I’m Sorry, But You Are Not A Rockstar.
So a few weeks ago there was some issues at my job with supplies. One week they cut a bunch to save money, then the next week there was NO supplies, etc. So when we FINALLY got supplies in, it was like a party. “Hey! REAL gloves! deli paper! deli bags!” I am not even lying.
For a while we had to use the crappy plastic bags that I use to wrap my half hoagies in every morning as deli bags. They are really long so everytime we’d cut someone’s meat we’d put it in the pouch and have to wrap and wrap and wrap. It was all we had, and it was a pain in the fucking ass.
Some customers would say “OH, you got new bags” “these are nice” etc. They were not nice.
OTHER customers would complain. I had to have heard this about 600 times that week: “WHEN ARE YOU GONNA GET THE ZIPLOCK BAGS” ….. FUCK YOU! Those ziplock bags cost more, come less in a box so you have to order more, fall off all the time so we waste more, and take too long to pack up so you wait on line longer. Go fuck yourselves for real.
Anyway back to the real point. Being that we had to use these bags, not everyone was pleased. This one regular customer, I’ll call her L’Vag, was particularly upset. She is a tall, very thin woman. Tends to wear this big black sunglasses, as she did on this occassion. Massive blonde highlights in her brown hair. An accent, possibly Ukraine or German or something. She’s just a cunt. I see her and say to myself “how can i get away from the counter.”
Well the morning we got our supplies in, I had been waiting on one customer and still using the makeshift supplies. L’Vag walked by, stood for 20 seconds ( i had ONE other customer) and sped away. After she walked away, my manager came by with the gloves i needed, and deli bags. I walked to THE CORNER of the counter, took a box of gloves, and was opening the tape to get the actual box of gloves out.
I’m still behind the counter. I’m aware of the customers. I’m getting GLOVES to actually be able to wait on customers. Are you following me? Where was i? Behind the counter. Was I aware of customers? yes.
In this 30 second span, L’Vag walked back to the deli. My hand is in the box…. removing gloves…..
*^&^%^$%
“EXCUSE ME ISN’T ANYONE GOING TO WAIT ON ME”
^%$^%^%
My manager says I’ll be right with her, i’m just getting GLOVES. Then L’Vag notices the bags and starts yelling about how she doesnt want those bags, she doesnt like them, why can’t we have ziplock bags, if we dont have the bags, she’s leaving.
If i was alone, i would have said sorry come back next month maybe we’ll have the bags. Instead, my manager explained to her if she WAITED for more than 3 seconds, we could open the box of bags and start using them.
When you read this, read it condisendingly as if you were talking to a mentally challenged person and trying to soothe them because they can’t understand the basic concepts you are trying to speak.
Anyway, I’ve been calling her “the rockstar” because she’s always got those sunglasses on, and she’s got an accent, and oh yea, SHE’S A GIANT CUNT.I think I’ll change her name to L’Vag tho. It fits.
