Saturday, April 14, 2012

There Are Elves Among Us

It's been a while since I've posted. I could say it was personal stuff, but honestly I'm just lazy and lost interest. I'm not cut out to be a full-time blogger.

Anyway, so I hate people sometimes. Why I choose to work in an industry that forces me to interact with lots of different people is beyond me. Well, I'll be honest, I don't really WANT to choose it, but because apparently the skills I've learned through retail don't apply to careers, I am forced to choose retail over and over because my resume reflects only retail experience.

I also hate hiring managers that overlook retail experience as not being "work-related experience".

Moving on. There is a disc cleaner in our store. It takes care of light surface scratches and fingerprints. It literally scratches the disc more, and then buffs it shiny. When your disc is scratched, the light sensor in  your player jumps and skips over them, kinda like if you were running and there were huge cracks in the ground that you had to leap over. The machine scratches the disc all over, and then buffs it smooth. So, like if the asphalt crew came in, ground up the cracks in the road and made it even (no new asphalt). There is a machine that resurfaces discs (puts new asphalt down, if you will). But that takes longer than just the buffing machine. And we don't have that.

I wish we didn't have this sometimes.

So, needless to say, it's not a GOOD THING to put shiny, clean discs into the cleaner. I refuse to. There's an old guy who looks like a Keebler elf who comes into our store to rent movies. He demands we clean all his discs. But the one looked fine on the bottom. No scratches. I rotated in all sorts of directions in the light to make sure. SO OF COURSE HE COMES BACK THE NEXT DAY. Says that he told "that girl" (me) to clean the disc and I refused and said it was fine. My manager looked at it, said it looked fine, and we try to not over clean discs because it's not good for them. But the guy said, "I AM A CUSTOMER AND I SAID TO DO IT AND YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO WHAT I SAY."

So he demanded his money back (which we never do), and we gave him his money back (to shut him the hell up).

I hate people. This guy was a shrimp, old, with huge buggy glasses and looked and sounded like he probably sat at home with dirty movies by himself because nobody else wants go to his tree and hang out with the other elves. Despite all the delicious cookies he probably makes.

"GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK, YOU WHORE!"             Keebler

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