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My first time getting fired was at my first job [[It was Subway]] because I refused to call the gay manager
Miss Jason. So he fired my bitch ass. I think he wanted me and was upset that I wasn't biting. :/ That job was shit anyways had to deal with picky ass people who bitch about their being to much green in the lettuce. WTF?
Miss Jason. So he fired my bitch ass. I think he wanted me and was upset that I wasn't biting. :/ That job was shit anyways had to deal with picky ass people who bitch about their being to much green in the lettuce. WTF?
too much green in the lettuce LOL
I remember when we were kids my husband (then, bf, obviously) would complain about working at taco bell. people would roll up to the window and ask for hot dogs and french fries and hamburgers. not even stoned people, normal housewives and businessmen and shit! and he said that once some old guy yelled at him through the intercom that he wanted DIFFERENT refried beans because the ones they used gave him gas. LOL
I remember when we were kids my husband (then, bf, obviously) would complain about working at taco bell. people would roll up to the window and ask for hot dogs and french fries and hamburgers. not even stoned people, normal housewives and businessmen and shit! and he said that once some old guy yelled at him through the intercom that he wanted DIFFERENT refried beans because the ones they used gave him gas. LOL
The first time I ever dealt with an insane customer at Staples, I ended up with her placing a gypsy curse on me over the phone.
It was something to the effect of (her accent was very thick and she was screaming so it was hard to make out), "all my children will be born infertile" (LOL) and something like, "I'll die alone in a pit" or something.
All this because half the business cards she ordered for $13.99 had a slightly uneven corner (which wasn't even my fault since I didn't cut the cards, hahahaha).
It was pretty awesome to hang up on her ass.
It was something to the effect of (her accent was very thick and she was screaming so it was hard to make out), "all my children will be born infertile" (LOL) and something like, "I'll die alone in a pit" or something.
All this because half the business cards she ordered for $13.99 had a slightly uneven corner (which wasn't even my fault since I didn't cut the cards, hahahaha).
It was pretty awesome to hang up on her ass.
Venetia":382i4xm4 said:
Lol best joke ever. I need to remember that. But seriously it got old. Subway isn't what its made out to be on tv. I remember my cousin would do that. She would go to like McDonalds and ask them if they served beer and things. Its quite hilarious.
But the first time I got robbed was about a year ago. I was out skating late on my way home from the elementary school a little ways off. It was like 7:30ish. I think it was daytime savings time or something because it was pretty dark. Anyways there is this little corner store from my house and I decided to get something to drink because I was sweaty and stuff like that. I was working at this place that payed me in cash for some odd reason so I had like a shit load of twenties on me. Anyways I got something to drink and continued home. On my way there this guy comes out of the shadows and pulls a gun on me! He's like, "Give me all of your money." and I was thinking, "Awww fuck c'mon now. I just got paid." but I was like, "Okay." so I pull out my wallet to give him the money out of it and then he's like, "Give me five bucks." so I'm like, "Okay...?" still thinking he wanted all my money. So I shift through all the $20's and give him a five and he just leaves...
Seriously a wtf moment in my life.
((((((Bah, my Mom used to use the threat of gypsies and the gypsy curse on me all the time as a kid. In fact...
The first time my Mom used gypsies as a threat was at Dominics. This was back before they had those anti-shoplifting devices, so they'd put orange stickers on everything you bought. So anyway, as a kid I was like "Stickers? I want some stickers!!" and I tried asking the lady for some, but my Mom wasn't in the mood for nonsense so she said "Children who wear orange stickers will be sold and taken away by the gypsies." And the checkout lady started laughing, but they were right there and I was in the little front seat so I took one anyway, in a totally noticeable way. Then my Mom said that as soon as we walked through the doors of Dominics the gypsies would take me, then pointed to some family right outside the doors coming in. I complained and took off the sticker (which hurt because the glue on those was like crazy glue.)
Other times my mom'd say that she was really the long-lost gypsy twin-sister of my mom, and that I had been taken by her in the middle of the night and they'd do horrible gypsy things like force me to sleep outside or eat me.
Sometimes she'd break out a really big pot and measure how best to cut off my arms and legs so I'd fit in there...
Haha... Mom...
The first time my Mom used gypsies as a threat was at Dominics. This was back before they had those anti-shoplifting devices, so they'd put orange stickers on everything you bought. So anyway, as a kid I was like "Stickers? I want some stickers!!" and I tried asking the lady for some, but my Mom wasn't in the mood for nonsense so she said "Children who wear orange stickers will be sold and taken away by the gypsies." And the checkout lady started laughing, but they were right there and I was in the little front seat so I took one anyway, in a totally noticeable way. Then my Mom said that as soon as we walked through the doors of Dominics the gypsies would take me, then pointed to some family right outside the doors coming in. I complained and took off the sticker (which hurt because the glue on those was like crazy glue.)
Other times my mom'd say that she was really the long-lost gypsy twin-sister of my mom, and that I had been taken by her in the middle of the night and they'd do horrible gypsy things like force me to sleep outside or eat me.
Sometimes she'd break out a really big pot and measure how best to cut off my arms and legs so I'd fit in there...
Haha... Mom...