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This was one of those 'out there' stories that I felt a few might find amusing.

We have a rather well-liked plant where I work. His name is Francisco, and he's a poinsettia that's working on his third holiday season at our store. He's huge - we are talking almost two feet tall here, looking more like a potted tree than a potted plant - and he sits on the counter in the middle of the front-most area of our store.

Apparently, on Saturday, a gentleman came into the store, looked around at some of the mailing supplies we have on display, then walked over to dear Francisco, picked him up, and tried to walk out the front door with him.

Now, the gentleman was stopped before he had time to escape, but offered up no apology or explanation as to why he tried to steal our plant.

When my co-worker relayed this story to the rest of the staff and I, we all had the same facial reaction:

o_0

Out of all the things to steal, why try jack a potted plant that belongs to the employees? WTF, dude.

Hey guys, thought I'd post two jobs I've seen in the last few days since I don't think either of these will be put up on the net:

One at Priceline in Northcote Central as a Sales Assistant. (Priceline is a fun place to work, btw, especially if you like cosmetics)

One at Wendy's in Northcote Plaza as a casual Sales Assistant.

ETA: Hand in resumes in store, if it wasn't obvious :)

Eastwick cancelled:

http://www.thrfeed.com/2009/11/abc-picks-up-forgotten-cancels-eastwick-.html

Not a surprise but still sucky.

I wasn't sure how to tag this post - I hope the tag I chose is agreeable.

I work at a walk in clinic/family practice. It makes things very hectic that we take appointments and walkins. We warn you when you walkin that the appointments come first and there will be a wait. Sometimes it's as small as 10 minutes, or as long as 3 hours. We don't know. We can guess and keep you updated, it is not our fault that you have to wait.

With that being said - lady. I don't care who you are, you had no right to yell at me and get in my face for 10 minutes about having to wait. I'd like to point out 4 VERY important things to you.

1 ) The waiting room was FULL when you walked in. (literally full.. people were waiting in their cars)
2 ) Its FLU SEASON.
3 ) It's our first day with the H1N1 vaccine.
4 ) You came in 3 hours after the doctor started - there was already 15 walkins ahead of you!

That generally is going to equal some sort of an unholy long wait. YOU KNEW THIS. STOP FREAKING YELLING AT ME AND BADGERING ME EVERY FIVE MINUTES! Everytime you come up to badger me, thats minutes out of my day that are very valuable when we are this busy!

I am a very sympathetic person, but I stopped feeling sorry for you the second time you yelled in my face.

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So I moved provinces about six months ago, and finally got around to switching my health insurance coverage. Just for backstory, health care in Canada is covered by the provincial government. Getting covered is free, all you need to do is prove that you are who you say you are, and  that you live in the province that's paying for your health care, and then they give you a card and you can get sick with impunity! Pretty simple.

Since I'm not a total idiot, I carefully reviewed the required materials on the OHIP (Ontario Health Insurance Plan) website before going to the service counter, and went armed with my passport, birth certificate, and a piece of mail with my address on it. This proved too complicated for the woman in front of me, who was trying to renew her teenage daughter's health card. Cue broken record!

Receptionist: And do you have a document that proves that your daughter lives in Ontario?
Stupid Mom: Yes, I have my driver's license.
R: No, I mean something that proves your daughter lives in Ontario.
SM: She lives with me! (She got irritated super quickly.)
R: I'm sure she does, but since she's over 16, we need a document proving that she lives in Ontario. Like a report card, or something like that.
SM: But she doesn't GET her report cards until JANUARY.
R: Well, you could bring in her June report cards.
SM: This is ridiculous. My driver's license isn't enough?
R: No. Because your daughter is over 16, we need something with her name and address on it to prove she lives in Ontario.
SM: You must be kidding. (Just to prove that the apple doesn't fall far, at this point the daughter started sighing and rolling her eyes.) So you're saying we have to come back?
R: Yes, you'll have to come back with a document proving your daughter lives in Ontario.
SM: But she's a student! What am I supposed to do, just pull her out of school?
R: Well, we're open until 7 on Thursdays.
SM: I can't believe this. We seriously need to come back?
R: Yes. With a document proving your daughter's address.
SM: But she's in high school! I can't bring her back during the day!
R: As I just told you, we're open until 7 on Thursdays, and we're open until 5 every weekday. School ends at 3:30, right? So you can come back anytime between 3:30 and 5.
SM: This is ridiculous. I can't believe we have to come back.

Finally Stupid Mom and her Annoying Daughter huffed away. From the receptionist's beleaguered patience, I could tell she has to go through this conversation a few times a day...poor woman. It's amazing how snarky people get when all they need to do is spend five minutes to be prepared!

Five minutes after coming home from work...
( Hint: They both bobble and one says 'Some seriously dark juju magumbo went down in here' and the other says 'Why does it always have to be a dead guy?' )


=D Now I gotta go brag to my best friend.

I work at Volde*Mart as a FE cashier.

First, the WTF as it is short and not-so-sweet. It was an exercise in TMI. Not horrible, but that's why it's a WTF, not a suck. I'm checking two women out, one of the last purchases of my day today and one has a bustier. Now, I know the bustiers we sell are crap. They don't have any of the good structuring materials and the stitching comes undone pretty quickly from the tension.
I'm commenting on them, on how pretty they are, because while they may be crap, they were pretty crap. Then I'm ringing up her condoms. I don't snicker, or wonder, or etc. at condoms because I prefer not to think about it, though I admit to a mental snort of amusement if condoms go with a couple of pregnancy tests.
In fact, I continued conversing with her about the pretty bustiers. But then she interjects and goes 'Oh, yeah, I'm a Trojan girl ;D' complete with a shameless grin and I'm like '......... ew'. Not out loud of course, as I'm still employed and like to stay that way, but I was going 'I don't need to know that. Seriously.' in my head while just giving a bit of the laugh and going back to the bustier conversation. Once they were long gone, the woman behind those two was like '... you are not a priest, this is not confessional. They do not need to tell you that'. I was like 'Seriously.'

The Suck/WTF/thing goes under a cut, because it's gross imagery.

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The commentathon is open to all gen and any pairings that aren't Shawn/Lassiter, and it's open to all types of fanwork -- fic, art/icons/graphic, vids, recslists, 'ship manifesto type squee, etc. It'll be open for about a week.

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I was reading a (fanfiction, so not professionally edited) story in which this sequence took place:

[Phantom:] “What? All of us? As in all of you plus me and Lance?”

“Lance and I, Sir Phantom,” Dora corrected gently.

---

Wouldn't the original version be correct? ("As in all of you plus me?" or "As in all of you plus I?") If not, how do you tell which is correct?

"Hello, Mr. Ordered Truck Decals? Yes, this is Me with The Best Darn Little Sign Shop Ever. I'm calling about the box truck you left for me to install decals on."

"Oh, yes, is it ready already?"

"Well, it would be. I'm about halfway done but it's started to rain. Doesn't look like it's going to let up any time soon, so it might be another day or two."

"You don't have a garage you can pull into?"

"I'm afraid not. Wish I did, though, it'd solve a lot of problems."

"Well, you should."

(doing my damnedest not to be wiseass here) "Well, I, er, don't."

"You're supposed to have that truck done today."

"I can't do anything out there with it raining, I'm really sorry, sir."

"You should have someplace to pull vehicles inside."

"I'm sorry, but I really don't."

"You should." *click*

OH GOLLY YOU GUYS
A GARAGE JUST APPEARED OUTSIDE
IT'S MADE OF CANDY AND HAPPY THOUGHTS

Happy birthday, Sesame Street.

I work in a book store in a mall. We will be closing in January. In fact, we will be closing almost two years to the day after the music store in the mall -- where I used to work -- closed. Now, I admit I may be being a tad oversensitive to some things, but:

I appreciate comments about how much it sucks that we're closing. I appreciate your concern about us booksellers finding other jobs in this economy. I don't appreciate you getting mad that I won't tell you what jobs, if any, my coworkers have lined up. That's their business, and your desire to find out where they'll be working after January is bordering on the stalky.

I don't mind you asking if we'll be having a clearance sale. I do mind you getting mad or expressing disbelief when I tell you that our parent company hasn't told us yet what sort of, if any, clearance we will be having. I really, really mind if you demand clearance sale prices now because you're been such a good customer, especially if I've never seen you before.

I love you for mentioning other places locally that are hiring. I have considerably less love for you suggesting that one of my female coworkers will only be able to get a job as a stripper. My love for you approaches zero when you start to mention specific clubs and go on in some detail how hot she would be. Again, you're getting stalkery. Stop it. (Nothing against strippers here -- I just know the coworker in question wouldn't want to do that as a job for her own personal reasons.)

Please, a little tact goes such a long way . . .

Reporting from a Harley-Davidson dealership. I'm just going to give you a run down on how NOT to act in my dealership.


Now, we're polite and accommodating with our customers, but we are encouraged to NOT just blow over if they're being rude or abusive with us, that's right, I get to have a backbone, we're not subservient. Just thought I'd mention that so I don't get and "OMG BAD_SERVICE!" because I wasn't exactly being perky and happy.


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