Right lets get this ball rollin'.
I am a student, or as most people see think a poor guy who learns and the goverment worships as the hopes of the future. As a student its my right to have a crap job in some small shop or as a nobody in a huge company. I chose the latter (well my mum did) and i am what you call a Trolley Boy, i push trolleys to the bay.....thats about it.
Thing is people see this as a horrid job, they could not be futher from the truth, being a trolley boy is the best job EVER for a student. Your now thinking im either insane or an idiot, but i kid you not, its a really easy job and every single night is different, the amount of wierd stuff i see is incrediable. Take for instance the things i have found in a small carpark, to date i have found: 2 x Walking sticks, 3 x Pairs of Glasses, 1 x Wallet (full of cash), 1 x Credit Card (on its own), 2 x LARGE bags of charcol and 1 x Budget report of the McDonalds 5 miles away. Now i know people can forget stuff but how on earth can you leave a huge bag of charcol in a trolley, its right in front of you! HOW CAN YOU MISS IT!!!
You see i have a theroy that Tesco stores emmit some kind of dumbing down spray to make people spend more instore and for some reason every single time i work in that carpark i find even more evidence to support this!
For example last week i was pushing a very long line of trolleys, people saw and naturally moved out of the way to avoid injury, however just as im about to push these trolleys through two narrowly placed posts a very large women decides to walk right infront of them and stop, firstly i was making a noise and secondly she did see these trolleys. Now there is nothing you can really do to stop these trolleys if your far at the back pushing, so physics being physics the trolleys hit her(at this point im am crapping myself), however they simply bounced off and the women didnt even to seem to notice them smacking her, being the nice guy i am i sprint over to her and ask if shes ok, she stands there like a cow stares at an ongoing train and walks off with me just standing there, now i dont know about you but thats kinda fooked up. And thats just one example of the many crazy idiots and maniacs we get and its starting to scare me, i seriously need to find where this gas is being emmited and stop it before i get run over by some old lady.
Well that be my first rant, bit long i know but hey thats how i roll.
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In general I am a polite and understanding person. But two kinds of people can easily get straight to my nerves and make me wanna punch them in the face. Assholes and rude idiots.
The way I see it assholes are persons that don't necessarily lack intelligence but are made to bust balls. Be careful, I am not talking about people who are in a mood and treat others in a very ballbusting way, but in the end of the incident/day/week will think of it and regret it or even say "I am sorry, my bad". NO! I am talking about hardcore assholes, "born to be" ones! And one may regret what he did but never what he is.
The other group of people that can make me furious is idiots who get rude when they max out their potential in stupidity! I 'll give an example:
Last summer I worked as a cashier in several theaters for the Greek Festival. We heard lots of crazy shit but one stood out. Around mid September, on a very cloudy day, a woman who wanted to attend a performance in the odeon of Herodes Atticus bought two tickets of 50 euros each. Being an ancient amphitheater, it has no sealing and is therefore exposed to nature's will! So I print the tickets and as I'm handing them over to her, she suddenly becomes my empress who -having paid a considerable amount of money- thinks that she owns me! And then she pops the question in a manner that clearly stated that the answer was within the cost of the tickets: "Will it rain tonight?"!!!
I've been asked this question before but nobody ever expected, nevertheless demanded, a definite answer. When I naturally, and politely, answered that it was something I couldn't possibly know, she immediately got angry and ordered me to cancel her tickets and refund, something clearly against the festival's policy, especially for such a reason(if one can describe madness with this word!). I ofc refused and told her to go speak with the manager, who in turn actually told her pretty much the same things, with the only difference that he could bear her stupidity long enough to avoid being sued for breaking her nose!
My advice, fight stupidity with even more stupidity! When people just don't get how stupid they and/or their demands are, irony is the ability u need! Stack up stupidity until they get the point!
Believe me, I wish I could turn back time and simply answer "no".
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