I just...my head is going to explode today. Just from the astounding stupidity that comes from some people. I'm at work. And we all know stupid people seem to flock to us when we're at work, amirite? And the rude people! Sweet flying housecats, I just don't get it. Did these people never go to school? Did their parents ever teach them...you know...basic manners and human decency?! FFS I am about at my wits end here. And yeah, I know I've made a thread like this before, and I seem to do so every month or so, but fuck. If I don't bitch, I just might explode and then who the fuck would clean that up, when I'm the only one who does anything around here?!
Okay, examples. Let's see, where to start.
Let's start with the complete fucking wastes of oxygen that are the people that come to the front door here at work. I have to push a button to let them in. 99% of them know this and the other 1% get this DERPDERP look on their face when I explain it. I really didn't think it was that hard of a concept - people with memory problems need to live in a locked environment...ohh, a stretch there, I know. Then the ones who know about the button are fucking pissed and/or DERPDERP as well if I don't press it immediately. They just stand there pulling on the door, staring at me. Oh, then there's also the ones who are completely confused by the fact that they just have to pull on the door, not turn the handle, just. fucking. pull. WTF is wrong with you that you don't think to fucking pull the goddamn door to get inside?! Gee, it doesn't turn and that person in there is waving at me and looking a bit miffed...maybe I'm doing something stupid, maybe I should just pull the fucking door. Oh and don't fucking get me started on the imbeciles that stand there and stare right at me while they repeatedly push the goddamned doorbell. WHILE I'M WAVING AT THEM TO COME THE FUCK IN. And SOME of these goddamned idiots will PUSH THE DOORBELL AND THEN IMMEDIATELY OPEN THE DOOR AND WALK IN. I have EYES you goddamned waste of space! I can fucking SEE the 10 feet to the door where your stinking hulk is taking up space. insert ragey screaming and hair-pulling here
Mmm, and then there's the mildly rude folks who, by the time I get the fiftieth call today hang up when they get a wrong number, and from that point they go in my head from 'mildly rude' to 'THAT FUCKING UNEDUCATED INGRATE'. Asshat, didn't yo mama/teacher/space alien/dog teach you the polite thing to do when you dial a wrong number is to say 'Oh, hello, I do apologize, but I seem to have reached the wrong number.' and then the me on the other end can be all 'Oh quite alright sir/ma'am/etc. Have a good day.' and then they can be all 'Yes, yes you too.' But no, that as well is apparently too much work.
I should just list the stupid conversations I have throughout the day, seriously. You know that website, notalwaysright.com? I could make a 20-pager of my own...
Them: Was the door locked? Me:...yes..that's why..you couldn't open it..
Them (standing at the door): Do you have to push a button to let me out? Me: Yes. Them (staring and pausing a minute): Have you done it yet? Me (headdesking): Yes. It's open.
A certain resident: Can I borrow a lighter? Me: Sorry, I don't have one. I don't smoke. Resident: You should! Then you'd have one for me.
Coworker: Can you get [document] printed for me and make these changes? hands me a copy that's covered in what looks mildly like handwriting Me: Sure, right after I finish this other thing for [other coworker]. Coworker: Okay. I'll come back. [5 minutes later] Coworker: Are you done yet? Me (trying not to glare): No...I'm almost done with the [first coworker's request]. I'll get to yours in a minute or two. [they leave and come back in another 5 minutes] Coworker: Is it done now? Me (resisting urge to kill them, get fired, and go to jail): No, love. I just started. And I'm having trouble reading this writing. I'll walkie you when I'm done. Coworker: But it's been over a half hour!! Me: eyetwitch Nope, more like 10-15 minutes.
Coworker/Resident/Random Person: Can you tell me where [other coworker/resident/person] is? Me: Ummm...in the building? Sorry, but I've been up here all day. Them: Oh! Well don't you walk around to find out where people are? [or] Can't you call every few minutes and ask where they are? Me:...
Yeah, I could seriously go on and on about the stupid shit I hear from people every day. It's only a matter of time before I crack, I think. Honestly? Subeta is pretty much the only thing that keeps me sane here. If I couldn't Subeta, I'd probably die. Or someone else would. So, thank you Subeta.
Now share some utter stupidity/rudeness of your own from your work/school/life...
Sorry. I don't me to laugh at your plight, but the dialogue with the neighbor who needed a lighter is more funny than dumb. Glad you came to here to take a reprieve from the everyday nonsense. /pats
I can't remember any recent incidents that grate my nerves or caused me to snap, but in high school I had to do a project for English class and it nearly fell apart because of one unwilling person. The team I was in had diligent members except for one. A boy who didn't even try nor cared. Instead of letting him receive a zero/F-grade I did his part of the project then hogged the glory. He was livid, but tough nuggets, you should have done your work. It was the easiest too!
I work part time at a gym with an idiot owner. Let's just take a second to focus on her latest and greatest bout of stupidity: I'm part time (actually less than part time, if you want to be technical), let me reinforce that, therefore since I just turned 26, I'm going to be kicked off my parents' insurance in a month. I'm applying for Medicaid in the meantime because I can't afford insurance either way with my lack of income (it's about $200-odd a month.)
So I asked the manager who's awesome anyways to help me with that because the owner has crossed me enough that I don't trust her with anything. One of the things I need for applying for this Medicaid is twelve paystubs, preferably from my employer re: idiot owner.
The owner came back around and informed my manager and I both that she does not make paystubs available to employees. Cue manager and I looking at each other like "What the everloving fuck?" We pushed it further and it turns out that the tiny, smaller than business card sized pieces of paper that come with our checks (it's not automatic deposit because owner's afraid of computers) is it. The only other place the financial records are are in the owner's tiny payroll book. Not electronically, no other copies or anything.
The manager and I are really pushing the matter now - she took the route of how accurate are our 1040s that we have have to file each year and I took the route of does that mean that if something ever happens to that book that I'll have no financial history there.
Secondly! And this plays into her computer fears, the owner won't upgrade to Windows 10 and therefore, we're getting a huge bunch of errors. Down to the point of she accused me of essentially sabotaging the computer into BSODs. The computer was purchased back in early June, made in May, and has Windows 7 on it because, according to cooperate, they're not supporting Windows 10. I'm under the impression that if the program works on Windows 7, 8 or 8.1... it'll work on Windows 10. I know that's how it works with my laptop that has Windows 10 on. There again, pushed it a tiny bit, found out that according to cooperate... if they support Windows 10, they lose the entire database and so do we. It sounds like someone doesn't know how to do their job correctly because that database shouldn't be dependent on the computer's OS.
I want to see how this Windows 10 fiasco plays out in the months to come because by January, instead of a free upgrade, it'll be $100 to do so. And I really doubt the owner of where I work at will want to do that which means we'll be gimping along with another outdated system.
Third, and this is the best, we have a second computer that is either Windows XP or 2000. It's whatever the OS is that Microsoft dropped the support with last year. We use this computer daily, it's on from 6:30 AM until 7 PM at night, and it's glitching out. Owner won't do anything to fix it though I could have it upgraded in less than two hours. She won't pay me to do any of these upgrades or troubleshooting procedures because I've told her basically to pay me because this is not in my job description in the slightest and I want $15/hr for computer stuff. (Which is fair, my Dad is $20/hr and then the certified place that we're in competition with and have fixed computers they've worked on is $75/hr.) The owner went so far as to go to a guy who'd set up the computer for free, that's how cheap she is, and tbph, I think he didn't set up something right that's causing the aforementioned BSODs.
In short: AGH. I HATE THIS OWNER AND WILL BE GLAD WHEN SHE'S GONE.
She went on an immense power trip last week but we won't go into that.

Do you know how much I wish I were just making this up?

- Anything people based = daily dosage of idiots. And people are way too impatient.
I used to work at Subway in a well to do area. Basically, a breeding ground for entitled assholes. Too many people treated me like I was only there to serve them. People would back up the line at lunch rush just because they NEEDED fresh tomatoes. There was one lady that made my co-worker slice up new tomatoes because her BLT was "worthless" without fresh tomatoes. And she didn't even say thank you or leave a tip. And, got pissy when I let people go in front of her so I can let them purchase their subs and leave.
The list of pickiness is too long to list. Most people are nice about it and admit they're picky. They appreciate my work. But, some people expect you to bow down to their demands. Here's some: No brown spots on turkey. Change out gloves if it touched meat because person is vegetarian. Get the freshest bread. No white center on tomato. Get ham from he bottom of the pile. Spread the tuna in a precise way.
My biggest pet peeve was people on their damn phones while ordering, and they're not asking someone else about what sub they wanted. The distracted people would ask for the wrong thing and then blame you for it. One guy was asked if he wanted a certain sub, because his request sounded like the sub. But, in the end, he said my co-worker made the wrong sub and was upset he was going to be late to work because of her. And then, he called the store and was bitching for 10 minutes about being late and that co-worker is stupid, etc. He ended up getting a free sub.
Oh yeah, why do the bitchy customers get the free food? It's like their behavior gets reinforced. Why can't the nice people get something?
And, people need to control their screaming, running kids. No one wants to hear a kid whining that they want a chocolate chip cookie for 10 minutes.
- I feel like the people in the most power are the biggest idiots. I've quit two jobs because of terrible management.
Do I know? Yes, I know. I might have an idea though for something that might help if boss-bitch will pay attention. The leadership in my company just sent out these videos this morning and I thought they was really good - talks/interviews by Simon Sinek. If there's a way you could get your boss-bitch to watch all/some of them, you should! Maybe they'd knock some sense into that addled brain of hers.
Right?! You don't see animals being fucktards...well, except for the doves in my subdivision that like to just hang out in the middle of the road and not move when you drive up to them, but that's another story. And about the reinforcement of being bitchy?! Jesus H. God, you couldn't be more right about that. I used to work retail and it's like training children wrong! If your child was rude, you don't reinforce that behavior, why should you with customers?!
The owner of the place I worked at before this made me quit outright when I tried to give her a two week notice of my new job. This was after I'd had enough when she tried to make me come into work after an ice storm and hung up on me when I said I was iced in.
I highly, highly doubt she'd watch them as computers are the epitome of evil, according to her. I do appreciate the suggestion and trying to help though, please don't mistake that.

I'd love to.
I'd also love to make an administrator account and a user account and make the user account sign in automatically whereas only I and the manager (who's decent) would have the password for the admin.

- The whole giving free things to bitchy customers thing is to prevent them from saying bad things about the company, which is absolute bullshit. Stupid company image is more important then teaching people that their behavior is not right.
I love the restaurant owner in this story: http://wnep.com/2015/07/21/diner-owner-taking-heat-and-praise-after-she-screamed-at-crying-toddler-called-him-a-monster/
I think if more employees had the capability to call out terrible behavior, there would be less bitchy customers.
- Wow, your last manager is just a terrible person. I'm glad you left that place. But it makes me sick that owners can get away with putting more value of your labor over your safety.
I know, right?
Now I'm hardly getting any again and I'm trying to find a place that has full time hours and benefits. Last night, the computer at where I work now BSOD'd. Again. I wonder how long it'll take to fix that... since this owner has made it abundantly clear she hardly wants me to fix it despite the fact that I'm the one who can most easily.

Hahaha, oh god. I love the one with the lighter though, that's hilarious.
I work at Walmart so I get a lot of stupid customers. Thankfully I'm not cash trained yet but even on the floor I get a lot of dumbasses and asshats. Some of my most memorable customers are:
Coffee Filter Snob
She came in looking for a particular coffee filter. We were out of stock. I explained this and she demanded I look "in the back." Since she had been snobby and rude up to this point I said, "I'm sure we won't have any but I can take a look," thinking I'd just walk away for a bit and come back because we definitely did not have any more but she wouldn't leave until I looked. She said, "I'll go with you." I explained that she couldn't come in the back and she said she'd wait outside the door. So we walk back and I go in and take a look around. Our "back" is all huge boxes up in the steels and there's no way I could find it even if we did have it. Since we didn't restock it for quite a while we really just did not have any coming in for some time. I took a look at the skids coming out but there were none on there. I walked back out and explained that we really did not have any but since they were a regular item we would get more in and I suggested calling our store before coming in to save a trip or we could call our other location across town (only 10-15 minutes away, small city) to see if they had any.
Nope. She demanded the department manager. I explained they weren't in. She stared at me. "How could they not be in?!" Maybe because it's the evening on a weekend? I asked if she'd like to speak with our duty manager. Nope. She wanted the number for head office. I didn't have it but said they might have it at customer service. She freaked out and stalked off but stopped to talk to one of my coworkers to bitch about the situation.
I need this Frozen item right before Christmas
We had fuck all Frozen stuff in stock right before Christmas to the surprise of no one. This guy had found one of my coworkers from electronics and took her over to where these Frozen chairs should have been so she could scan the spot and see if we had more in stock. She did so but we're not supposed to tell customers what the scanner says. He was an ass and demanded so she meekly told him it said we had 1. Likely this item had been sold or was floating somewhere around the store. Another customer probably had it in their cart. There was no way we could find it if it wasn't where it was supposed to be and I hadn't seen it at all that day. I first knew about this when I was walking by and he whistled to get my attention. I considered ignoring him but thought, eh, fuck it and walked over with a great big smile and asked how I could help him through gritted teeth. He said what the scanner had said and demanded I find this item for him. I explained that if it's not there, we don't have it. We certainly wouldn't have a box of one in "the back." He was very rude the whole time and when I said I could call the other location to see if they had any he demanded I do so, carrying on that it was ridiculous we didn't have it and his daughter wanted it for Christmas. I called and, nope, they don't have any. I apologize and he brushed it off and kept saying it was ridiculous before storming off. He came by the next day too and yelled, "DO YOU HAVE ANY OF THE CHAIRS?!" at me and when I said no he shook his head and scoffed before storming off again.
EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME! EXXXCUUUSSESEEE MEEEE!!!
A "lady" (older, but not elderly) and her friend had scooters and they were driving down every aisle of the department blocking everyone else. I was helping a gentleman find an item and was clearly showing it to him and talking when the lead scooterbeast drove up screaming, "EXCUSE ME!" I said loudly, "I'm just with this customer right now I can help you in a min-" "EXCUSE ME! [B]EXCUSE ME! [I]EXCUSE ME!!!![/I][/B]" Ugh. The gentleman said that he was fine now if I wanted to help them. Please no sir I'd much rather stay with you. I plastered on a smile and went to help the "lady" find her item. It was a mattress cover. Okay, so I lead her there and show her the item, asking which size. She wanted a queen. So, I show her the queen. "IS THIS A QUEEN?" "Yes, it is." "ARE YOU SURE?" "Yes, it says 'queen' right here. -pointing-" "I WANTED A QUEEN." Well that's good because that's what you've got in your hand, dipshit. We went through this same conversation several times. Like I said, she wasn't elderly and she didn't seem to have problems remembering otherwise! She had completely normal conversations with her friend and while her hearing wasn't great it wasn't that bad. Her friend spoke more quietly than me and she could hear her just fine. She was just loud and obnoxious. She also pronounced "vinyl" as "vin-ull" instead of "vai-null." (Kind of hard to write out the difference.) She "corrected" me when I pronounced it "wrong" though she certainly wasn't the first or the last person to do so. Also, as I was explaining things to her she would interrupt me and ask where other items were until her friend said, "She's trying to help you, give her a chance!" which was kind of funny.
I have more stories but this is getting a bit long. :p I regularly get customers getting angry because we don't have something in stock and that's "ridiculous" and they just can't wrap their tiny little minds around the concept. I'd say most people are pleasant and fine to deal with and I even get to have some conversations with nice people but there's enough assholes, dumbasses and crazy people to make things difficult.