion) and discover I have two of the same section done. Brilliant. Fucking brilliant. So now I get to do 2/3 of the mini assignment and choose which introduction to go with. I might as well have done it by myself. :rolleyes:
Motherfucking word, it makes me not want to open music threads anymore.
Go back and apologize to this woman today. Seriously. I haven’t been to a gas station in years that didn’t require me to prepay.
I don’t know why she didn’t set the pump to shut off at $20, but that’s no reason to make her miserable.
When working in customer service positions, it’s important to not lose one’s head and start yelling at customers. If someone calmly says something that’s defending their position, yelling at them in response isn’t an acceptable way to deal with it. As someone who deals with the public on a regular basis, I don’t think that ForumBot should have to apologize because the attendant lost her temper. If she makes a mistake by not setting the pump to shut off at $20, that’s her fault, and she doesn’t need to yell at other people for her mistakes, regardless of how many people steal things.
Folks, it’s a state law: if you are running your windshield wipers, you need to have your headlights on. Don’t drive around on a gray, cloudy, rainy day without your headlights on. If this behavior continues, I will mount a bazooka on the top of my luggage rack and start taking you bastards out. My vision is bad enough in low-light conditions and those headlights are very useful indeed.
Make her miserable? I didn’t start anything. She was protecting herself by not letting me fill up without pre-paying, I was protecting myself by not leaving my credit card unattended. I don’t think anyone would say this is unreasonable behavior on either of our parts. But how dare she get indignant that I imply she might steal my credit card information when not two minutes previous she outright stated I might steal her gas.
Fuck that. She can go eat a bowl of dicks for all I care; I’m not going back.
Sorry, i disagree.
I completely understand that gas stations require payment before turning on the pump. But once she turned on the pump, she should have set it to cut off at $20. And once she failed to do that, she acted like a jackass by running out and basically accusing ForumBot of being a thief.
She fucked up, and then the took out her embarassment on a customer. It’s not the customer’s fault.
I also agree with the general sentiment at the end of ForumBot’s earlier post; i get fucking annoyed by the fact that i’m constantly treated like a thief by the businesses i use.
I had an exchange similar to ForumBot’s a few years ago, when i was asked to leave my camera bag at the desk upon entering a store. I refused, opened the bag to show them that there was virtually no room to fit anything in there anyway, and told them that they were welcome to search the bag when i left.
That was not satisfactory. They insisted i leave the bag. I told them i don’t leave a band new, $1,200 camera with someone i don’t know. The employee acted all affronted at my implication that he might be dishonest, and i said something like, “Now you know how i feel whenever i enter your store,” and walked out.
There’s an independent CD store in my neighborhood that insists on customers leaving their bags at the door. I never set foot in there with my bag, because a few years ago a friend of mine left her bag at the desk, and someone else walked up while she was browsing in the store and asked for the bag, which the employee promptly handed over. My friend lost her wallet, cellphone, personal items, and three library books.
Word for Macs, you are a steaming pile of shit. All I wanted to do was open my resume, tweak a few things, and save it again. An hour and many cusswords later, I am finally finished. I am an expert Word user - I can make the MS product dance and sing, but I couldn’t even figure out how to change my goddamn margins on the Mac product. Jeezus. And when I hit the “save” button, I had every expectation that you had actually SAVED the changes I had made on my resume. I suppose you saved something, somewhere, but unfortunately you didn’t save them to the actual document I was working on.
I love my Mac, but I won’t be working on Word without going over to my Windows partition again any time soon. And my husband tells me that Microsoft has bunged up Word on Vista now, too, so I can’t get a version of Word for my Windows side to use properly. Gaaah. I’m going to EBay to see if I can find an older version of Word that I can actually use at home. That or start up my ancient PC and just use that for all my documents. Maybe I’ll just do that. Serves you right, all you new and “improved” computer products.
I had lunch with a friend today and we had a pretty crappy server. He had a pretentious attitude the whole time, even though he was terrible at his job. When he first came over he was crunching ice in his mouth as he was taking our drink order. Then, when our food came, he didn’t give us silverware. And the icing on the cake was that he kept asking us, “Is everything well?” The first time, I shrugged it off and figured I heard him wrong, but nope, he said it again. The sheer stupidity of it has bugged me off and on all day.
In our place it’s about 60/40 with us changing 60%. The ones that get changed for us are a weird size of flourescent tubes found nowhere else but in these particular apartments. Now, usually I’ll just wander over to the maintenance office and ask for a bulb and one of the guys will insist on bringing it over and changing it.
My sister and b-i-l rent a DE-LUXE apartment in the sky and pay two arms and a leg through their noses for it. I think they can call downstairs and get someone to come up and change the toilet paper roll if they want. They don’t change their own bulbs.
I have no new rant to add, except maybe to wish I’d listened to all those teachers and guidance counsellors who told me I should be more like my sister…I want a vacation rental and a cleaning service, and theater tickets!!! @%*#ing money!
I certainly hope that sometime you would explain politely that lightbulbs were not part of your responsibilities as well as laughing at the person behind their back.
As it happens, I haven’t called maintainence yet for this latest lightbulb. And technically, I actually just fill out a request form on the internet. But I haven’t done that yet either.
I have called maintainence before on lightbulbs because I hate climbing up on a chair to reach the fixture, so that I can access the lightbulb to figure out what size lightbulb to buy, and the repeat the process to actually replace the lightbulb.
(And when a light in the vanity in the bathroom blew, I called maintainence because I couldn’t figure out how to access the thing.)
If a bulb in my ceiling fan burntout, I would replace it myself, because it’s easy to see and access the bulb. Not so much for the one in the light fixture I pitted. And of course I replace my own bulbs in the lamps I’ve provided.
Oh yes - perfectly professional on the phone. First, we would make sure it wasn’t someone in an apartment calling about a bulb in a common area - obviously, we would take care of those. None of our units had fluorescent fixtures or anything else requiring a non-standard bulb. We just had some doozy tenants at times who would have had us come out and wash their dishes if they could have figured out how. (We had a couple of people who rented houses who thought we would keep the lawn mowed free of charge. Nope - and that was even a major point in the lease that they had to initial.)
How many Eurekas does it take to change a lightbulb? 
Then I have no real problem with your laughing about people who feel entitled to services they aren’t actually entitled to. I was just surprised by the vehemence of your attack this morning.
Thudlow.
Only one, but she wishes she had someone else in the apartment to help. Preferably by standing on the chair.
Dear University,
Stop sending letters to my house addressed “To the Parents of Queen Bruin”. They don’t live here or pay for me to go to school. I’m the boss of me, and many other students are in the same position. You might want to make the mass mailing to parents obsolete or at the least, allow students to opt out of it. And for Og’s sake, please stop having other scholarship recipients calling my house begging for donations to their fund. I have to go here, too. You’ll get your money out of me at when I am making piles of money, I promise.
(Yeah, this is more of a nano-rant. Whatever.)