Why are people at stores so fucking stupid?
I'm a manual laborer/custodian at my job, which means I do all the heavy lifting, stocking, carryouts, etc. One of my duties is going and bringing in carts from outside. Now I usually bring in 8 to 9 carts at a time, and yet when I reenter the store, fucking EVERYONE always move in front of me. Either they're not paying attention (big surprise), or trying to get across ahead of me, or just expect me to stop and go around them.
Let me teach about a little thing called momentum, people.
When I push the carts, the ones ahead are moving along from the force I'm exerting on the first, so if I stop moving, I can only put breaks on the carts I'm holding, and the rest are going to keep rolling along. I only actually have one cart in my grip. I can only reach up to three. That means, if you get in front of me and I have to stop, 5 or 6 of those carts are still going to be coming at you, and potentially hit you.
In other words? Get the fuck out of the fucking way.
God, I should just mow the bitches down. Would serve them right, the pricks.
Some woman once ran ahead of me to beat me to the doors while I was bringing them in, and then kept walking ahead of me. Then, like a dumbass, she stops dead ahead of me to rummage in her purse. So of course, I stop but the carts don't, and I tell her to look out. The carts ahead bump into her, and she turns around and GLARES at me, like I'm the stupid one.
Oh, I must've chewed my damn tongue off holding that one back.
Really, I hate some of the people who come into our store. They possess no fucking common sense WHATSOEVER.
I'm a manual laborer/custodian at my job, which means I do all the heavy lifting, stocking, carryouts, etc. One of my duties is going and bringing in carts from outside. Now I usually bring in 8 to 9 carts at a time, and yet when I reenter the store, fucking EVERYONE always move in front of me. Either they're not paying attention (big surprise), or trying to get across ahead of me, or just expect me to stop and go around them.
Let me teach about a little thing called momentum, people.
When I push the carts, the ones ahead are moving along from the force I'm exerting on the first, so if I stop moving, I can only put breaks on the carts I'm holding, and the rest are going to keep rolling along. I only actually have one cart in my grip. I can only reach up to three. That means, if you get in front of me and I have to stop, 5 or 6 of those carts are still going to be coming at you, and potentially hit you.
In other words? Get the fuck out of the fucking way.
God, I should just mow the bitches down. Would serve them right, the pricks.
Some woman once ran ahead of me to beat me to the doors while I was bringing them in, and then kept walking ahead of me. Then, like a dumbass, she stops dead ahead of me to rummage in her purse. So of course, I stop but the carts don't, and I tell her to look out. The carts ahead bump into her, and she turns around and GLARES at me, like I'm the stupid one.
Oh, I must've chewed my damn tongue off holding that one back.
Really, I hate some of the people who come into our store. They possess no fucking common sense WHATSOEVER.
Current Mood:
aggravated
Current Music: Miz- Lay Your Love on Me
take a bite out of that

This was from my mom's birthday a few weeks back. I made her a cake, but when I went to frost it, I realized the tube was too big to write "Happy Birthday Mom" with, so I abbreviated it. Yay, lazy cakes. Good thing I'm not a baker.































