Sunday, July 21, 2013
More cut scenes:
I have been editing more and more today, and this is some of the scenes I had to cut because it makes the character unlikable.
“Excuse me ma’am do you work here?”
“No I just wear the nametag and uniform to confuse you surprise it is my costume.”
The guy glares. “Well could you help me find something, or are you going to be a bitchy smartass. I did not appreciate your attitude because the customer is always right.”
Fuck you douchebag!
“Actually the customer is a stupid, lazy, asshole that needs to be guided to the product like a fucking 3 year old.”
I turned my back on him. Douche bags all of them. I hear customer say to my turning back, “Yet another person cannot show me to the product at Fiona’s Corner and Cafe.”
A voice cuts through my head like a raging animal. I know you did not forget my 20 coupons…I ought to complain to the manager about your incompetence. Give me the money you owe me.”
I walk to the front end to see the person hollering, and it was a woman with 3 kids yelling at a cashier. The cashier is sitting there shocked while the woman with brown highlighted hair and grey eyes wearing an April’s couture track suit glaring at her like she is a bug she wants to squish.
I really hate the cashier being yelled at, so I have to interfere. Not before the customer service guy steps in. “What seems to be the problem ma’am?” he talks to her like she is a 3 year old.
She huffs, “Well this bitch forgot my coupons, and I am late for a hair appointment. What can you do about it?”
Nope killing her is not worth the brain power.
He smiles at her ignoring her bad attitude. “Sure ma’am he can give you the money.” He runs the coupons through the machine, and gives her the measly money she was bitching about. I just laugh as she walks out the door.
I go back to the counter before people pop up wondering where I am.
A bald headed gentleman except for the top comes to the counter. His grey eyes shined through his glasses and are accompanied by his shirt and shorts. He has a shaking problem, but smiles at me then, stares. I smile back, break the silence. “Can I help you sir?”
He stares at me, some more, then snaps out of his trance, and points to two watches. “Are they made of stainless steel? Can you fix the bands, and do they come with indiglo?”
I think about it for a moment. I examine the watch looking for proof. One of the managers are behind me. “Are you the manager?” he asks completely ignoring the fact that I was trying to help him. Treating me like a dumbass.
I am tired at this point not stupid, but the guy apparently thought I was stupid and wanted to talk to the manager rather than me. Like an arrogant asshole. “I was not trying to make it seem like I doubted you.” Bullshit… He was a picky ass douche bag, and he should have examined the watch more closely considering it says stainless steel on the back! Dumbass!
He even said, “That does not convince me because if something happens it will be your fault.” When I told him I could try to take the band out. He is really a piece of work that ought to be 6 ft. under. In fact I will do just that to him. The jackass finally is so immersed into it he stops being a dick.
Meanwhile there is another idiot this time a woman with short hair, and blue eyes, tan, a low cut shirt with jeans. Wearing bracelets tons of bracelets gracing her skinny arms. She is a woman with money, and obviously no common sense. I open the case and pull out the watch another of these teleportation watches that are really hard to take the links out.
She tries it on and it is too loose. The bitch spends another five minutes with back and forth talk on how many links she wants me to take out, and how to tell. Of course I know you have to take them out where the arrow points to. She kept going on and on, on how to tell if a watch can be shortened with the arrows. Then she wanted almost all of them out. How stupid. And after trying to take the links out it still did not want to budge at all. After trying to get the damn thing off the lady did not want it in the end. I put it back where the watch is displayed. She left leaving me to fantasize about snapping he neck.
God…Then another girl and her friend came to the counter. This time it was an African American teenager who is a little bit overweight wearing a wordy t-shirt. A werewolf girl with an attitude to match.
“Can you return a ring? A school ring if you don’t have the receipt?”
“Maybe if a manager okays it.”
The girl was looking at me in a mean way, and I could tell by her body language that she was trying to intimidate me especially when she asked me to be honest. I could tell, they both thought I was an easy target. I told them all they needed to know and they left.
There was another situation that popped up a lady came in with a rebel looking son, and he reminded me of an asshole ex-boyfriend. The abusive douche bag that cannot admit he treated me horribly, but I got it out of him by hurting him and ripping his heart out the way he ripped mine. Goody another fun customer.
“Ma’am where are the anklets?” The bitch in question asked.
I guided her to it noticing she was right at them. Then after looking she did not want the damn thing, and then she had me open the case fine, but oh well. I open the case and let her look, and like the indecisive bitch she is takes forever. No this in not my size, and not this one. All for a new boyfriend, but I doubt anyone would want someone like her. She finally chooses a cute one. I ring her up, and thank god she is finally done. She was an annoying irritant anyway.
Thank god it is almost closing. I note the address of the annoying watch bitch and the other annoying watch dick. Something has to be done about those stupid customers that treat retail employees like shit. Dicks!
I give up the keys to take a break from the insanity. The stupid anklet bitch is back. “Oh, I got the wrong size.”
I was closed, and I doubt I could help her now since all the money is out of the register. “Sorry I cannot help you since we are closed.” I walked away not ready or really caring about dealing with her. She was a bitch, and I really don’t want to deal with her shit.
I leave only to be stopped by the annoying supernatural customer service guy. “She is mad that she cannot switch out her bracelet since she got the wrong size.” I don’t care it was her fault for getting the wrong size, and she went to complain about me like the little self-entitled bitch she is.
“I thought I was closed which is why I did not help her and my register is closed.” “You still have to help the customer out all she wanted was to switch out the product, and she did not want to touch the money.”
Fuck you the customer is a bitch, and not always right.
“I heard you the first time. I will remember to give the keys to a person earlier.” If I do that I will not have to worry, and I really cannot wait until I leave the job.
The scenes did not work, and there was wayyy too much customer horror stories. Not enough detective work. But I still have fun showing people cut out pieces so they can see some extra scenes that did not make it to the final story.
Until next time,
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