Last week, me and one of my friends were talking about how we were glad to only have three days of school this week, having off for Thanksgiving, and the day after. In this middle of the conversation, she stops by saying,

"Wait, why do we have off Thursday? I'm pretty sure Thanksgiving falls on a Friday this year."

*facepalm*

Recently been reminded of this one:

Three female friends of mine shared a flat in West London. Two of them were single so wanted to find themselves a man each. Frequently on weekends they would go drink at a pub somewhere locally.

After a couple years they were again single and decided to drown their sorrows again. I was visiting and asked if there weren't any nice blokes around the pub, seeing as they must have got to know the regulars prety well by now, going there two or three times a week.

"Oh, yeah, there's lots of guys who seem really nice, but they just never seem to be interested in that way, you know?"
I found this hard to believe, so I asked them which pub it was.
"The Birdcage. On the High Road."

Just a minute. The Birdcage? That wouldn't be the pub on the High Road with all the rainbow flags outside it, would it? And the rainbow pub sign? And the posters advertising AIDS benefits events? And regular drag nights?

Yes, that's the one. Why?
You didn't think that the men there seemed very fond of each other? Holding hands, etc?

Eventually I had to spell out for them in words of one syllable that rainbow decor = gay pub and this might be not the best place for straight women on the pull... I have no idea how they could be so oblivious for so long; one had even gone there with her gay best mate and his boyfriend, and we grew up in Brighton, gay capital of England!

Just to clarify, my girlfriend has a job but I don't, so she's given me permission to post her sucks, since she doesn't have an LJ account. She works as a dental nurse.

A woman came in a while back claiming she had "electricity in her head" because of her fillings, and the only way to get rid of it was to have them replaced with the really expensive ones for free.

And here's a transcript of something that went down today

GF doing admin duty: Hello what seems to be the problem
Angry lady: You're not doing you jobs right
GF: I'm sorry?
L: Your dentist removed all my teeth and put them back the wrong way round
GF: That's a medical impossibility
L: well I'm an exception!

Apparently she wanted to get implants for free.

Yet another suck from the lady who works for a European game retailer with a "creative" name that isn't Gamestop!

Mercifully, this being Ireland, we don't experience Black Friday. (We have Bog Day on December 8th... Ireland is a largely Catholic country, so on December 8th it's the feast of the conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary. It's a holy day of obligation, so all the folk from rural areas around Dublin come to our mall/shopping centre to do their Christmas shopping, yay! But ANYWAY... moving on...) We do, however, have to contend with PEGI (Pan European Game Information) ratings on games, and then the formal IFCO (Irish Film Censors' Office) ratings. PEGI ratings are more like guidelines, we don't enforce anything below 12+, but above that we treat it like an IFCO rating. The law states that we legally cannot sell a game/blu-ray (we sell pre-owned blu-rays) to anyone below the age shown on the product, so this makes for a looooot of sucks.

So anyways, today the shop was jam-packed what with it being a Saturday and OMFG LESS THAN 30 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS! Our policy is to I.D. anybody who looks younger than 21 and is trying to buy a certified game. One customer today came up with the latest Call of Duty (which received an 18+ rating from PEGI and IFCO) and the Saw game, which has the same rating. Please hold while I transfer you to the department of SCRIPT FORMAT and OH NO HE DIDN'T!

STARRING:
Game Slave: That's me!
Jerky McJerkson: Sucky customer
Meanie O'Meanieo: Sucky customer's friend

GS: Oh, you're looking to purchase these games! Can I ask how old you are? *is suspicious cos both look barely 17*

JMcJ: I'm 18.

GS: *apologetic smile* Do you have any I.D. to prove that please sir?

JMcJ: Are you joking me?

GS: Unfortunately not, sir, I have to ask for I.D. if you're lucky enough to look younger than 21, haha... *smile*

MO'M: Are you saying he's lying?

GS: <:O No, sir, I just need proof of age for purchase.

JMcJ: Ah, just give them to me... I told you I'm 18!

GS: I'm afraid I can't do that, sir.

JMcJ: Well I don't bring I.D. with me when I'm buying a poxy game!

GS: *smile wearing thin now* Well, if you bring your I.D. next time, we can check it and you'll have your games double quick!

MO'M: I'll buy them for him so.

GS: Do you have I.D.?

MO'M: Wha? I don't need I.D., I'm 19!

GS: Same situation applies, I'm afraid. I need to see I.D.! I can hold the games for you if you have a driver's license in the car...? *hint hint*

JMcJ: So you're saying I can't buy these games without I.D.?

GS: I'm afraid so, sir. It's against the law...

JMcJ: F*** you, you f***ing goody goody! *storms out with mean friend*



So, if those two ever come back, I'll be telling them I can't serve them without I.D. (again!) and if they swear at me again, they will be banned, end of.

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Hope you all had a lovely Black Friday/Friday of no distinguishable color, or at the very least, didn't want to maim any of your customers.

Bringing you a couple of sucks from the same customer last night, from the Kids/Baby/Maternity section of a chain clothing store that sounds military-related, but isn't.

( A LETTER TO YOU, DEAR CUSTOMER. )

Just got Phantasy Star Zero. My friend code is 1849 2014 2713

Two sucks, both recent.

Working in the general area of my high school has meant that people from my high school come in and leave messages for me. People I didn't even like in high school. When I'm not on shift. WTF?

We rent DVD's out. As such, you have to have an account with us, of course, because we aren't going to rent out to just anyone. Since it's a small independant store, our system is a little different than say, Blockbuster. (Of course I've never even had an account at a Blockbuster, so I could just be talking out of my ass there.)

We do a 40 dollar authorization on the card used to open the account, to protect us from people getting a pre-paid card and then coming here and spending all the money on it in one big go and getting away with stealing a bunch of videos from us. It does NOT charge your account, it just tells ME and the machine that there IS 40 dollars on your card.

So this lady comes in, buys a bunch of toys and lubes and wants to open up an account. I start going through the motions and it comes to the point where the authorization is needed. I go through the spiel of why we do this, and she freaks out. She's telling me that we're stealing her money and even though it SAYS it doesn't charge to the account, she knows it's going to anyway and we're just trying to steal her money!

So I gave her a choice of opening the account or her leaving with none of the DVD's. She picked the porn.

Recap: King of Burgers minion... who only has two more shifts! *fistpump*

I was on drivethru last night, and it was my city's Christmas in the Park. We're one of the closest fast food outlets to the park, so we were slammed.

1) We only take two separate orders per car. No, that's how we've always done it. Why? Because I can only have a certain number of pending orders before the system freaks out. If half those orders are from one car, I can't get the line through as quickly. I'm sure you can split the orders up between two of you and pay each other back. You don't want to do that? Come inside. It looks busy? That's because it is. So is drivethru.
1a) If you agree to just do two orders, don't try to start ordering a third one. I won't take it. Just... no.

2) While we're talking about separate orders, could you please tell me if there's two orders for your car before I send the first order through? Otherwise whoever's cashing will get confused. This wouldn't be a huge deal if it didn't happen all the time.

3) I don't control the prices. I don't control what we don't sell anymore. Yelling at me won't help. If I was in a position to change those things, I wouldn't be working for minimum wage on a Saturday night. Trust me.

4) Yes, my accent is bizarre and unique.* No, that doesn't give you the right to mock it, or to demand to know "where the fuck [I'm] from."
*I live in New Zealand. My accent is a mix of the mainland NZ accent, the Southland burr, and my dad's Australian accent. It's truly bizarre, especially to people here or in Aussie.

5) Don't tell me we're sucky planners because it's busy. We have extra staff on tonight - drivethru has an ordertaker, a casher, and a runner. We actually can't be any more staffed than we are.

( Slightly NSFW )

Hopefully, that's it! Two more shifts and I'm out of there.