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» Best Graffiti Ever
Body graffiti
I wounded my knee, and my own girlfriend(!) graffiti'd this delightful picture around it...
(Mon 7th May 2007, 21:34, More)
Body graffiti
I wounded my knee, and my own girlfriend(!) graffiti'd this delightful picture around it...
(Mon 7th May 2007, 21:34, More)
» Political Correctness Gone Mad
First post - shame it has to be like this
It's not "mad" to respect other people's beliefs which might happen to be different to yours. Race doesn't matter, and those who suggest otherwise shouldn't live in this country.
(Thu 22nd Nov 2007, 16:28, More)
First post - shame it has to be like this
It's not "mad" to respect other people's beliefs which might happen to be different to yours. Race doesn't matter, and those who suggest otherwise shouldn't live in this country.
(Thu 22nd Nov 2007, 16:28, More)
» Being told off as an adult
My superviser, Paye (Stupid name)
She's a cnut. I work at a clothes store, we have (as do all shops) a £100 limit on cheque guarentee cards. Everyone knows this limit. This stupid woman comes up with LITERALLY hundreds of items of clothing, all tangled up and shoved into baskets, which she plonks on the desk in front of me. She sighs and taps her foot as I try my best to scan all the items in record time, because she seems to be in a bit of a hurry. A hundred and fifty items.
Two hundred and seventy quid (This is Primark). Out comes the chequebook. (At this point I didn't know about the limit). I don't know what the f**k to do with a cheque so I two-bell to ring the supervisor.
Over she comes, congratulates me for calling her rather than trying anything myself. She puts the cheque through the magic pixie-powered cheque machine, it stamps it, and spits it out. Nothing happens.
"Did you swipe the card?"
"No", says I, "I just called you. We were told to do that in training"
"You're supposed to swipe the card first. Now you're going to have to scan the whole lot again"
She noticed the brief flicker of mild annoyance *ahem* that registered on my face at the prospect if spending another half an hour de-bagging, unfolding and rescanning all the items. She proceeds to give me a bollocking in front of the customer, along the lines of "If I tell you to scan them again, you will scan them again, and I don't want to talking in that tone of voice to me" (I hadn't said anything), "particularly in front of a customer". What's funny is all this is in front of a customer.
Mandatory length joke, lol!!!1
(Thu 20th Sep 2007, 22:27, More)
My superviser, Paye (Stupid name)
She's a cnut. I work at a clothes store, we have (as do all shops) a £100 limit on cheque guarentee cards. Everyone knows this limit. This stupid woman comes up with LITERALLY hundreds of items of clothing, all tangled up and shoved into baskets, which she plonks on the desk in front of me. She sighs and taps her foot as I try my best to scan all the items in record time, because she seems to be in a bit of a hurry. A hundred and fifty items.
Two hundred and seventy quid (This is Primark). Out comes the chequebook. (At this point I didn't know about the limit). I don't know what the f**k to do with a cheque so I two-bell to ring the supervisor.
Over she comes, congratulates me for calling her rather than trying anything myself. She puts the cheque through the magic pixie-powered cheque machine, it stamps it, and spits it out. Nothing happens.
"Did you swipe the card?"
"No", says I, "I just called you. We were told to do that in training"
"You're supposed to swipe the card first. Now you're going to have to scan the whole lot again"
She noticed the brief flicker of mild annoyance *ahem* that registered on my face at the prospect if spending another half an hour de-bagging, unfolding and rescanning all the items. She proceeds to give me a bollocking in front of the customer, along the lines of "If I tell you to scan them again, you will scan them again, and I don't want to talking in that tone of voice to me" (I hadn't said anything), "particularly in front of a customer". What's funny is all this is in front of a customer.
Mandatory length joke, lol!!!1
(Thu 20th Sep 2007, 22:27, More)