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Creepy much?

Journal Entry: Fri Jan 25, 2008, 11:07 PM
  • Mood: Fear
  • Reading: One of my textbooks
  • Watching: Nothing
  • Drinking: Dr. Pepper
Maybe I should seriously consider finding another job.

A guy comes in, wanting something scanned and saved on a disc. I told in what we could do. He kept asking me the same questions over and over again. Okay, a little weird, but I didn't think anything of it.

So I did the scanning, even separated pages like he asked. He paid and went to the computers. A few minutes later, he left.

He calls up half an hour before closing, saying he wanted some pages removed. I told him how to do it. Everything seemed fine.

Five minutes to closing, he comes back in, telling me to do it for him. I told him I'd have to charge him again, and more, for what he wanted me to do. He was making me mad because he refused to leave, so I declined all his efforts to get a discount. I didn't do anything wrong anyway.

So, it's five minutes after closing that I finally get it done. I hand him the dis and he says he wants to see it. I almost told him to leave, but I let him have a look at the disc anyway.

He finally left, and my coworker and I were talking about how obnoxious he was being, and why did he have to ask the same questions over and over. Just as we were settling down to actually close our store, a loud tap tap comes from a window.

Same. Fucking. Guy.

He was pointing at the disc, and I later could make out that the cover wouldn't close all the way and he wanted a new one. These are free to customers, but I wasn't going to unlock the door for him. So I told him he would have to come back in the morning or go to the other store that's open two hours later. He just kept asking for a new case. I fincally lost my temper and told him he had to leave and we were closed, and walked away.

Good thing he wasn't waiting outside when I left, or else I would've had to call the cops for a third time this week.

What the hell is wrong with people these days?



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I told you, you should get a taser. :P
It seems like your job is a bit of a crap one...
It is, but I get paid a dollar over minimum wage. :B

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Oh, dear. What am I to do?
I'll seriously consider it.

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Oh, dear. What am I to do?
rape, murder!

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You are under control.

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