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So this one was kind of fun. Major chain bookstore kind of fun.

( Yay loopholes. )

I think I'll call this one.. Aneurysm Lady. Since that's what she nearly gave me.

( The EPIC STORY )

TL,DR: Batshit crazy anal lady barges in wanting at least $200 worth of time and Photoshop attention done on two $20 mugs and inspires me to jugular-bursting rage.

So, a little background. I work in the box office of a not so busy movie theater. It's a good job and I'm generally happy.

This information will be helpful for later on. We, as basic level employees, have no power to do much of anything. We have to call a manager to help you with your issues. We also have many phone numbers available if we can't help you. We can give refunds on your credit card, but it takes 3-4 business days to show on your account. We provide a proof of refund receipt on the occasion that something does happen with your bank. After that, it's truly out of our hands for we've done all we can for you. We have a credit dispute number that you can call if you like, but that's mostly if you feel you were charged too much after the fact or you got charged when you didn't buy from us.

( Now, onto the minor suck. )
To me, this seems like someone was aiming to just get free movie tickets. It wouldn't be the first time. I have many stories to share, but this just happened today.

tl;dr-Lady calls theater, says I should take responsibility for bank error, demands free tickets, gets upset when we can't give them.

Here's a lovely convo from my video store files:

Me: Can I help you find anything today?

Creepy Guy: Where do you keep your skin flicks?

Me: Sorry, this store is family-friendly; we don't carry any NC-17 films.

Creepy Guy: Really?

Me: Really.

Creepy Guy: Do you have any Hannah Montana movies?

Me: ...

Creepy Guy: You're sure you don't have any skin flicks?

So after Captain Pervert paid for his movies and left, I pulled my manager aside and told her to make a note of whatever it is he rented, so that we could promptly boil them when he brought them back. Gads, just thinking about that creep makes me feel like I need a shower.

Ok, I haven't posted in a while because I asked to get my hours cut back at the movie store. (So far it's been one of the best decisions I've ever made!) Today's Tonight's posts shall deal with children. More specifically the parents and/or guardians thereof.

Suck #1

To the parents of the small boy who really wanted to climb into the freezer that had been loaned to us for the weekend (we were selling snow cones to benefit the local Human Society),

( Suffocation, no breathing )

Suck #2

To the uncle of the very sweet young girl (who was maybe 8 or 9 years old) that was left in my store alone for over half an hour,

( I don't want to be left behind )

P.S.
To the girl who got left here.

I am so very sorry you are related to your asshat of an uncle. I dislike children as a rule, but you are a wonderful exception. You were so polite in asking for help to find first your movies and then your uncle. I wish all the children who came into my store were as sweet and kind as you.

Hugs,
The movie girl

Edited because I can't spell and for the fact that I only just realized what the heck I typed at the end of the post. I should probably try getting some sleep (and thinking) before I post here.

Okay, three stories tonight, because I've been holding them in for the past two weeks. I figure, if I let them out now, I (maybe) won't die of an aneurysm. 

 

This is my first time posting ^_^

Ok, this actually happened like, two days ago, but I haven't had time to post it.


Background:  I'm 18, I know enough for my age, and I've been employed at this retail store for a few weeks.  I've work  mostly in softlines, and I know a thing or two about what we do and do not carry.  This woman comes in looking for something I know we don't carry.

Me: :-D
OL: Old Lady

Me:  Hello! Can I help you find something?
OL: Well, I don't know if you can, but I'll ask.
Me: Shoot!
OL: I'm looking for a slip, to wear under a skirt, do you know what that is?
Me: Sure do, Ma'am, but unfortunately, we don't carry them.  We have several other things that can work just as well, would you like me to show them to you?
OL: No, I really don't think you know what I'm talking about.  It's like a skirt you wear under something see through.
Me: Yes, I know what they are, no worries.  I did theater, we wore them a lot. *smile smile*
OL: No, someone your age probably has no clue what I'm talking about, it's a more grown up thing.
Me: Umm.. I do know what they are,  and we don't carry them, I'm very sorry ma'am.  You might try Macy's.
OL: Listen, I'm getting nowhere, can you just take me someone older who might know?
Me: *Sigh*, yes I can.

I took her someone else, and she gave her the same answer.  How old do I have to be to fully know about clothing?  It made me feel stupid, even though I know good and well what a slip is.
Grr.

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Cathy for Thursday, July 24, 2008

SAN DIEGO (Reuters) - Like wannabe Dark Knights answering the call of the "bat signal," throngs of grown men wearing tights and capes converge this week to revel in all manner of superhero lore and merchandising at the 39th annual Comic Con Convention.
More than 125,000 people are expected to attend the four-day event, which opens Thursday, to indulge in a veritable feast of the latest in comic-related books, movies, toys, games and memorabilia.

Last time I attended Comic Con the scoop was "M' name is ConDiego Montoya, You killed my weekend - Prepare to die!"

God, sometiomes I REALLY miss conventions. I could go and be me, be weird, and have a great time...Damn...

My mother is on another bi-polar flip out. She won't admit that she has a problem so her getting help is useless. She slashed a bunch of her paintings today and is driving my dad, who I love dearly, crazy. She will kill him if this keeps up. Thhis really fucked up my day. I am almost out of smokes and I really didn't need this shit on top of everything else. Now I have to figure out how to get money to get to Santa Fe to help figure this mess out. If finances weren't so complicated, they could just get a divirce and my dad could buy the property next to us and we could all live happily ever after.

So, I work in a small leathercraft store, and today was amazing.

We sell just about every type of leather out there, in cow-shaped form. As a side note, I would like to chuck out the window everyone who asks me for a sample of x variety of leather (as it is skin, every single piece is different, as every animal lived a different life, and no i won't ruin a whole hide just so someone can see what it might look like), or even better, a roll or bolt of leather (I'll just get my 85 foot long cow ready for you, guys). We also sell tools and dyes to make it whatever shape or color you want. It's actually one of the best retail job experiences out there. But I digress.
( Under )

I've noticed that over the past week, I've been added by quite a few new readers who are yet to tell me anything about themselves. So, I've decided that we are going to play a little game - a game I like to call "Fill This Out". And the rules are easy - you fill it out.

I'll go first:
( You know you want to see )

I deal with a lot of bitching. People love to bitch. I'm pretty okay with it, except when people get personal and accuse ME of wronging them. It's one thing to say "Well someone who works here told me xyz" and them being wrong, but it is QUITE another to say "Well, YOU told me to do it this way," and them telling me the wrong way.

Look, I don't mean to sound like an asshole, but I do that part of my job right 100% of the time. A fucking monkey could do that part of the job right. I might be better off selling flea and tick prevention TO a monkey since you don't seem to be getting it. In a kind of managers suck way, if you complain to someone else, I still get reprimanded because you're too big a dumbass to listen. Most of the time they smack me on the wrist and remind me that's a no-no (because the customer is ALWAYS right), but sometimes they really do believe you.


To the lady to needed puppy milk replacer: I do not work in PetIntelligence, I work in the vet. Try to not let it blow your mind that gasp, TWO BUSINESS OCCUPY THE SAME SPACE (though we have a giant sign, different uniforms, and name tags on identifying our differences). So when I tell you that the only place I know of that has puppy milk replacer is on the other side of the Puppy and Kitten center. See the endcap with the kitten milk replacer? Yeah, puppy is on the opposite side. Just because the kindergarten concept of "opposite" is too difficult for you, there is no need to call me a dumbass.

And finally, if you're going to lie, have the common sense to keep your story straight. No, no one here told you that you couldn't have a prescription card. Getting your vet's receptionist to call me isn't going to change that, especially when she says that you were there "fifteen minutes ago". Look lady, everyone else is at lunch, I'm holding down the hospital myself. There was no one else.

Dear Lady:

Please don't stand there and give our very, very busy technician crap about how your script HAS to be here because, "why would the doctor call it in anywhere else? I only come here, I've only ever come HERE." It's not in our bin, and it's being rejected by your insurance because it's filled somewhere else. Also, once our technician calls your insurance company and finds out that it actually is filled at the pharmacy down the street, because they had a complete profile for you, because you ALSO go there, do not turn around and say WE were the ones insisting it could only be filled here. That doesn't even make sense.

xx

Posted on behalf of a friend, A.

A returns to the store after lunch to find the store in chaos. These two teenagers (14 and 15) had come into the store and were cutting off the security tags. That is, they had brought scissors and used them to cut the actual clothing in order to removed the tags. One of the managers noticed and the girl bolt, one to the left and one to the right.

The one that went right had the clothes, and they caught her, but the other girl escaped. Naturally, the cops are called and girl is placed in handcuffs. Due to a state law, because the store's property is now unsellable, it's straight to Juvenile Detention.

But here's the kicker. The girl that got away, comes back.  Yes, you read that right, the girl who got away came back to the store. Needless to say, she was also arrested. And upon searching their purses, the cops found the scissors and tobacco products, so they also get booked for possession.

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