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Couldn't think of a title, so that'll do.
Ok, I'm pisssed off and I am feeling in the need of a rant. Or I'll just bottle it up like those people you see on CNN who've suddenly snapped after years and years of bottling up their anger and just going out on a random shooting spree at the local golf club...and I do live near a couple of golf courses...
Why do managers seem to think people (people being me) can do the jobs of three people?
Why? Why are managers so retarded? I mean for Christ’s sake to even become a manager you need a bloody degree. I thought to get a degree you needed to have at least the slightest glimpse of intelligence.
But nooooooooo, as soon as they become managers it's all about "the good of the business"
HELLO! I've been working there for less than a year, I'm NOT fully trained yet and you expect me to run the lab, train the Saturday lass, fix the fu**ing processor (the machine that turns films into negatives) get out work on time when it's not physically possible?! Is it really so hard to ask me for a quote when taking in stuff on the hour? "Oo are you ok on the hour Nicola?" I would be if you told me what you wanted to bring in instead of throwing it into my face expecting the imfu**ingpossible.
And as well as that you want me to clean the floor? Granted I turned it yellow when I flooded the place with chemicals. But it's been like that for over a week, it's had pure bleach on it. There’s no way in hell is that going back to it's original color love. And if you're so worried about the Area Manager Twatmaster seeing it, DON'T BRING HIM INTO THE BLOODY MINI LAB!
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Neighbors. No not the crappy soap on BBC1. My neighbors, can't you see that when you're standing in the street screaming on the top of your voice that you hate your daughter and calling her every name under the sun that you are not only waking me up, but making a utter twaat of yourself?
And if the police run into your house after your dick of a boyfriend and he runs off, can't you see it's obvious he's done something wrong otherwise he wouldn't run away.
*******
That spak on the Lottery advert is still pisssing me off.
Someone smack her. Please.
*******
No replies to my texts. How rude.
*****
I haven't been out since Saturday night. This is shameful for someone of my age. I should be out now, but instead I'm sat here ranting on about stuff to a bunch of complete strangers.
I have no life.
Ok, I'm pisssed off and I am feeling in the need of a rant. Or I'll just bottle it up like those people you see on CNN who've suddenly snapped after years and years of bottling up their anger and just going out on a random shooting spree at the local golf club...and I do live near a couple of golf courses...
Why do managers seem to think people (people being me) can do the jobs of three people?
Why? Why are managers so retarded? I mean for Christ’s sake to even become a manager you need a bloody degree. I thought to get a degree you needed to have at least the slightest glimpse of intelligence.
But nooooooooo, as soon as they become managers it's all about "the good of the business"
HELLO! I've been working there for less than a year, I'm NOT fully trained yet and you expect me to run the lab, train the Saturday lass, fix the fu**ing processor (the machine that turns films into negatives) get out work on time when it's not physically possible?! Is it really so hard to ask me for a quote when taking in stuff on the hour? "Oo are you ok on the hour Nicola?" I would be if you told me what you wanted to bring in instead of throwing it into my face expecting the imfu**ingpossible.
And as well as that you want me to clean the floor? Granted I turned it yellow when I flooded the place with chemicals. But it's been like that for over a week, it's had pure bleach on it. There’s no way in hell is that going back to it's original color love. And if you're so worried about the Area Manager Twatmaster seeing it, DON'T BRING HIM INTO THE BLOODY MINI LAB!
********
Neighbors. No not the crappy soap on BBC1. My neighbors, can't you see that when you're standing in the street screaming on the top of your voice that you hate your daughter and calling her every name under the sun that you are not only waking me up, but making a utter twaat of yourself?
And if the police run into your house after your dick of a boyfriend and he runs off, can't you see it's obvious he's done something wrong otherwise he wouldn't run away.
*******
That spak on the Lottery advert is still pisssing me off.
Someone smack her. Please.
*******
No replies to my texts. How rude.
*****
I haven't been out since Saturday night. This is shameful for someone of my age. I should be out now, but instead I'm sat here ranting on about stuff to a bunch of complete strangers.
I have no life.
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Couldn't think of a title, so that'll do.
Ok, I'm pisssed off and I am feeling in the need of a rant. Or I'll just bottle it up like those people you see on CNN who've suddenly snapped after years and years of bottling up their anger and just going out on a random shooting spree at the local golf club...and I do live near a couple of golf courses...
Why do managers seem to think people (people being me) can do the jobs of three people?
Why? Why are managers so retarded? I mean for Christ’s sake to even become a manager you need a bloody degree. I thought to get a degree you needed to have at least the slightest glimpse of intelligence.
But nooooooooo, as soon as they become managers it's all about "the good of the business"
HELLO! I've been working there for less than a year, I'm NOT fully trained yet and you expect me to run the lab, train the Saturday lass, fix the fu**ing processor (the machine that turns films into negatives) get out work on time when it's not physically possible?! Is it really so hard to ask me for a quote when taking in stuff on the hour? "Oo are you ok on the hour Nicola?" I would be if you told me what you wanted to bring in instead of throwing it into my face expecting the imfu**ingpossible.
And as well as that you want me to clean the floor? Granted I turned it yellow when I flooded the place with chemicals. But it's been like that for over a week, it's had pure bleach on it. There’s no way in hell is that going back to it's original color love. And if you're so worried about the Area Manager Twatmaster seeing it, DON'T BRING HIM INTO THE BLOODY MINI LAB!
********
Neighbors. No not the crappy soap on BBC1. My neighbors, can't you see that when you're standing in the street screaming on the top of your voice that you hate your daughter and calling her every name under the sun that you are not only waking me up, but making a utter twaat of yourself?
And if the police run into your house after your dick of a boyfriend and he runs off, can't you see it's obvious he's done something wrong otherwise he wouldn't run away.
*******
That spak on the Lottery advert is still pisssing me off.
Someone smack her. Please.
*******
No replies to my texts. How rude.
*****
I haven't been out since Saturday night. This is shameful for someone of my age. I should be out now, but instead I'm sat here ranting on about stuff to a bunch of complete strangers.
I have no life.
Ok, I'm pisssed off and I am feeling in the need of a rant. Or I'll just bottle it up like those people you see on CNN who've suddenly snapped after years and years of bottling up their anger and just going out on a random shooting spree at the local golf club...and I do live near a couple of golf courses...
Why do managers seem to think people (people being me) can do the jobs of three people?
Why? Why are managers so retarded? I mean for Christ’s sake to even become a manager you need a bloody degree. I thought to get a degree you needed to have at least the slightest glimpse of intelligence.
But nooooooooo, as soon as they become managers it's all about "the good of the business"
HELLO! I've been working there for less than a year, I'm NOT fully trained yet and you expect me to run the lab, train the Saturday lass, fix the fu**ing processor (the machine that turns films into negatives) get out work on time when it's not physically possible?! Is it really so hard to ask me for a quote when taking in stuff on the hour? "Oo are you ok on the hour Nicola?" I would be if you told me what you wanted to bring in instead of throwing it into my face expecting the imfu**ingpossible.
And as well as that you want me to clean the floor? Granted I turned it yellow when I flooded the place with chemicals. But it's been like that for over a week, it's had pure bleach on it. There’s no way in hell is that going back to it's original color love. And if you're so worried about the Area Manager Twatmaster seeing it, DON'T BRING HIM INTO THE BLOODY MINI LAB!
********
Neighbors. No not the crappy soap on BBC1. My neighbors, can't you see that when you're standing in the street screaming on the top of your voice that you hate your daughter and calling her every name under the sun that you are not only waking me up, but making a utter twaat of yourself?
And if the police run into your house after your dick of a boyfriend and he runs off, can't you see it's obvious he's done something wrong otherwise he wouldn't run away.
*******
That spak on the Lottery advert is still pisssing me off.
Someone smack her. Please.
*******
No replies to my texts. How rude.
*****
I haven't been out since Saturday night. This is shameful for someone of my age. I should be out now, but instead I'm sat here ranting on about stuff to a bunch of complete strangers.
I have no life.
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Heh, on my first day at argos during the christmas period they had us all picking the orders after showing us a 15 minute video. No training or nothing. What a laugh that wasn't.
I havent been out for a drink since my school prom. Over a year ago. Im a social recluse, but i like it that way. I still go shopping and to the cinema and stuff, just not anything to do with boozing or dancing or both.
I havent been out for a drink since my school prom. Over a year ago. Im a social recluse, but i like it that way. I still go shopping and to the cinema and stuff, just not anything to do with boozing or dancing or both.
And yeah, what moron came up with the idea for traning videos?
"Oh hello, welcome to our lovely store"
"Lovely weather isn't it"
*See, now this is how you should interact with the customers, treat them like a friend, that way they'll always come back*
Balls.
Watching a video does NOT train you how to deal with people when on a shop floor. Actually doing it. Does.
Idiots.
"Oh hello, welcome to our lovely store"
"Lovely weather isn't it"
*See, now this is how you should interact with the customers, treat them like a friend, that way they'll always come back*
Balls.
Watching a video does NOT train you how to deal with people when on a shop floor. Actually doing it. Does.
Idiots.
Blahhh blahhh blahhh
Moreover the video wasn't even for training purposes, it was mostly old Argos adverts that had the Melinda Messenger voiceovers, probably an effort to boost male morale.
I find that I just hate people. When I'm in a club/pub I have to take the pi$$, it's the only way to deal with being in a lame place.
When I go out it always feels like an act of desperation as I don't like going out.
I hate all this laddish 'Waheyness' and all that crap it's just pathetic and it seems false. It's not bonding: you look and sound like a complete tw*t.
And while I'm on the laddishness subject football is b*ll*cks. How people can spend their free time watching pathetic boring sports is beyond me. Cricket oooooo yes please. NOT.
When I go out it always feels like an act of desperation as I don't like going out.
I hate all this laddish 'Waheyness' and all that crap it's just pathetic and it seems false. It's not bonding: you look and sound like a complete tw*t.
And while I'm on the laddishness subject football is b*ll*cks. How people can spend their free time watching pathetic boring sports is beyond me. Cricket oooooo yes please. NOT.
I joined the shop I work in at the moment around 9 months ago, and have never had even half an hours training. I had to learn just by watching other people, and being as I'm usually only there on Saturdays, random systems change during the week whcih I'm expected ot know about.
I had the fun of a customer phoning up to complain about me after they left the other day - didn't realise that it was actually me that answered the phone and starting bitching about "Some young boy with long hair who I think honestly didn't have the slightest clue what he was doing". Something about working in a PC shop trains you to deal calmly with morons, but I honestly nearly gave up with this bloke...I hadn't actually done anything wrong, just the system screwed his name up on the order form,
Bloody computers.
Still, the boss's comment was just "Oh, he's a gimp, just ignore him", so I didn't get any trouble from it..just a bad start to a day.
I had the fun of a customer phoning up to complain about me after they left the other day - didn't realise that it was actually me that answered the phone and starting bitching about "Some young boy with long hair who I think honestly didn't have the slightest clue what he was doing". Something about working in a PC shop trains you to deal calmly with morons, but I honestly nearly gave up with this bloke...I hadn't actually done anything wrong, just the system screwed his name up on the order form,
Bloody computers.
Still, the boss's comment was just "Oh, he's a gimp, just ignore him", so I didn't get any trouble from it..just a bad start to a day.
THATS IT LET ALL OUT...
*Goes into counsellor mode, puts on sickly sweet voice and asks:
"Would you like to talk about it"
*Goes into counsellor mode, puts on sickly sweet voice and asks:
"Would you like to talk about it"
One at a time please..
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