Opium party, 1918
via Dragovar Narcisse
Whether idiot coworkers, stupid management, or just plaid asinine guests…
(i plan to start complaining about work and talking about shitty customers lots more in my blog. I ENJOY IT. so prepare yourselves.)
today was a 6 hour shift on express which is pretty crap. no-one likes express. but i got through it again, somehow. customer of the day:
me: ‘did you find everything ok?’
customer: (slight joking tone) ‘no, i was looking for a wife for rent because i hate grocery shopping.’
me: ‘ha ha ha, yeahh,’ (or something.)
in my head: you kinda sound like a sexist tool. later.
I just asked you to swipe your card again, not cut your dick off. Calm the fuck down.
Hey, someone thinks you did good today! Give yourself a short cake break. :3