Minimum wage must suck. Did you ever consider not copping a "fuck you" attitude and earn tips?

Fido: spoons doesnt let you have tips.

fatalone: read the blurb

written 2 years ago when i worked in wetherspoons. if u have never been a spoonie you are a lucky cunt

I read you loud and clear, Quincy.

I work at a Post Office to pay for university. People are outright dicks sometimes for shit that you don't even control - shit that's THEIR responsibility.

For example, Canada Post has a policy that anything that is visibly a perishable item has to be thrown out 5 days after arrival. We had a box and they were clearly oranges, as evidenced by the fucking "FLORIDA CITRUS" and pictures of oranges on the side. So I throw them out after 5 days. The next day, the guy comes in to get his fucking oranges.

I tell him about the policy. He was with his wife. She kept saying "We didn't come pick them up because he was out of town!". Well, you dumb fucking bitch, why didn't you come in and pick up his package?

Then they started asserting it was a gift. On the label, it was clear they ordered the oranges. People order oranges and other shit all the time and are smart enough not to leave them in a fucking Post Office for almost a week. As if it being a gift has any bearing on whether or not I have to throw it out.

Then they asked why I didn't PERSONALLY call them. Well actually, even though I'm not required to, I tried to. But seeing as they are unlisted in the phone book and their phone number was not on the package label, I had no way of contacting them. They had the gall to fucking demand a hotline number where they could file a complaint. As if I'm somehow supposed to be responsible for their idiocy in not following a simple policy that I'm required - by the Canada Post Act - to follow. What's even better is that he kept suggesting that I - personally - ate the oranges. Buddy, I don't want your fucking week-old oranges - even more, considering the time it takes to ship from Florida to Northern Ontario - that were rotten and stinking up the back room. Don't get pissed at me because you're a chump.


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Another favourite is this guy who got all pissed off at me because he sent something to Southern Ontario and couldn't track it because he lost his number. As if I'm somehow personally responsible for this.

Whenever you send out a parcel, the Clerk is supposed to circle the tracking number on the receipt for you, just in case you are retarded. They point out, "Here is your tracking number". Usually it's common sense to think "If I want to track this parcel, perhaps I shouldn't be a total asshat and throw out the piece of paper I need to track it!"

So the guy comes storming in, saying he lost his tracking number and demanding I look up the whereabouts of his parcel on my "little computer there". When I calmly explain to him how our computer system works and that we keep no record of outgoing parcels....because it's fucking pointless...he thinks I'm somehow withholding this vital information from him. I mean our computer will only archive shit that we have. Not shit we sent out. And even if we did, our computers do not have the ability to track parcels. He'd still have to call the 1-800 number or visit the Canada Post website.

So after a few minutes he goes off but a minute later he's back. His wife fucking found the receipt with the tracking number in her purse. I was even nice enough to let him use our phone to track it. He calls the number and the guy said it arrived safely.

Why am I accosted for shit that is beyond my control? Why do people bitch at me about prices? Yes, I understand the prices are horrid, the waiting times are long, yada yada yada. Are you going to buy the fucking stamp, or have your period all over my counter?

I think people just have a sense of entitlement to unreasonable service. I usually try to go above and beyond, but when you're busy and dealing with a huge lineup, you don't have the time to do that. Oh well.

Dude - I've worked in Bars here in Montreal for years and I feel your pain. Much love on the post!

Um, "Service industry", anyone? Soooo much bleating going on, I thought I had stumbled a (virtual) goat herd.

Loose the "fuck you" attitude. Do you think your job is unique in dealing with unreasonable people, from time to time (and it is only that frequent - unless you are very unlucky, or an arsehole)?

I wish I could bash this twice.