I bag grocceries.
Yeah.
Can't touch this.
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I bag grocceries.
Yeah.
Can't touch this.
The dairy department is right next to the beer. When a customer drops a case of beer, guess who's responsible for cleaning that up? It's really hard to get rid of the smell of alcohol... Also, when I was a bagger, I remember customers arguing with the cashiers when trying to buy alcohol before 2:00 PM on Sundays. Nothing major has happened while I have worked, but just a bunch of minor crap.
Quick overview:
-first day at the job
-one of the most ghetto baggages/software etc. in the midwest
-I didnt spell check any of this.
This black kid (color is important to the story as you'll see later) comes in and wants to return his N64, we're like "okay when do you buy it" the kid was like "I dunno", we're like "do you have the box or the reciept" the kids like "no", we're all "is the system broken?" and the kid is all "no", so we're all "okay, then you can't return it" so the kid is all "fuck you, blah blah, I'm getting my folks etc" and we're all "great you do that".
So a little while later the kid is back with like ten family members, ranging from 10ish - late 40ish adults. The dad gets all up in my and the managers face (who was a close friend of mine) and starts telling us how we NEED to return this system as it's broken (remember the kid saying it wasn't) and how they just bought it but the box was broken (the system looked like total shit btw). Anyways, a couple of the guys get all up in my face "we're gonna kill you, you fucking racist peice of shit, etc, etc" and as this black dad guy is yelling at the manager (here comes the good part), he starts into this tirade about how HIS (my managers) people came to america and are taking over his land, and his money, and my manager is all like "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, I'M JUST AS BLACK AS YOU" and the black dad guy said "YOU LOOK GREEK TO ME!"
So yea, apparently all black people are greek.
Yea.
Another time a little ghetto ass kid came into the store as we were watching him look at the education titles. He comes up to the register and tries to return this PASS THE MCATS software. The MCATS is the test you need to pass to get into medical school btw.
So anyway, the little kid wants to return it, and we're all "uhm, you just took that off the shelf" and he's all "no, my mom got me this and its broke" and we're all "HELLO THE BOX IS OPEN AND YOU JUST TOOK IT OFF THE SHELF!?" We then proceeded to walk him over to the spot he took it from, put the box back in place, and told him to get the hell out of the store.
Stuff like that happened on a weekly basis.
Heh, nother story:
At the convenience store we used to have a few boxes of penny candy. This little bitch kid used to come in and steal it all the time and eventually I caught him red handed. So I say "That's it I have my eye on you and from now on and your not gona get away with that shit again." He runs out.
He comes back the next day and grabs more penny candy, when he gets to the register he grabs all the pennies from the community jar (you know, that dish thing) and pays with that. I let him get away with it since it took so much balls.
The next day he is back and he tries the same thing, but this time I am ready for it. As he is reaching for the dish I grab all the pennies in it, throw them in the register and start to eat the candy he brough up, this really pissed him off. So he starts yelling at me to which I respond "Alright here is two bucks, go get two hundred of those things; but I am going to take all of them back that you can't eat before leaving the store." The kid does as he is told and actutually counts out 200 of them, and pays with my 2 dollars. He goes to the booth and starts to eat the penny candies, for about an hour. By the time he is done he looks sick as fuck, and only ate about half of them. So I got 100 penny candies, that means for a dollar I bought the satisfaction of making that liitle bastard child sick, happy days.
This story isn't so much about human stupidity as it is machine failure, but today both of our 4-wheeler spraying rigs (I work on a farm) went out. One right after another. Within one hour. Earlier today.
One of our rigs had just gotten back from the shop (it had blown its transmission), and we had only had it this one day before I started driving it down the dirt road. Suddenly I heard an explosion-like sound and the rig started sounding like a car with no muffler -- fucking LOUD. Turns out it had blown a sparkplug out of the jack, and with the fucked-up way this thing is designed, exhaust was being blown out of the hole. Turns out this incident stripped the screw off the plug and the jack, so the rig's going back in the shop tomorrow...
My brother and I then took the other rig to the field, just to finish out the rest of the workday -- on our way down the road, the rig just went apeshit, swerving side to side like a maniac. The damn thing nearly flipped (which would have put us in the hospital) but we managed to get the fucker stopped. We were just damn lucky it was on a dirt road between fields and no one was coming.
Turns out THIS rig decided to throw its tire rod. If you don't know what that means, it means that suddenly YOU CAN NO LONGER STEER and the front two wheels will go in whatever direction they feel like going at the moment. That's not such a big deal in terms of repair (only a minor part replacement that we can do ourselves) but we lost time and damn near got hurt because a machine went haywire.
I don't know about anyone else in this thread, but I'd rather deal with dumbshit people than cantankerous machines. You can get even with people (or at least make them leave), but when a machine breaks you can't do shit about it except get it fixed.
A-FUCKING-MENQuote:
Originally Posted by CynicalSphere
I have to cut lengths of webbing with this big ass machine, and it fucks up around once every 3 cuts. To put things into perspective, I cut around 5000 pieces of webbing a day.