"I don't make the schedules. Go bitch to HR."
Grandma is faster than you and she's dead.
I don't have a co-worker like that, but we do get walk-in customers who must have bathed that morning in a tubful of horrible-smelling cologne. I want to say to these people, "Are you olfactorily challenged or something? Christ, you smell like a goddamn pimp."No. 35 of the OP's directly applies to my cube-mate. She wears this nuclear waste product she calls perfume which I refer to as "ode de urinal cake". Seriously - that is exactly what she smells like and she must swim in that vile shit for an hour every morning. It makes me want to wretch every time she breezes in . . .
"No."
I read this and was reminded of this cartoon from this week's papers:One of the main things I'm tempted to say to a lot of people is "First World problems", and telling them to suck it up. Some of the complaints we get are so incredibly inane it takes a lot of effort to take them seriously which, sadly, is part of the job.
I work in a grocery store, and I love how my customers; not all of them, thank Rassilon; like to think that they're entitled to everything. I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to holler: "You f**king annoy me, get the h*ll out of my store before I boot you out." They drive me crazy.
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