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I want to buy toys.  Adult toys.  (NOT Adult sex toys).  I want to buy computers, and motorcycles, and televisions and stereos, stuff I could not afford when I was younger.

But you people are making it difficult.  And by YOU PEOPLE, I mean you lazy, slouchy, mumble mouthed, feel like the world owes you all kinds of shit greazy emo tards.

It’s not a generational thing.  I have met some older people that are just as lazy.  I have also met some younger people that have really been motivated.

Look, Prichard Kennsington III, customer service is not for everybody.  And by everybody, I mean YOU.  If you are not happy with serving a customer… then don’t.  Seriously, find another job.

And you people need to stop hiring them.  And by YOU PEOPLE, I mean the store owners or managers that just can’t be bothered with paying a little extra for the good help.  When you lower the pay, you lower the standards and when you lower the standards you lower the happiness of the customer and when you lower the happiness of the customer you lower your income and when you lower your income you are forced to lower the pay… etc and so on, you failing out of business school jack ass.

And another thing… I CAN ORDER IT MYSELF.  Seriously.  I have the internet.  I came into your store so I could get it today.  If I have your store order it, I not only have to wait the time it takes for the manufacturer to ship it, but I also have to wait for the lazy prick in the back to finally decide to make the phone call that it is in… or waste my time calling you… or dropping by the store.  Instead, I can go online and find it faster and cheaper without your help.

I am willing to spend a lot of money on stuff I want.  I am willing to hand it to a salesperson who is just there.

If you have any experience with some great stores, comment here and put a link to their shop or store… or email me at Mickey@somacow.com.  I have cash that is burning a hole in my pocket.

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Recently, I transfered across town on my job.  Different equipment required some intense and quick training to learn as much in two weeks as possible.  One of the very knowledgeable guys decided to take a position elsewhere.

So, week one, extra hours to train.  68 Hours.

Week two started with a bang when one of the guys called in sick.  It was training under fire.  Usually, TUF is the best way to learn.  So, more training, coverage for sickness, and loads of over time.  70 Hours.  It would have been 60, but they had an emergency that had them calling me.

So week three starts with one of the other guys on vacation, and me covering the slot.  Saturday morning rolls in and I already have 48 hours on the books.  And Saturday blossoms into an 18 hour marathon.

I am totally buying a motorcycle now.