Occasionally, they had trouble believing that flipping the dust jacket which had been put on wrong had actually fixed the problem.
The most baffling part is that these people somehow managed to learn to read.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Occasionally, they had trouble believing that flipping the dust jacket which had been put on wrong had actually fixed the problem.
The most baffling part is that these people somehow managed to learn to read.
in my bookstore-slave years, I had any number of customers try to return books because they were upside-down. Occasionally, they had trouble believing that flipping the dust jacket which had been put on wrong had actually fixed the problem.
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I had any number of customers try to return books because they were upside-down. Occasionally, they had trouble believing that flipping the dust jacket which had been put on wrong had actually fixed the problem.
That's quite possibly one of the saddest things I've ever read. I had no idea that people could be so stupid. Wow.
The most baffling part is that these people somehow managed to learn to read.
This. So very much.
Happy Birthday, quester!
I had any number of customers try to return books because they were upside-down.
How do these people NOT get thinned out of the herd?
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What Cindy said.
There is crap all on TV tonight. Good opportunity to make progress on the Eyes DVDs.
Occasionally, they had trouble believing that flipping the dust jacket which had been put on wrong had actually fixed the problem.
You're supposed to say, "A La Peanut Butter Sandwiches!"
The bookstore complaint that I loved was when a customer returned a book, complaining that I didn't tell him that a book was missing 16 pages. Like I was supposed to make sure that every book we had in the store was bound correctly?
You're supposed to say, "A La Peanut Butter Sandwiches!"
That was not covered in the training. How was I supposed to know?
Blarg. Ninnyhead attending MD just stopped by about half an hour ago to drop off a day's worth of notes, which I'd been noodging him about since yesterday, and now I'm feeling all sullen and gripey and like just not fucking doing them at all (this is the guy who has to have his drafts printed out sheet by sheet for editing because he can't get on the server to edit them electronically and I can't just email them to him because he doesn't know how to open an email attachment; I'm fully convinced, despite his bucketload of Ivy League degrees, that if I were to say "Just double-click" he'd tap the monitor screen twice and then look at me all bewildered and puppy-like).
Also, my boss's newest grandbaby has just been transferred here from another local hospital because there's something wrong with her lungs.
Man, fuck this work year. Just fuck it.