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Right, Im a little bit late to the party for work-related gripes, but Im having a bit of a rough day on the sales desk today so fuck it.

First of all, what is the fucking deal with bus pass holders? You are not Gods gift to public transport just because you are entitled to use it for free, you know. Some people (mostly OAPs) piss and moan like nothing on Earth when you ask them for their 50p booking fee. Its only fifty fucking pence you miserable old fruitbat! Fucks sake. There are some people paying upwards of 40 for the same ticket theyre getting for 50p, and some of them still look at you like youve just pissed on their leg.

Thats an absolute disgrace, seems to be their catchphrase. No, you uppity piece of shit, whats a fucking disgrace is the fact that you have the nerve to come in here and complain about paying the MASSIVE sum of fifty pence to get all the way to Glasgow and back, when most people are paying around about 20! Most of them are very grateful for it, but 1 out of 10 are just complete and utter dickholes.

But its supposed to be free!. Just eat shit, crusty.

Another one; people who, when you tell them something that disappoints them, take a massive strop and walk away shouting and swearing. This morning a group of lasses came in asking for info on a First Bus service. I explained that I couldnt really help them as I dont know much about First Bus (working for Stagecoach and all), so theyd either have to phone First (I gave them the phone number) or go up to their Union Street office.

All of a sudden their faces look like those of a bunch of bulldogs sucking on lemons. Fat lot of use you are, one of them says, and they storm off like a bunch of elephants, saying shit like what a fuckin wanker, and useless prick. I genuinely angered these people, and I have absolutely no idea why! Some people are just fucking arseholes, man. If I speak to you politely then I expect you to do the same, so wind your neck in and stop being such a grouchy cuntbucket, eh?

Another one is people that expect to be served when were closed. The lights are off, the shutters are down, there are closed signs up at every desk plus signs that clearly state the closing time SO WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU KNOCKING ON THE WINDOW?! Its just a question! Bullshit. Just a question turns into another question, which turns into another, and another, and soon enough ten minutes have passed and the customers pissed-off because Ive already counted my money and cant sell them a ticket.

I just say sorry, were closed to anyone who knocks on the window now. Its just not worth the hassle. Fair enough if its just a couple of moments after Ive closed and Ive still not counted my cash, then Ill usually help them out, but they can fuck off if you think Im going to spend 10 minutes sorting out my float/computer and changing my paperwork just to sell a ticket after Ive cashed up.

Again, people seem to get really pissed-off when I cant serve them after closing time too. I dont really give a fuck, though. Its their own fault for not coming through when we were open.

Phew. Forgive me for the length, but Ive got to remain polite and calm when serving these people and I need somewhere to let off some steam :p.

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Micro scooters... what a shit mode of transport. Its like zipping around on bit of scaffolding pipe. I've never tried one but i can imagine its no better or quicker than just walking briskly. Bring back those rad scooters with the big thick white wheels and the padding on the handlbars. I dont care if they don't fold up to take onto the bus, i'd only be taking that bad boy down to a dirt track to pull some bitchin-awesome 360s anyway (well, 12 yr old me would), not using it to go to work. Adults who use micro scooters tend to accompany their shit, tinny cunt-carriers with one of those bags that has one fucking diagonal strap. Fuck off with your one strap. What's wrong with two straps? One per shoulder, that's the way backpacks have been for years, if it aint broke, don't fix it with some angular velcro contraption.

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My pet hate today is myself, for leaving my fucking wallet on the bus yesterday. What a dozy, fuck-witted thing to do and I can't even claim to have been under the influence of anything. Cue the hassle of getting replacement cards when it was totally avoidable. What a fucking jo-ball...

:swearing: And some more :swearing: for good measure...

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My pet hate today is myself, for leaving my fucking wallet on the bus yesterday. What a dozy, fuck-witted thing to do and I can't even claim to have been under the influence of anything. Cue the hassle of getting replacement cards when it was totally avoidable. What a fucking jo-ball...

:swearing: And some more :swearing: for good measure...

Last night I bought a sandwich from a shop, got 20 cashback for going

to the cinema, then walked out the door, screwed the receipt up

in my hand with the money and put it right into the bin outside. One of those city council bins that have locks on the side and are too deep to fish anything out of without breaking your own arm off and using it to reach in and get it. 20 right in the bin within minutes - seconds even - of being handed it. And I did this all for no other reason than I am a massive prick.

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Last night I bought a sandwich from a shop, got 20 cashback for going

to the cinema, then walked out the door, screwed the receipt up

in my hand with the money and put it right into the bin outside. One of those city council bins that have locks on the side and are too deep to fish anything out of without breaking your own arm off and using it to reach in and get it. 20 right in the bin within minutes - seconds even - of being handed it. And I did this all for no other reason than I am a massive prick.

:laughing:

I shouldn't laugh, but misery loves company. Only consolation is I don't keep money in my wallet. Gonna be a loooooooooong "3-5 days" till the new bank card.

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My pet hate today is myself, for leaving my fucking wallet on the bus yesterday. What a dozy, fuck-witted thing to do and I can't even claim to have been under the influence of anything. Cue the hassle of getting replacement cards when it was totally avoidable. What a fucking jo-ball...

:swearing: And some more :swearing: for good measure...

I dropped mine in a taxi once 'cos I was so fucked. At new year, so I had no money. I feel yer pain.

And it was an Andre the giant Obey wallet, the dopest thing I've ever kept money in :down:

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Carrying on the carelessness theme, i left my gig amp in my shed over winter, thinking it would be ok cos the shed is watertight. However I took it out last week it's fucked. It just makes a scary buzzing sound and it's covered in mould. Seemingly a damp shed is not a good place to keep an amp.

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ASDA at Garthdee, and what I can only assume is gratuitously overstaffed. Everytime I go in, there are groups of blighters in their green zip up fleeces just pottering about, having a good old laugh, and just generally doing fuck all. The two occasions I've been queuing for the Kiosk or the Customer Service desk, behind the counter there has been hoards of staff, just chatting and turning a blind eye to the queue, no matter how big it is, whilst more staff circulate the area, but just fucking fanny about. What the fuck are they playing at? Especially in an organisation where customer service is everyones job, bar none, you've got spotty fucknecks loitering around like the place is dead, when there's a queue 15 people long. That shite heap probably exclusively employs Bob Gordon students, so they are just free-riding their way through the day, ready to go home and sleep until 3 in the afternoon. Even if they are digging into a bit of graft, they are leaving their trolleys of empty cardboard in the middle of aisles whilst they go chat up that slagged up clown face that gets paid to cut fucking bread.

A couple of dozen redundancies will force a bit of work ethic into those borderline alcoholic STD infestations. Get on a fucking till, shitshaft

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ASDA at Garthdee, and what I can only assume is gratuitously overstaffed. Everytime I go in, there are groups of blighters in their green zip up fleeces just pottering about, having a good old laugh, and just generally doing fuck all. The two occasions I've been queuing for the Kiosk or the Customer Service desk, behind the counter there has been hoards of staff, just chatting and turning a blind eye to the queue, no matter how big it is, whilst more staff circulate the area, but just fucking fanny about. What the fuck are they playing at? Especially in an organisation where customer service is everyones job, bar none, you've got spotty fucknecks loitering around like the place is dead, when there's a queue 15 people long. That shite heap probably exclusively employs Bob Gordon students, so they are just free-riding their way through the day, ready to go home and sleep until 3 in the afternoon. Even if they are digging into a bit of graft, they are leaving their trolleys of empty cardboard in the middle of aisles whilst they go chat up that slagged up clown face that gets paid to cut fucking bread.

A couple of dozen redundancies will force a bit of work ethic into those borderline alcoholic STD infestations. Get on a fucking till, shitshaft

I've noticed this too though I find many Bob Gordon students are perhaps matched by Abdn college attendents (this is purely from personal experience)

So many people doing fuck all. I know a handfull of people who work there who always have a right laugh about how they come in and do fuck all on their shift.

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ASDA at Garthdee, and what I can only assume is gratuitously overstaffed. Everytime I go in, there are groups of blighters in their green zip up fleeces just pottering about, having a good old laugh, and just generally doing fuck all. The two occasions I've been queuing for the Kiosk or the Customer Service desk, behind the counter there has been hoards of staff, just chatting and turning a blind eye to the queue, no matter how big it is, whilst more staff circulate the area, but just fucking fanny about. What the fuck are they playing at? Especially in an organisation where customer service is everyones job, bar none, you've got spotty fucknecks loitering around like the place is dead, when there's a queue 15 people long. That shite heap probably exclusively employs Bob Gordon students, so they are just free-riding their way through the day, ready to go home and sleep until 3 in the afternoon. Even if they are digging into a bit of graft, they are leaving their trolleys of empty cardboard in the middle of aisles whilst they go chat up that slagged up clown face that gets paid to cut fucking bread.

A couple of dozen redundancies will force a bit of work ethic into those borderline alcoholic STD infestations. Get on a fucking till, shitshaft

I might apply.

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ASDA at Garthdee, and what I can only assume is gratuitously overstaffed. Everytime I go in, there are groups of blighters in their green zip up fleeces just pottering about, having a good old laugh, and just generally doing fuck all. The two occasions I've been queuing for the Kiosk or the Customer Service desk, behind the counter there has been hoards of staff, just chatting and turning a blind eye to the queue, no matter how big it is, whilst more staff circulate the area, but just fucking fanny about. What the fuck are they playing at? Especially in an organisation where customer service is everyones job, bar none, you've got spotty fucknecks loitering around like the place is dead, when there's a queue 15 people long. That shite heap probably exclusively employs Bob Gordon students, so they are just free-riding their way through the day, ready to go home and sleep until 3 in the afternoon. Even if they are digging into a bit of graft, they are leaving their trolleys of empty cardboard in the middle of aisles whilst they go chat up that slagged up clown face that gets paid to cut fucking bread.

A couple of dozen redundancies will force a bit of work ethic into those borderline alcoholic STD infestations. Get on a fucking till, shitshaft

They should send some staff to work at the Sainsburys at Berryden. Every time I am in there the queues are huge due to only half the check outs being manned.

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Cyclists....fucking cyclists! Yesterday, when driving along Holburn Street there was two of the bastards cycling side by side, slowing up the traffic and just generally being dick heads. It took my three attempts to get past them because they kept zig zagging across the road. It took all my self restraint not to knock the bastards off. These two weren't even teenagers, they must have been in there 30's and were dressed in cycling gear....yet they were still complete twats. Argh!

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Cyclists....fucking cyclists! Yesterday, when driving along Holburn Street there was two of the bastards cycling side by side, slowing up the traffic and just generally being dick heads. It took my three attempts to get past them because they kept zig zagging across the road. It took all my self restraint not to knock the bastards off. These two weren't even teenagers, they must have been in there 30's and were dressed in cycling gear....yet they were still complete twats. Argh!

I don't like it when cyclists cycle on the pavement. Well, I can understand when the road's ridiculously busy, but when they cycle on the pavement despite the fact that the road has a fucking cycle lane? That really pisses me off. There's a designated part of the road for you to use, you mentally-deficient wankhouse - why the fuck are you plowing down the pavement like you're in Grand Theft Auto? It doesn't make any sense. Get on the road and use the goddamn cycle lane, 'cause next time you fly past me on the pavement, I'm gonna stick a golf club between your spokes and you're going to whizz over the handlebars and smash your fucking face on the motherfucking ground. And die. Then who'll be laughing?

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I don't like it when cyclists cycle on the pavement. Well, I can understand when the road's ridiculously busy, but when they cycle on the pavement despite the fact that the road has a fucking cycle lane? That really pisses me off. There's a designated part of the road for you to use, you mentally-deficient wankhouse - why the fuck are you plowing down the pavement like you're in Grand Theft Auto? It doesn't make any sense. Get on the road and use the goddamn cycle lane, 'cause next time you fly past me on the pavement, I'm gonna stick a golf club between your spokes and you're going to whizz over the handlebars and smash your fucking face on the motherfucking ground. And die. Then who'll be laughing?

By all means they can cycle on the road....I hate in when they cycle on the pavement as well. Just don't fucking cycle side-by-side and slow all the traffic down...be considerate of other road users you ass hats! Really does my head in.

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