another disappointing day (with cuts and occasional foul language)
So this very well could be the most boring post I have done, cos it's all bitching and moaning about all the fucktards that I face on a daily basis.
I arrive at the station, it's just after 8am. I have my Ipod on and my sunnies - that's right I'm not giving off a 'lets be social' vibe.
This chick comes up, staggering asking me for a 'spare' ciggarette. WTF? who carries spares??? I go through the crap of 'no it's my last one, don't have anymore, so sorry kthanksbye...what was that? Can I leave you a drag????, as in leave her one puff of MY ciggarette when it gets to the butt....GTF away from me, that's just gross and retarded. She was asking everyone and then having a go with each person that declined. I really hate people like that.
I got a seat near the door, not a 'special seat, just one close to the door. Anyone who uses the train here knows that as you enter there are 4 'special seats that are reserved for pregnant women, elderly people, or people with a disability. An old lady, walking frame and all gets on at Newport. Do you think any of those 4 motherfuckers that were sittng there in the special seats got up and offered the chair to her? hell no! There was a teenager sitting in one, a guy in a suit with a laptop in the other, a slutty girl doing her make up and a bitch with her shopping bags resting on the seat. They all saw her get on and lowered their heads to pretend that they didn't notice. I ended up giving her mine - she was really sweet and telling me not to bother, but hello? she had a walking frame! So I just gave death stares to the suit guy, the teenager, bag lady and the Barbie. I want to know where those dickwad inspectors are when this is going on. There is always a crowd of them at Flagstaff oooh checking to make sure your fucking ticket is validated, I never see them fining people for stuff that benefit's the actual consumers.
I get the fact that everybody walks at a different pace, but for the love of sweet peas and potato, if you are intending to drag your feet and play with your phone and read the paper all at once - could you perhaps Oh I don't know...MOVE TO THE SIDE? THIS WAY THE OTHER FAST MOVERS CAN GET PAST., yes! without standing on the back of your shoes - sorry about that, but i'm really not that used to walking in slow motion. Same goes for wall huggers....people that have to obsessively rub shoulders with the building walls and not let anyone past or though as they twitter in slow motion down the street.
I had the worst day for customers too. I have nothing else to say except READ READ READ before you sign anything! there is a crowd of people ringing me everyday complaining that they have been over charged......
*checklist*
-Did you get a quote and cost discloser statement? (yes)
-Did you read it thoroughly? (no, you just signed it and sent it back along with your bank details authorising a debit)
Arrrrrghhhhhhh! Then I get the awesome experience of the whole life story including who did what, who said what and to whom and when and what they had for breakfast and the uncle who died and the family that's still overseas and the car that was re-painted and all this crap that doesn't mean shit to anyone. *DIAF*
Gah! 2 more days of hell and then the weekend....
I arrive at the station, it's just after 8am. I have my Ipod on and my sunnies - that's right I'm not giving off a 'lets be social' vibe.
This chick comes up, staggering asking me for a 'spare' ciggarette. WTF? who carries spares??? I go through the crap of 'no it's my last one, don't have anymore, so sorry kthanksbye...what was that? Can I leave you a drag????, as in leave her one puff of MY ciggarette when it gets to the butt....GTF away from me, that's just gross and retarded. She was asking everyone and then having a go with each person that declined. I really hate people like that.
I got a seat near the door, not a 'special seat, just one close to the door. Anyone who uses the train here knows that as you enter there are 4 'special seats that are reserved for pregnant women, elderly people, or people with a disability. An old lady, walking frame and all gets on at Newport. Do you think any of those 4 motherfuckers that were sittng there in the special seats got up and offered the chair to her? hell no! There was a teenager sitting in one, a guy in a suit with a laptop in the other, a slutty girl doing her make up and a bitch with her shopping bags resting on the seat. They all saw her get on and lowered their heads to pretend that they didn't notice. I ended up giving her mine - she was really sweet and telling me not to bother, but hello? she had a walking frame! So I just gave death stares to the suit guy, the teenager, bag lady and the Barbie. I want to know where those dickwad inspectors are when this is going on. There is always a crowd of them at Flagstaff oooh checking to make sure your fucking ticket is validated, I never see them fining people for stuff that benefit's the actual consumers.
I get the fact that everybody walks at a different pace, but for the love of sweet peas and potato, if you are intending to drag your feet and play with your phone and read the paper all at once - could you perhaps Oh I don't know...MOVE TO THE SIDE? THIS WAY THE OTHER FAST MOVERS CAN GET PAST., yes! without standing on the back of your shoes - sorry about that, but i'm really not that used to walking in slow motion. Same goes for wall huggers....people that have to obsessively rub shoulders with the building walls and not let anyone past or though as they twitter in slow motion down the street.
I had the worst day for customers too. I have nothing else to say except READ READ READ before you sign anything! there is a crowd of people ringing me everyday complaining that they have been over charged......
*checklist*
-Did you get a quote and cost discloser statement? (yes)
-Did you read it thoroughly? (no, you just signed it and sent it back along with your bank details authorising a debit)
Arrrrrghhhhhhh! Then I get the awesome experience of the whole life story including who did what, who said what and to whom and when and what they had for breakfast and the uncle who died and the family that's still overseas and the car that was re-painted and all this crap that doesn't mean shit to anyone. *DIAF*
Gah! 2 more days of hell and then the weekend....