People are stressin' out...
I will admit, though, that people seem to be remaining pleasant with each other -- and they're using Merry Christmas. (The SHOPPERS, not the workers.)
Then, there are the check-out people. The one I had this evening must really, really hate her job, because she wasn't happy at ALL. She put my bottle of Formula 409 in a bag, and set it on top of the bagging apparatus. I leave it sit there for several seconds, and she goes, "See, this is how it works, you take the bags I put there and I'll put the next one up."
I look at her like she has a cock on her forehead, but oblige and put this bag THAT HAS 1 FUCKING ITEM IN IT, and I put it in my cart. Next, she packs three sweaters and two pairs of jeans into a bag, and sets that up. I go to take it, and she nearly slaps my hand and goes, "I'm going to put more in that one."
I had a 20 lb. jug of kitty litter in my other hand. She's very lucky I didn't clock her with it.


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I must be the only asshole in the world that goes off at people in their working locations. Bitch this shit better happen when I show up over there... show you how it's done.
oh, CSS has an update... now u can pick from 2 different people... i don't like it, it makes everything jaggy.
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