Middle Management

Excuse I!

There's nothing like cramming as many tasks as you possibly can while sandwiching all of that with depriving yourself with sleep. I don't really want to go any further with that because it's all been said before by other douchebags.

However, there's a fine line I want to draw today between business and Ma & Pa shops. I'll tell you one thing, I'm glad I don't work for the latter. If people came to me every day and tried to get shit for free from me while I was at a Mom 'n' Popper, I'd probably kill myself with how much money I'd end up losing. Then again, some customers make me want to off myself enough without asking for free goodies.

Enter the Yaeger, an apparent, long-disgruntled customer, foaming at the mouth from genital rabies passed on from his raccoon of a mother, and then again passed on to his needle-sharing girlfriend. I've seen less doucheass morons in Axe commercials. This guy's story?

"So, I think in the last 360 I sent out, I might have left my NBA Live in the disk drive..."
"Oh, ok, do you remember which one?"
"Uhm, well I think it was NBA 2007- no wait, 200.... no I know, it's 2009."
"Really."
"Yeah, I think you guys took my game."
"Hmm, your 360 was sent to corporate about a month ago. Are you sure you left it in there?"
"Positive."
"Well, see, there's not a 360 here for me to check and see if it has the game in there. So I'm not sure what I can do at my level, man."
"Well..."
"Yeah, no, that one doesn't have it in there."
"Well, I would like to get my game back."
"Ok, if your game was here, I would, but it's not."
"So what do I do?"
"I dunno, the best I can do is sell you a like copy, like say, NBA Live 2008; I don't have 2o09 in stock."
"...fuck."
"Yeah."
"So wait, you can only SELL me the game?"
"Yeah, I can't just give you one, you know, there's nothing I can but sell you one."
"What the fuck. Ever since I started coming here, I keep getting fucked over by this fucking company. No wonder you're going out of fucking business, because you keep fucking people over."
"That's neither here nor there, man. The company is still going to have two stores, so we're not going out of business, either... Oh, you'll have to go out the other side, that door's locked."
"This ... fucking seriously, god damnit. This is bull-shit."

/sigh

No, I don't feel bad. That's the first time I've ever seen the guy, and he immediately made more of an ass of himself than any piece of shit who's ever waltzed their way in asking for free shit. OK, so there's maybe a few that are close, but still. It'd be different if I had a copy of NBA Live 2002 for the Playstation sitting in the trash somewhere, but no, I'm not just gonna give out a 360 game to someone who starts talking shit to me like it's our fault the store is getting shut down.

So I called Jen to bitch about him, and it appears we both needed to vent about that dumb fuck. Turns out we sent the guy's 360 out to corporate to get fixed like a month ago, and for him to come up with the brilliant idea that his game was left in the disk tray was so broken, it literally posed no threat to my "dumb fucking knavery radar," and passed right through without hazard. The stupid bastard had no evidence backing that this game was anywhere, and probably wasn't even in his possession of ownership! Guh, fucking guy.

So anyway, reason why I'm posting tonight is because I'm in that stage of "fear of sleep" because of ... you guessed it, Paranormal Activity.

For those of you that haven't heard, this movie went national on Friday, and by Bob, itself, I am going to ruin my life over it.

It's all in good fun, scaring the shit over yourself when you make sounds in your head and try to link that immediately to an unknown force from another dimension! What, you've never been?
Seriously, though. I've heard stories. I'm cringing, just thinking about it. How the whole fucking thing just goes under when the boyfriend makes things worse.

I need to sleep, but I kinda can't; which is totally fucking over any chance I have of studying for Tuesday and Wednesday's exams. Oh yeah, and I'm supposed to revise and memorize a script for my second performance, too.

At least my third exam for Comm. in the Workplace is just a typed response to interview questions. I'm totally gonna win.