I thank you, sir. I don't mean to annoy anyone with the way I type; it just sort of happens that way. I thought of all places, SE++ would understand that I like to just let the words flow as opposed to thinking about how people may react to them thereafter. You know?
Fair enough.
Actually, now that I see it, your posts don't look right the other way.
Woohoo! I got my point across! That rarely happens!
OH GOD NOW I CAN'T STOP TYPING LIKE THE REST OF YOU!
WHAT HAVE I BECOME!?
Mr. Fedora, I would PM you as per Mully's sig, but since you're posting in this thread, I would like to copy and paste my sig/av request from Mully to you. Payment remains the same.
Weaver, you should change your title to "The box! The box!"
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The GeekOh-Two Crew, OmeganautRegistered User, ClubPAregular
edited March 2007
Johnny Fedora met Alice Blue Bonnet
In the window of a department store
'Twas love at first sight
And they promised one night
They'd be sweethearts forever more
Everybody at my work is an unflinching asshole. Not only to one another, but to the shitty customers as well.
We get paid for customer service, but we don't get paid for kissing ass. We also primarily get paid to know our shit on the line, not suck up to assholes. The people who are decent get some of the friendliest treatment around. The people who are rude dicks get kicked to the curb.
There was this jack-off motherfucker who came into work during our lunch rush the other day, and he started giving me shit because his chicken salad wasn't ready yet (if you've ever cooked raw chicken on a line grill, you know that chicken adds 10 minutes no matter what, because it's not like beef. You can't leave it rare). I'd told him to wait for 25 minutes because the rush was being a dick (not my actual words) and he came in like 10 minutes later.
"So it doesn't matter if I call in ahead."
"I'm sorry your order isn't ready, sir, but as you can see, we're backed up right now."
"Well I feel that I'm paying for better service than this."
"Well. You could always leave."
".... o.o"
"In fact, the owner is in back, probably prepping your order, so I can get him if you want to talk about what a terrible job we're doing with *glance over to the line orders* 18 multi-sandwich orders backed up."
"No, that's not-"
"BRIAN! CUSTOMER WANTS TO TALK TO YOU."
Brian, from the back: "JUST TELL HIM TO FUCKING GET OUT."
And strangely enough, we do better business than anybody else on the block.
So basically, I would love my job if it weren't for asshole customers. Thank you Randall Graves. We're firing the one person who doesn't know how to do his job. Amen to that shit.
It's nice to rule so hard you can tell fuck offs to fuck off.
My boss is probably damaging me in the long-run, really. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave, because you're being a dick to my coworker and that is not in our job description" will not take me far later in life.
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Rane, you lazy bastard, you can shut the hell up.
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WeaverWho are you?What do you want?Registered Userregular
edited March 2007
Oh yeah, so for lunch today I went to this nice korean BBQ/sushi place about 2 blocks over, and these two middle-age ladies walk in and get seated in the booth behind me. They had the look like you could tell they don't have boyfriends or have ever been married, they actually looked kind of like cat ladies.
But anyways from the conversation between them and the waitress you can tell they come in at least twice a week and have been for a while, like it's their friendly ritual.
So things are all fine and dandy, until one of their cell phones starts going off every minute and a half with a really bad polyphonic version of "chopsticks"
Oh yeah, so for lunch today I went to this nice korean BBQ/sushi place about 2 blocks over, and these two middle-age ladies walk in and get seated in the booth behind me. They had the look like you could tell they don't have boyfriends or have ever been married, they actually looked kind of like cat ladies.
But anyways from the conversation between them and the waitress you can tell they come in at least twice a week and have been for a while, like it's their friendly ritual.
So things are all fine and dandy, until one of their cell phones starts going off every minute and a half with a really bad polyphonic version of "chopsticks"
This is the kind of thing people write really mind-bending short fiction about.
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Shortytouching the meatIntergalactic Cool CourtRegistered Userregular
edited March 2007
Whenever people have annoying cell rings and I am with my friend Josh, I call his phone right after theirs goes off, as he has his phone set to play Rob Zombie - Dragula.
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WeaverWho are you?What do you want?Registered Userregular
edited March 2007
What is she had a cat up there?
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WeaverWho are you?What do you want?Registered Userregular
edited March 2007
I just leave mine on vibrate 24/7 because there are no non-obnoxious ringtones
It's nice to rule so hard you can tell fuck offs to fuck off.
My boss is probably damaging me in the long-run, really. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave, because you're being a dick to my coworker and that is not in our job description" will not take me far later in life.
Comfort yourself with all the awesome stories you will be able to tell your co-workers at your lesser jobs in the future.
"I worked at this place where you could tell someone to fuck right off because we had too much business anyway."
I need to get a USB cable for my new phone. Right now I have this god-awful techno ring that came with it on so I can hear it when im at home and in another room, otherwise it's almost always on vibrate.
Lots of candidates for a decent ringtone though. Maybe something from a Katamari soundtrack...
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That was so jerky.
I would go so far as to say it was jerkay.
also Mully
I could do a rotating sig thing
Woohoo! I got my point across! That rarely happens!
OH GOD NOW I CAN'T STOP TYPING LIKE THE REST OF YOU!
WHAT HAVE I BECOME!?
Mr. Fedora, I would PM you as per Mully's sig, but since you're posting in this thread, I would like to copy and paste my sig/av request from Mully to you. Payment remains the same.
Oh Fedora, you are my sunshine.
So bright and beautiful and.. oh crap.
I gotta go back to work.
Bye, fellers.
In the window of a department store
'Twas love at first sight
And they promised one night
They'd be sweethearts forever more
We get paid for customer service, but we don't get paid for kissing ass. We also primarily get paid to know our shit on the line, not suck up to assholes. The people who are decent get some of the friendliest treatment around. The people who are rude dicks get kicked to the curb.
There was this jack-off motherfucker who came into work during our lunch rush the other day, and he started giving me shit because his chicken salad wasn't ready yet (if you've ever cooked raw chicken on a line grill, you know that chicken adds 10 minutes no matter what, because it's not like beef. You can't leave it rare). I'd told him to wait for 25 minutes because the rush was being a dick (not my actual words) and he came in like 10 minutes later.
"So it doesn't matter if I call in ahead."
"I'm sorry your order isn't ready, sir, but as you can see, we're backed up right now."
"Well I feel that I'm paying for better service than this."
"Well. You could always leave."
".... o.o"
"In fact, the owner is in back, probably prepping your order, so I can get him if you want to talk about what a terrible job we're doing with *glance over to the line orders* 18 multi-sandwich orders backed up."
"No, that's not-"
"BRIAN! CUSTOMER WANTS TO TALK TO YOU."
Brian, from the back: "JUST TELL HIM TO FUCKING GET OUT."
And strangely enough, we do better business than anybody else on the block.
So basically, I would love my job if it weren't for asshole customers. Thank you Randall Graves. We're firing the one person who doesn't know how to do his job. Amen to that shit.
My boss is probably damaging me in the long-run, really. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave, because you're being a dick to my coworker and that is not in our job description" will not take me far later in life.
But anyways from the conversation between them and the waitress you can tell they come in at least twice a week and have been for a while, like it's their friendly ritual.
So things are all fine and dandy, until one of their cell phones starts going off every minute and a half with a really bad polyphonic version of "chopsticks"
This is the kind of thing people write really mind-bending short fiction about.
Comfort yourself with all the awesome stories you will be able to tell your co-workers at your lesser jobs in the future.
"I worked at this place where you could tell someone to fuck right off because we had too much business anyway."
It would be an even hairier punch than before? I dunno!
I would do that, but the Razor has a patheticaly weak oscillator, so I often don't even feel it when I get text messages.
Lots of candidates for a decent ringtone though. Maybe something from a Katamari soundtrack...
Just being my normal asshole, elitist, pescatarian self. You?
Wait, what are we talking about now? What did you do to my posts?
tell me i wasn't the only one who read the title like "MEN AT WORK" only with assholes
and thought the thread was going to be about the labours of sphincters
please tell me i'm not alone
Metal Gear codec.
I guess he assassinates people on boats? I don't really know.