Hi!
So I added a new feature provided by Blogspot that will allow you to check off one of the three options or if you want, all of them. It would be great if you can use it! This way, I get an idea of how many people actually read this blog.
Also, I added a poll to the blog which is located at the bottom of this page! Check it out!
If you are too shy to leave a comment, feel free to email be at lillaundrygirl@gmail.com with some suggestions or even comments about this blog. It would be great to read emails from you and get an idea of how many people read this.
Thanks!
-LG
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
KOSHER DELIGHTS...
... Is brought to you by a Jewish episode.
I never had a problem with one of the companies we service. I show up, pick-up and drop off without a problem. Sometimes it is a bit uncomfortable when the guy just sits and smiles at me but I have gotten past that... somewhat.
Anyways, today I go to our scheduled time that HE gave me to do a pick up and to drop off a jacket. I saw the truck in the driveway so my first thought was "it must be a madhouse in there" and my second thought was "I hope he is in a good mood." Never has this guy ever yelled at me but he has repeated many things over and over due to paranoia even though the instructions are clearly stated on the paper, taped to the bag and a copy placed inside the bag. He even hands me a copy with the instructions. So after 3-4 papers of the instructions handed to me, he manages to stand there and emphasize the following:
"Please, please put these in boxes and fold them. Please, please do not mix up the items. This is VERY important." My reply is "I know, I have done this before. I assure you the best quality will be given to you with the instructions followed to the max" and his reply is "this isn't a laughing matter, I'm being serious." And I give back "I know you are, I am too."
It must be my passive voice that I tend to give at times where people have to state the obvious a couple of times but trust me, "moron" isn't written across my face.
So today, when I enter the massively busy place to deliver the item that needed to be delivered, I greet him with a cheery voice and he barks back "now is not the time!" Being that this is the first time that he barked at me I thought "whats next, couples therapy" and I told him "um, ok... want me to leave this with you?" and he said "I don't care what you do, now is not the time." Seeing that there wasn't a path for me to get to the other side, I told him "okay, when you are ready, give me a call or I will see you tomorrow." He said in an angry voice "fine." Normally, some people would be upset that they were yelled at for nothing and I would too but this mini event made me laugh all the way to my parked car. Seeing a short angry guy buried behind boxes and plastic just made me laugh... I pictured Cartman at some point and then I pictured my friend, who is also Jewish just laughing and saying "See, I told you..."
Guess that wasn't the right time to ask him which name brand has the best Kosher salt...... heh......
Signing out with a smile and a deli pickle,
LG
I never had a problem with one of the companies we service. I show up, pick-up and drop off without a problem. Sometimes it is a bit uncomfortable when the guy just sits and smiles at me but I have gotten past that... somewhat.
Anyways, today I go to our scheduled time that HE gave me to do a pick up and to drop off a jacket. I saw the truck in the driveway so my first thought was "it must be a madhouse in there" and my second thought was "I hope he is in a good mood." Never has this guy ever yelled at me but he has repeated many things over and over due to paranoia even though the instructions are clearly stated on the paper, taped to the bag and a copy placed inside the bag. He even hands me a copy with the instructions. So after 3-4 papers of the instructions handed to me, he manages to stand there and emphasize the following:
"Please, please put these in boxes and fold them. Please, please do not mix up the items. This is VERY important." My reply is "I know, I have done this before. I assure you the best quality will be given to you with the instructions followed to the max" and his reply is "this isn't a laughing matter, I'm being serious." And I give back "I know you are, I am too."
It must be my passive voice that I tend to give at times where people have to state the obvious a couple of times but trust me, "moron" isn't written across my face.
So today, when I enter the massively busy place to deliver the item that needed to be delivered, I greet him with a cheery voice and he barks back "now is not the time!" Being that this is the first time that he barked at me I thought "whats next, couples therapy" and I told him "um, ok... want me to leave this with you?" and he said "I don't care what you do, now is not the time." Seeing that there wasn't a path for me to get to the other side, I told him "okay, when you are ready, give me a call or I will see you tomorrow." He said in an angry voice "fine." Normally, some people would be upset that they were yelled at for nothing and I would too but this mini event made me laugh all the way to my parked car. Seeing a short angry guy buried behind boxes and plastic just made me laugh... I pictured Cartman at some point and then I pictured my friend, who is also Jewish just laughing and saying "See, I told you..."
Guess that wasn't the right time to ask him which name brand has the best Kosher salt...... heh......
Signing out with a smile and a deli pickle,
LG
Sunday, October 25, 2009
SUNDAY BLUES
Today is the first time I worked on a Sunday after a very long time and for the first time ever, I will say I wish I dealt with stupid people as opposed to HP tech support.
Today is history for my blog because of the above sentence.
The HP lady was ridiculously retarded. She stated that my overheating issue can be solved if I moved my laptop to a cooler place. I told her my bed and room do not fit in the freezer and apparently me demanding to speak to someone with a brain (yes, I did tell her that), didn't phase her. What. the. fuck. I told her my stupidest customers are brighter than her. She kept making me go into the bios and asking me to turn my laptop on and off ( I didn't though) and she was asking me what the temperature is. Gee, I wonder where I stick the thermometer...
If my laptop is going in for repairs, im going to try and steal someones laptop for a while.
Today is history for my blog because of the above sentence.
The HP lady was ridiculously retarded. She stated that my overheating issue can be solved if I moved my laptop to a cooler place. I told her my bed and room do not fit in the freezer and apparently me demanding to speak to someone with a brain (yes, I did tell her that), didn't phase her. What. the. fuck. I told her my stupidest customers are brighter than her. She kept making me go into the bios and asking me to turn my laptop on and off ( I didn't though) and she was asking me what the temperature is. Gee, I wonder where I stick the thermometer...
If my laptop is going in for repairs, im going to try and steal someones laptop for a while.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
MAKE IT A MEAL
Customer: Do you have coupons?
LG: For what?
Customer: Well, some places give coupons with their service.
LG: For what?
Customer: Well, mostly food and some for products.
LG: No. I'm not a Sunday newspaper.
Customer: You should give out coupons.
LG: No, we shouldn't. But why should we?
Customer: So we can get a meal with our clothes.
I felt like calling him a fat fuck and telling him to get out of my store. Apparently another laundromat gives out coupons in this town. Who would have thunk?
A lady came up to me asking me for change. I snapped "Do you see a cash register around?" I was in the back folding some clothing while my co-worker was in the front doing some stuff. Why come to me, when she is in the front? WAKE UP, DRINK SOME COFFEE, HAVE SOME BRAIN FOOD, AND UTILIZE YOUR BRAIN. IT IS THERE FOR A REASON! The brain isn't an internal ornament to just sit there...
It's one of those days where I hope to go home early.
LG: For what?
Customer: Well, some places give coupons with their service.
LG: For what?
Customer: Well, mostly food and some for products.
LG: No. I'm not a Sunday newspaper.
Customer: You should give out coupons.
LG: No, we shouldn't. But why should we?
Customer: So we can get a meal with our clothes.
I felt like calling him a fat fuck and telling him to get out of my store. Apparently another laundromat gives out coupons in this town. Who would have thunk?
A lady came up to me asking me for change. I snapped "Do you see a cash register around?" I was in the back folding some clothing while my co-worker was in the front doing some stuff. Why come to me, when she is in the front? WAKE UP, DRINK SOME COFFEE, HAVE SOME BRAIN FOOD, AND UTILIZE YOUR BRAIN. IT IS THERE FOR A REASON! The brain isn't an internal ornament to just sit there...
It's one of those days where I hope to go home early.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
-SLAP-
Today I was yelling at a young boy for running around the laundromat. His sister was too. Well I didn't yell the first couple of times. I just warned them and after the billionth time I got fed up, and yelled "STOP RUNNING NOW!" The boy didn't get hit but the girl got brutally slapped by the mother. I told the mother that she wasn't as bad as her son and her reply was "you no talk."... She didn't speak English but she was speaking in Arabic. Another Muslim lady from Lebanon witnessed all this and she came to the counter and explained to me the following:
-The mother isn't supposed to punish the son because he holds a higher place in the family than the mother and sister. If both the sister and brother are running, the sister would get punished but the brother will only get a light warning. If the brother was alone running but the sister wasn't doing a thing, then the brother wouldn't get yelled at, his actions would be ignored and the mother will resume her tasks. If the mother yells at her son, then the father will punish the mother. The only reason she told me to (basically) mind my own business
This reminds me of the stuff I learned in high school about family pyramids in different religions and cultures. I forgot what the pyramid is called and I'm too lazy to drag my finger to the google search box thingy.
Anyways...
After the nice lady explained to me all of this, I was asking her questions and she said "that's how it is in some families." I asked her if it's like that with her family (she has two daughters and a son) and she said "no, my husband knows I don't tolerate that." Now her statement made me think *it really doesn't have to be that, its just power vs. fear, where fear wins.* Fear that the wife gets punished by what is thought to be powerful, the husband. Do I agree with all this? Of course not. Especially when I see a kid get hurt just because the brother was being a spoiled lil brat. I did make a note to not intervene with her family matters again, but still... seeing a lil girl brutally slapped is NOT cool in my book.
I have this one customer and his names rhymes with Dragon. Every time he comes to pick up his dry cleaning, he looks at the wrong places and touches other peoples clothing. It bothers me. It also bothers my co-worker so I can't be classified as a complex case. Tonight, I let him have it. I told him "you know, you seem to know every time where your clothes are. Here, take your ticket and you are limited to the outside rack only. Go on. Find it." He was confused and then I felt bad for him. I grabbed his ticket and gave him his clothes. He thanked me and I thanked him. Sucks that I can't be a full time bitch sometimes.... DAMN MY SOFT SPOTS!
-The mother isn't supposed to punish the son because he holds a higher place in the family than the mother and sister. If both the sister and brother are running, the sister would get punished but the brother will only get a light warning. If the brother was alone running but the sister wasn't doing a thing, then the brother wouldn't get yelled at, his actions would be ignored and the mother will resume her tasks. If the mother yells at her son, then the father will punish the mother. The only reason she told me to (basically) mind my own business
This reminds me of the stuff I learned in high school about family pyramids in different religions and cultures. I forgot what the pyramid is called and I'm too lazy to drag my finger to the google search box thingy.
Anyways...
After the nice lady explained to me all of this, I was asking her questions and she said "that's how it is in some families." I asked her if it's like that with her family (she has two daughters and a son) and she said "no, my husband knows I don't tolerate that." Now her statement made me think *it really doesn't have to be that, its just power vs. fear, where fear wins.* Fear that the wife gets punished by what is thought to be powerful, the husband. Do I agree with all this? Of course not. Especially when I see a kid get hurt just because the brother was being a spoiled lil brat. I did make a note to not intervene with her family matters again, but still... seeing a lil girl brutally slapped is NOT cool in my book.
I have this one customer and his names rhymes with Dragon. Every time he comes to pick up his dry cleaning, he looks at the wrong places and touches other peoples clothing. It bothers me. It also bothers my co-worker so I can't be classified as a complex case. Tonight, I let him have it. I told him "you know, you seem to know every time where your clothes are. Here, take your ticket and you are limited to the outside rack only. Go on. Find it." He was confused and then I felt bad for him. I grabbed his ticket and gave him his clothes. He thanked me and I thanked him. Sucks that I can't be a full time bitch sometimes.... DAMN MY SOFT SPOTS!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
IT'S COLD TODAY
Actually, cold is an understatement. It is freezing and I don't feel like dealing with morons today.
Today's rain brought out customers that are stubborn and stupid. Before I get into this customer, take the following advice from me.
In certain situations, you should tone down your stubbornness and put your pride to the side, especially in public because you will come off as a moron and you will have an audience whether you like it or not.
This lady isn't even my customer but she arrived to the laundromat with TWO shopping carts and each shopping cart had one bag of laundry in it. She could have easily put both bags in one but she said "one cart is heavy to cart it all.".... Instead she was pushing one cart and pulling the other -shakes head-.
She puts her laundry in the washer and then starts to add the quarter. After every quarter, she would hit the machine so the washer could accept the quarter. After four "bangs", I left the front to go to the back and told her to stop because she is damaging the washer and that she can use the coin return and try again. I stood there for two seconds and she said "what, now you are going to stand and watch me?" and I said "no, but I figured you might need help." She snapped back "I don't." Like a fuckin moron, she stood in front of the washer trying to figure out where the coin return button is. One lady shook her head at me for her and mouthed "retard". The only lady that started chit chatting with her about the laundromat was that crazy waitress lady from last Thursday that bitched at me for the baby carriage. All I have to say is this: Crazy waitress lady, meet crazy moron. Now shake hands.
Other than that, the day has been relatively quiet. Outside of the laundromat, I had a political convo with someone and they thought I attacked them by making a general comment. In the end, I just apologized (it was sincere) to be the bigger person and just end the suppose attack. Lesson in life : Never touch politics because there are people out there that are defensive and in denial while others are just sensitive about their views and logic behind their reason. Be the bigger person and just don't touch the subject and if you do, end the debate with an apology.
Today's rain brought out customers that are stubborn and stupid. Before I get into this customer, take the following advice from me.
In certain situations, you should tone down your stubbornness and put your pride to the side, especially in public because you will come off as a moron and you will have an audience whether you like it or not.
This lady isn't even my customer but she arrived to the laundromat with TWO shopping carts and each shopping cart had one bag of laundry in it. She could have easily put both bags in one but she said "one cart is heavy to cart it all.".... Instead she was pushing one cart and pulling the other -shakes head-.
She puts her laundry in the washer and then starts to add the quarter. After every quarter, she would hit the machine so the washer could accept the quarter. After four "bangs", I left the front to go to the back and told her to stop because she is damaging the washer and that she can use the coin return and try again. I stood there for two seconds and she said "what, now you are going to stand and watch me?" and I said "no, but I figured you might need help." She snapped back "I don't." Like a fuckin moron, she stood in front of the washer trying to figure out where the coin return button is. One lady shook her head at me for her and mouthed "retard". The only lady that started chit chatting with her about the laundromat was that crazy waitress lady from last Thursday that bitched at me for the baby carriage. All I have to say is this: Crazy waitress lady, meet crazy moron. Now shake hands.
Other than that, the day has been relatively quiet. Outside of the laundromat, I had a political convo with someone and they thought I attacked them by making a general comment. In the end, I just apologized (it was sincere) to be the bigger person and just end the suppose attack. Lesson in life : Never touch politics because there are people out there that are defensive and in denial while others are just sensitive about their views and logic behind their reason. Be the bigger person and just don't touch the subject and if you do, end the debate with an apology.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
OMG! IT SMELLS LIKE BLEACH!!!
I have reached the point where I no longer ask "WTF is wrong with people?" As a matter of fact, I just want to ask people "WTF is wrong with you and were you dropped as a child?" Seriously people... THINK before you TALK!!!!
Anyways..
A teenager (high school) walks into the laundromat and yells "Omg! It smells like bleach!" and after that, I yell "OMG! ITS A LAUNDROMAT!" He stood there for a minute until he figured out what just happened. He comes back to me after 20 minutes and says "oh, just so you know, I know its a laundromat but the smell." Of course, I had to reply with "It's expected you. People come here to CLEAN their laundry. Not dirty it. What kind of a laundromat would we be, silly." I don't think he liked my condescending attitude but his friend said "Ha you asshole, you deserve that." I felt like asking his friend to be my best friend just for that comment towards him.
I had a lady in the morning asking me the drop-off prices and I was telling her. I would tell her 6.75 and she would say "so it's $7.00?" and I would tell her the price again and she said her price. Then she stopped repeating the wrong price to me after I told her "Listen lady, there is a price difference between the two. If you want me to take your extra quarter, that will be fine with me BUT seven dollars is NOT our price so stop saying it is! IT IS 6.75!" Then she ended with "Okay... do you have a business card?".... WHAT THE FUCK!?
Anyways..
A teenager (high school) walks into the laundromat and yells "Omg! It smells like bleach!" and after that, I yell "OMG! ITS A LAUNDROMAT!" He stood there for a minute until he figured out what just happened. He comes back to me after 20 minutes and says "oh, just so you know, I know its a laundromat but the smell." Of course, I had to reply with "It's expected you. People come here to CLEAN their laundry. Not dirty it. What kind of a laundromat would we be, silly." I don't think he liked my condescending attitude but his friend said "Ha you asshole, you deserve that." I felt like asking his friend to be my best friend just for that comment towards him.
I had a lady in the morning asking me the drop-off prices and I was telling her. I would tell her 6.75 and she would say "so it's $7.00?" and I would tell her the price again and she said her price. Then she stopped repeating the wrong price to me after I told her "Listen lady, there is a price difference between the two. If you want me to take your extra quarter, that will be fine with me BUT seven dollars is NOT our price so stop saying it is! IT IS 6.75!" Then she ended with "Okay... do you have a business card?".... WHAT THE FUCK!?
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
GLIDE.TRIP.FACEPLANT.
Today is one of those days where I just want to go in a corner, rock side to side in a blanket, and cry. For many reason. One being my customers.
Before I get into the "OMFG WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WERE YOU DROPPED AS A CHILD" stories, here is a funny one.
One of the customers, he must be in his early 40s, always manages to creep me out. Today he wanted to know the difference between Bleach and Bleach for colors... I told him and he didn't grasp the concept... anyways... when he came back to put his clothes in the dryer, he was skateboarding in the laundromat and he managed to trip or something and he fell. I didn't get out of the front area until I stopped laughing. I wanted to show my "sympathy" for him and make sure he was "okay". Really, I could care less about him but seeing his arms flail in the air while singing, was H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S.
Tis' all for tonight guys. I am tired =(
Before I get into the "OMFG WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WERE YOU DROPPED AS A CHILD" stories, here is a funny one.
One of the customers, he must be in his early 40s, always manages to creep me out. Today he wanted to know the difference between Bleach and Bleach for colors... I told him and he didn't grasp the concept... anyways... when he came back to put his clothes in the dryer, he was skateboarding in the laundromat and he managed to trip or something and he fell. I didn't get out of the front area until I stopped laughing. I wanted to show my "sympathy" for him and make sure he was "okay". Really, I could care less about him but seeing his arms flail in the air while singing, was H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S.
Tis' all for tonight guys. I am tired =(
MONDAY'S POST
All day I was wondering why were so busy and why little kids aren't in school. Then I realized it was Columbus day. A friend texted me "Happy finding America then ruining it day". I laughed and I think the laughter was more for the fact that I forgot that it was a historical day. No wonder I didn't recieve my dvd in the mail... who would have thunk?... yes... thunk IS a word in MY dictionary.
Monday morning I had a passer-by argue WITH me that HE knew this was a dry cleaners and NOT a laundromat. After a minute of arguing, I gave in and said "you know what? You are absolutely right and when the apocolypse comes, YOU will know EXACTLY what to do." He looked at me as if I were the crazy one. He finally left after telling me that I am not a nice person.
The stupidest question of the day was : The washers use water to wash, right?
My ideal answer would have been "No. When it rains, we gather the rain drops in a bucket and put it in a BIG barrel so the machines can take the water from there. Then, little fairies come and start to dance around and sing *wash clothing wash so you can see day again*" while bashing her head against the washer. Yup. That would have made my year, not day but year.
Don't ask stupid question because when you do, little kittens die.
Monday morning I had a passer-by argue WITH me that HE knew this was a dry cleaners and NOT a laundromat. After a minute of arguing, I gave in and said "you know what? You are absolutely right and when the apocolypse comes, YOU will know EXACTLY what to do." He looked at me as if I were the crazy one. He finally left after telling me that I am not a nice person.
The stupidest question of the day was : The washers use water to wash, right?
My ideal answer would have been "No. When it rains, we gather the rain drops in a bucket and put it in a BIG barrel so the machines can take the water from there. Then, little fairies come and start to dance around and sing *wash clothing wash so you can see day again*" while bashing her head against the washer. Yup. That would have made my year, not day but year.
Don't ask stupid question because when you do, little kittens die.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
EASY DAYS
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday have been easy days. Friday not much happened and things went smoothly. People left on time and they knew what they were doing. Saturday the same... but then again, I didn't work much. Instead I decided to go watch Paranormal Activity, which you should go watch. It was really good. Sunday, which is today is my off day and I used this day to look for a second job. Tough times.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
WHY ISN'T THERE A FULL MOON OUT?
... And if there is one out tonight, then that will explain the behavior of my customers. Where shall I start from?... From the beginning of the day would be good...
Believe it or not, folding can be relaxing at times. When I fold, I listen to my music and i just fold to the beat. Time passes by faster and I am in my own world. Today I didn't have music. Instead I had the sound of the dryers and a belt hitting up against the washer door. I felt like turning the washer off just to remove the "clanking" sound but I tuned it out eventually. A customer approached me for the fourth time this week looking for the seamstress. Before I get into the conversation he and I had, let me give you a bit of a background on him.
This perverted gentleman (if that is even possible) is a little bit over 6 feet tall and must weigh around 125 pounds. He is as thin as a toothpick. He is from Romania and has a heavy accent with a well trimmed beard. He is also a VERY nervous person and very punctual. Tell him "soon" and he would say "I need a precise time". I would say "Fuck you" but I fear he would ask for an exact time, an exact place, and the exact date. Oh and he must be in his early 60's or 70's.
For the past three days, today being the fourth- he would come around asking for the seamstress and for the past three days I would give him the exact times she would be here. He always missed her by 10-20 minutes. Unfortunately, I had to deal with him. Today he decided to wait for the seamstress's arrival and decided to ask me some questions to "get to know me." Now, I was so into what I was doing and I didn't bother to give him much attention let alone turn on my witt... I thought "hey, this guy is old... what can he possibly do?"... well... this is what went on:
Cust: I always see you here. Do you have hobbies?
LG: Yes.
Cust: Well, what are they?
LG: Oh, art, photography, sports, and video games.
-starts to talk about art and music-
Cust: You say you like video games?
LG: Yes
Cust: Like what? Cooking? Sports? Music? Sex?
-note the sex-
LG: Uh... Rpg, Fp.....
Cust: Oh, you no like sex video games?
LG:.... that... that doesn't exist...
Cust: Oh well you know uhuhmmm hahah hmmm
At this point my mouth is slightly open with what felt to be like a WHAT THE FUCK face. The first thing that came to my mind was this:
http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/orl/740493470.html
Straight from the best of Craig's list. I feel like printing it out and giving it to this guy. Anywhoots, seeing that I didn't have anything to say he said "well, I will let you finish your work."
I have come to the conclusion that 80% of the old people are perverted and or crazy...
Crazy is up next.
I have a customer that has been coming to us since day one. I never really speak to her but there is the occasional greetings and asking of one anothers well being. Recently, she has been bringing her mother to the laundromat and she has been scaring me. This is rare, for a human to scare me. It's not her looks or anything but it's the fact that she is always talking and chanting to herself. When I am around, she does this while looking at me, which when she does look at me, I go to a mirror to look at myself to see if there is anything wrong. She makes me paranoid. Today, she didn't stop looking at me at all. She even walked around the laundromat and came back to my folding table and just stood there.... mumbling something in Spanish and looking straight ahead. I asked her if she needed anything and she said "Nuh" and went back to her daughter. After fifteen minutes, I proceed to the front to assist a customer with something. When I go back to the folding tables, she stands right where I was standing while I was folding... I told her "excuse me, but I need this table... its has the clothes on it." She just looked at me and then went back to her daughter. Eerie is an understatement I think.... Where's my blanket? Something about old people today and it doesn't stop here! Read on!
This lady, I have wrote about her. She is the one who doesn't understand that I don't speak English and she always arrives to the laundromat with a home attendant. Well, today after telling her 4 or 90million times that I don't speak Spanish, she picked up her cane and I think she threatened me. She was shaking her cane at me in an angry voice.
At this point I went from relaxed to slightly irritated. I DON'T SPEAK SPANISH. I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU. If I did speak Spanish I would tell her "Shake your cane at me one more time and I will shove it so far up your ass, you would need a wheelchair to help you." Oops! Did I say I was slightly irritated... sorry, I'm pissed off!
The day gets better for you readers but worse for me. Remember, today is also Thursday which means I am dealing with people that really aren't my customers.
After my break, I go back to work to only find out that one of my customers is drunk and won't stop talking. As a matter of fact, she manages to scare a little boy AND be bitchy towards me. She was bitchy because she was cranky and she was cranky because she is a waitress. I know how it is BUT its not that hard to move a bay carriage away from the washer. That is what she was bitchy about. A baby carriage blocking her washer. She came to ask me to move it. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU WOMAN!? She could have moved it herself and when I told her I didn't want to move because there is a child in there, she replied "so I have to stand around all day until the lady comes back?" to which I kindly said "she took her son to the restroom. She won't be long." Then she started to blab and at that point, I just moved it to get it over with. When the lady came out of the restroom, she gave me a weird look and that is when I explained to her what happened. The crazy drunk lady decided to add her input by saying "I was a bitch to her." I had nothing to say to her... I just went along my business. A customer came and complained to me that she wouldn't shut up and to tell her something and I pointed out the whole freedom of speech thing and how you can't really tame drunk people... especially when they are mean drunks. I classified her as a mean one. She was at the laundromat for three hours straight and she only had two loads of laundry... go figure... oh and her husband abusive too but I will leave that story for another day.
Next up on the insane-o-mobile we have the guy who can't function the dryer and states that it is broken. He comes storming up to me in his bumble bee type sweater and starts yelling at me in Spanish. I let him finish and then I asked him kindly to tell me what the problem is in ENGLISH. He got pissed at that. Ladies and gentleman, never assume someone is or speaks Spanish. I went to check out his dryer to only point out to the fuckin retard that he had it on warm the whole time. He continued to yell and scream at me and I asked him to relax and calm down and he says "Calm down!? How can I calm down?! My clothes aren't dry"... I said "Sir, next time pay attention to what you press. YOU are at fault. NOT me." I walked away. I didn't want to deal with him anymore. He just started to rant again in Spanish to someone that speaks Spanish and that customer told the crazy one that the dryers are working right and he isn't. I win.
Lastly, I locked up late tonight because people like to have clothing fights with each other. Nothing says "FUN" like thongs and boxers being tossed around. DO THAT AGAIN AND ILL THROW YOU OUT INTO TRAFFIC.
I need a bath.
Good night.
Believe it or not, folding can be relaxing at times. When I fold, I listen to my music and i just fold to the beat. Time passes by faster and I am in my own world. Today I didn't have music. Instead I had the sound of the dryers and a belt hitting up against the washer door. I felt like turning the washer off just to remove the "clanking" sound but I tuned it out eventually. A customer approached me for the fourth time this week looking for the seamstress. Before I get into the conversation he and I had, let me give you a bit of a background on him.
This perverted gentleman (if that is even possible) is a little bit over 6 feet tall and must weigh around 125 pounds. He is as thin as a toothpick. He is from Romania and has a heavy accent with a well trimmed beard. He is also a VERY nervous person and very punctual. Tell him "soon" and he would say "I need a precise time". I would say "Fuck you" but I fear he would ask for an exact time, an exact place, and the exact date. Oh and he must be in his early 60's or 70's.
For the past three days, today being the fourth- he would come around asking for the seamstress and for the past three days I would give him the exact times she would be here. He always missed her by 10-20 minutes. Unfortunately, I had to deal with him. Today he decided to wait for the seamstress's arrival and decided to ask me some questions to "get to know me." Now, I was so into what I was doing and I didn't bother to give him much attention let alone turn on my witt... I thought "hey, this guy is old... what can he possibly do?"... well... this is what went on:
Cust: I always see you here. Do you have hobbies?
LG: Yes.
Cust: Well, what are they?
LG: Oh, art, photography, sports, and video games.
-starts to talk about art and music-
Cust: You say you like video games?
LG: Yes
Cust: Like what? Cooking? Sports? Music? Sex?
-note the sex-
LG: Uh... Rpg, Fp.....
Cust: Oh, you no like sex video games?
LG:.... that... that doesn't exist...
Cust: Oh well you know uhuhmmm hahah hmmm
At this point my mouth is slightly open with what felt to be like a WHAT THE FUCK face. The first thing that came to my mind was this:
http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/orl/740493470.html
Straight from the best of Craig's list. I feel like printing it out and giving it to this guy. Anywhoots, seeing that I didn't have anything to say he said "well, I will let you finish your work."
I have come to the conclusion that 80% of the old people are perverted and or crazy...
Crazy is up next.
I have a customer that has been coming to us since day one. I never really speak to her but there is the occasional greetings and asking of one anothers well being. Recently, she has been bringing her mother to the laundromat and she has been scaring me. This is rare, for a human to scare me. It's not her looks or anything but it's the fact that she is always talking and chanting to herself. When I am around, she does this while looking at me, which when she does look at me, I go to a mirror to look at myself to see if there is anything wrong. She makes me paranoid. Today, she didn't stop looking at me at all. She even walked around the laundromat and came back to my folding table and just stood there.... mumbling something in Spanish and looking straight ahead. I asked her if she needed anything and she said "Nuh" and went back to her daughter. After fifteen minutes, I proceed to the front to assist a customer with something. When I go back to the folding tables, she stands right where I was standing while I was folding... I told her "excuse me, but I need this table... its has the clothes on it." She just looked at me and then went back to her daughter. Eerie is an understatement I think.... Where's my blanket? Something about old people today and it doesn't stop here! Read on!
This lady, I have wrote about her. She is the one who doesn't understand that I don't speak English and she always arrives to the laundromat with a home attendant. Well, today after telling her 4 or 90million times that I don't speak Spanish, she picked up her cane and I think she threatened me. She was shaking her cane at me in an angry voice.
At this point I went from relaxed to slightly irritated. I DON'T SPEAK SPANISH. I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU. If I did speak Spanish I would tell her "Shake your cane at me one more time and I will shove it so far up your ass, you would need a wheelchair to help you." Oops! Did I say I was slightly irritated... sorry, I'm pissed off!
The day gets better for you readers but worse for me. Remember, today is also Thursday which means I am dealing with people that really aren't my customers.
After my break, I go back to work to only find out that one of my customers is drunk and won't stop talking. As a matter of fact, she manages to scare a little boy AND be bitchy towards me. She was bitchy because she was cranky and she was cranky because she is a waitress. I know how it is BUT its not that hard to move a bay carriage away from the washer. That is what she was bitchy about. A baby carriage blocking her washer. She came to ask me to move it. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU WOMAN!? She could have moved it herself and when I told her I didn't want to move because there is a child in there, she replied "so I have to stand around all day until the lady comes back?" to which I kindly said "she took her son to the restroom. She won't be long." Then she started to blab and at that point, I just moved it to get it over with. When the lady came out of the restroom, she gave me a weird look and that is when I explained to her what happened. The crazy drunk lady decided to add her input by saying "I was a bitch to her." I had nothing to say to her... I just went along my business. A customer came and complained to me that she wouldn't shut up and to tell her something and I pointed out the whole freedom of speech thing and how you can't really tame drunk people... especially when they are mean drunks. I classified her as a mean one. She was at the laundromat for three hours straight and she only had two loads of laundry... go figure... oh and her husband abusive too but I will leave that story for another day.
Next up on the insane-o-mobile we have the guy who can't function the dryer and states that it is broken. He comes storming up to me in his bumble bee type sweater and starts yelling at me in Spanish. I let him finish and then I asked him kindly to tell me what the problem is in ENGLISH. He got pissed at that. Ladies and gentleman, never assume someone is or speaks Spanish. I went to check out his dryer to only point out to the fuckin retard that he had it on warm the whole time. He continued to yell and scream at me and I asked him to relax and calm down and he says "Calm down!? How can I calm down?! My clothes aren't dry"... I said "Sir, next time pay attention to what you press. YOU are at fault. NOT me." I walked away. I didn't want to deal with him anymore. He just started to rant again in Spanish to someone that speaks Spanish and that customer told the crazy one that the dryers are working right and he isn't. I win.
Lastly, I locked up late tonight because people like to have clothing fights with each other. Nothing says "FUN" like thongs and boxers being tossed around. DO THAT AGAIN AND ILL THROW YOU OUT INTO TRAFFIC.
I need a bath.
Good night.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
RING RING: OCD TIME!
Not only do I get stupid people in person but I get them on the phone too.
This lady called 4 times to ask the same question with different wording and on the fourth time, I felt like telling her she has OCD. Her question was if this was ____________ Laundromat and four times I said yes. Well, one time out of the four she asked if this was a laundromat with other services as well. I didn't bother to ask what she meant by "other" but I hope she isn't thinking that we provide happy endings along with clean bedsheets and underwear.
Speaking of underwear, ladies... if you are wearing a thong and you are on your period, please invest in a tampon or at least pads cut out for thongs. This lady yesterday decided to go off on me because the blood wasn't removed from the underwear. I explained to her the following:
"Ma'am, unfortunately blood doesn't come out of clothing unless you pre soak it on the day it gets stained. If blood did come off of clothing and items, then serial killers wouldn't be caught."
I don't think she was too happy with my explanation. Especially the last sentence, she gave me a look as if I am disturbed. No lady, I'm not disturbed. As a matter of fact, I am disgusted that you decided to yell out that you stain your underwear with blood. I should have told her to invest in the products that I mentioned above but I just stood there listening to her tell me how her clothes should be watched. "You should do it yourself next time" is what blurted out of my mouth. She asked for the manager and I said she was speaking to the manager. The end result was that she did it herself to prove me wrong... except that she failed horribly at proving me wrong. She bleached her underwear and the blood was still there. I tried not to laugh but I thanked her for her apology (which is rare) and she went on her merry way. She came by today and dropped off more clothes to be washed and she left a generous tip. I felt like saying "keep it so you can invest in the goods" but I didn't. See how good and professional I can be at times? It's rare with stupid people...
Other then that, people are still banging on my machines and it's the same people sometimes. When I call it on them they say "oh I forgot!" Maybe I should really consider banging their head against the washer, maybe then they will remember my words. Don't fuck with your laundry person... they may seem nice and quiet, but really we could be plotting.
This lady called 4 times to ask the same question with different wording and on the fourth time, I felt like telling her she has OCD. Her question was if this was ____________ Laundromat and four times I said yes. Well, one time out of the four she asked if this was a laundromat with other services as well. I didn't bother to ask what she meant by "other" but I hope she isn't thinking that we provide happy endings along with clean bedsheets and underwear.
Speaking of underwear, ladies... if you are wearing a thong and you are on your period, please invest in a tampon or at least pads cut out for thongs. This lady yesterday decided to go off on me because the blood wasn't removed from the underwear. I explained to her the following:
"Ma'am, unfortunately blood doesn't come out of clothing unless you pre soak it on the day it gets stained. If blood did come off of clothing and items, then serial killers wouldn't be caught."
I don't think she was too happy with my explanation. Especially the last sentence, she gave me a look as if I am disturbed. No lady, I'm not disturbed. As a matter of fact, I am disgusted that you decided to yell out that you stain your underwear with blood. I should have told her to invest in the products that I mentioned above but I just stood there listening to her tell me how her clothes should be watched. "You should do it yourself next time" is what blurted out of my mouth. She asked for the manager and I said she was speaking to the manager. The end result was that she did it herself to prove me wrong... except that she failed horribly at proving me wrong. She bleached her underwear and the blood was still there. I tried not to laugh but I thanked her for her apology (which is rare) and she went on her merry way. She came by today and dropped off more clothes to be washed and she left a generous tip. I felt like saying "keep it so you can invest in the goods" but I didn't. See how good and professional I can be at times? It's rare with stupid people...
Other then that, people are still banging on my machines and it's the same people sometimes. When I call it on them they say "oh I forgot!" Maybe I should really consider banging their head against the washer, maybe then they will remember my words. Don't fuck with your laundry person... they may seem nice and quiet, but really we could be plotting.
Friday, October 2, 2009
BY THE WAY...
HAVE A HAPPY AND SAFE OCTOBER!!! I know I missed the beginning of October by a day but better late than never, right?
WHEN ONE COMPLAINS, ALL COMPLAIN
On Thursday I had a lady approach me to tell me that her washer stopped working and the door wouldn’t open. This isn’t unusual so I grab my Phillips screw driver and a flat one just in case the machine was broken. Turns out, it was and it wouldn’t spin her clothes. I couldn’t fix the machine on the spot and I needed a part (which I didn’t have in the store) so I put the machine “out of service”. I refunded the quarters back to the customer and made my way back to the front until another lady approached me in a panicked voice saying that the dryer was broken because her clothing isn’t dry. (Keep in mind, the moron broke her cover). She stated that her dryer wasn’t hot and that her towels weren’t dry. I asked her how many quarters she put in her dryer and she said “five”. Then I asked her how many minutes there were and she said “28”. Okies, MATH TIME! Five times eight does NOT equal to 28.
I listened to her problem and I dropped a quarter into the dryer and put it on hot to see if the dryer was heating. As I was doing that, she yells “OH MY GOD! HOW DID YOU PUT IT ON HOT!?” Two thoughts came running into my head: 1. Why do you still exist in society? and 2. Can I please bash your head against the dryer door? I pre –prepared myself for this stupidity and started to explain to her how to push the button with the following instructions:
1. Take your finger and choose the temperature you want.
2. Push the word on the temperature button once.
3. Remove finger.
I don’t think she enjoyed my sarcastic help but her response was “Oh! So you have to push the word and not the light! I see now, I was pushing the light over here and I was wondering why it wasn’t working. I thought you guys didn’t have the hot option but you do. I was just pressing the wrong button. You see, I am from out of town and I just have two or three times a year to do my mother’s laundry.” I wanted to ask her “you only do your mom’s laundry three times a year?” but I just let it go and answered that question by myself. The answer was “yes.” Trust me… it saved me a couple of brain cells that she may have killed. Honestly, I believe that once a customer makes a complaint publicly, others will follow. It ALWAYS happens.
I have this customer that always complains there isn’t enough water in the washer and I have told him “you are the only one complains. Obviously a problem isn’t with the machines.” He had given me one of those “how dare you” faces but I just walked away; however, when he complains, another customer complains about the machine eating their quarters where 98% of the time, I prove them wrong.
A poster that I would LOVE to put in my laundromat would say the following:
PEOPLE, STOP BEING STUPID AND DON’T FOLLOW OTHER PEOPLE’S COMPLAINTS. YOU WILL JUST GET MOCKED BY ME FOLLOWED BY US, AT THE LAUNDROMAT, GIVING YOU A NAME!
STOP IT!
I listened to her problem and I dropped a quarter into the dryer and put it on hot to see if the dryer was heating. As I was doing that, she yells “OH MY GOD! HOW DID YOU PUT IT ON HOT!?” Two thoughts came running into my head: 1. Why do you still exist in society? and 2. Can I please bash your head against the dryer door? I pre –prepared myself for this stupidity and started to explain to her how to push the button with the following instructions:
1. Take your finger and choose the temperature you want.
2. Push the word on the temperature button once.
3. Remove finger.
I don’t think she enjoyed my sarcastic help but her response was “Oh! So you have to push the word and not the light! I see now, I was pushing the light over here and I was wondering why it wasn’t working. I thought you guys didn’t have the hot option but you do. I was just pressing the wrong button. You see, I am from out of town and I just have two or three times a year to do my mother’s laundry.” I wanted to ask her “you only do your mom’s laundry three times a year?” but I just let it go and answered that question by myself. The answer was “yes.” Trust me… it saved me a couple of brain cells that she may have killed. Honestly, I believe that once a customer makes a complaint publicly, others will follow. It ALWAYS happens.
I have this customer that always complains there isn’t enough water in the washer and I have told him “you are the only one complains. Obviously a problem isn’t with the machines.” He had given me one of those “how dare you” faces but I just walked away; however, when he complains, another customer complains about the machine eating their quarters where 98% of the time, I prove them wrong.
A poster that I would LOVE to put in my laundromat would say the following:
PEOPLE, STOP BEING STUPID AND DON’T FOLLOW OTHER PEOPLE’S COMPLAINTS. YOU WILL JUST GET MOCKED BY ME FOLLOWED BY US, AT THE LAUNDROMAT, GIVING YOU A NAME!
STOP IT!
THE RELIGIOUS ONE
I don't have a problem with religion. I have my beliefs and I respect other people's beliefs too. I used to have a customer that would come on a weekly basis to do her laundry and she would lecture me for the whole time that she was here how St. Anthony is her angel and that when she loses something, she would ask him for help. She would also tell me that I should go church hopping and find a big group of Christians that would help me through my times. Confused, I asked her “what times?” and she said “we all have our times where we need people.” My question to her was “well, isn’t that what friends and family is for?” To which she replied “yes but being in a group of people that believe in the man upstairs is very powerful.” I agreed with her for the hell of agreeing and just to make her stop really. She would always approach me with the bible and would read me and excerpt.
For a while she had stopped coming and to be honest with all of you, I have thought about her and where she is until one night… she came into the Laundromat as I was closing (what is it with people paying me a visit as I am closing shop?). She came in all giddy and in a loud voice (mind you I was standing in front of her) she say “HI! HOW ARE YOU?!” At first I got scared because my back was to her and then I thought to myself *well fuck, she had to come now as I am closing!?* She has a mouth on her and she can talk for hours without stopping. She asked me how I was, what I am up to, and how a friend of mine in Texas is doing. My friend that moved to Texas used to do laundry in this place and sometimes, the religious lady would be around and talk to us until it was time for all of us to leave. So I updated her with a couple of short words hoping she got the point but she continued on about her life and how she has visited many churches in the NY area. She also mentioned that she learned another language and how St. Anthony helped her. That was my cue to say “oh! I remember you telling me how close you were to him”, which I did but she didn’t stop. She decided to continue about this saint and how great he is as well as that I should pray to him. I was polite but I had to end the conversation by saying “it was nice seeing you! Pass by again!” The pass by again was a big mistake. She paid a visit to me the next night and even brought food for herself since she was “famished.” A customer came to the rescue saying that a dryer was broken so I told her it was nice seeing her once again and I did NOT tell her to pass by again.
Why me?
For a while she had stopped coming and to be honest with all of you, I have thought about her and where she is until one night… she came into the Laundromat as I was closing (what is it with people paying me a visit as I am closing shop?). She came in all giddy and in a loud voice (mind you I was standing in front of her) she say “HI! HOW ARE YOU?!” At first I got scared because my back was to her and then I thought to myself *well fuck, she had to come now as I am closing!?* She has a mouth on her and she can talk for hours without stopping. She asked me how I was, what I am up to, and how a friend of mine in Texas is doing. My friend that moved to Texas used to do laundry in this place and sometimes, the religious lady would be around and talk to us until it was time for all of us to leave. So I updated her with a couple of short words hoping she got the point but she continued on about her life and how she has visited many churches in the NY area. She also mentioned that she learned another language and how St. Anthony helped her. That was my cue to say “oh! I remember you telling me how close you were to him”, which I did but she didn’t stop. She decided to continue about this saint and how great he is as well as that I should pray to him. I was polite but I had to end the conversation by saying “it was nice seeing you! Pass by again!” The pass by again was a big mistake. She paid a visit to me the next night and even brought food for herself since she was “famished.” A customer came to the rescue saying that a dryer was broken so I told her it was nice seeing her once again and I did NOT tell her to pass by again.
Why me?
THE USER
This happened on Wednesday
I hate these kinds of people; you know... the users... the people that always come up to you with a smile smacked on their face and talk in a chipper voice. You can tell them apart from the people that are truly genuine.
We used to have a customer that would come twice a week and sometimes three when the Laundromat first opened. Now, we see this guy two times a year. When I asked him where he disappeared to, he said he goes to another Laundromat. I asked him why he left (due to curiosity) and he said "the other Laundromat is closer and it's cheaper." That is good to know sir; you are now on my list. The list consists of names and faces of people that I think I can be rude to due to the fact that they are either douche bags/bitches/users (most of the time non-customers). This list is more of a game than revenge. Believe it or not, the list is small and stupid people can't be on it only because there isn't enough room for them.
Anywhoots, this guy had the nerve to come up to me with his Pakistan accent asking me let him borrow ten dollars. His voice was so sweet and his smile was so wide. Sadly, there was a frown on my face and a stern voice saying "no". Then he built up another nerve to say "your store owner knows me." To make him feel stupid, I said "I will call the owner and ask him/her myself". That's when his smile went away and in a small not - quite - there - yet shaken voice he said "no, you don't have to"; however, I did not listen to his plea. The owner on speaker said "WHO?! Don't give him money. I don't know who he is" and followed by that I added "you should have continued to come here and not to the other Laundromat. Sorry but your status has been denied." You could say I was a bitch for saying that but laughter suddenly followed as he left the premises. It could have been worse if you really think about it. When he came back to pick up his laundry from the dryer, he started to talk to me and ask me what I have been up to. At that point, I didn't feel like talking and I just wanted to go home. So I kept saying "uh-huh" along with "yeah". He didn't get the hint and continued to talk. That's when I turned around and said "Sir, look... I am busy and I want to go home. Your clothing is finished and I want to lock up. It was nice seeing you and I will see you again when you don't make the cut off time at the other Laundromat." That is when I remembered, THIS GUY GOT ON MY NERVES!
In the past this guy would bring in food and dirty not one but two tables and I would ask him to clean it up or go eat at the restaurant. He would get mad at me and say "I work long hours!" This had happened about 2 or 3 years ago. He would even put his dirty feet in the laundry baskets and I would tell him to remove his feet and he would bite back the same excuse "I'm tired or I work long hours." Eventually my boss said I could kick him out if need be and I did. When he finished his laundry one night I told him to not bother coming back if he can't listen to my rules. He yelled "FUCK YOU!” I can't help but laugh.
I hate these kinds of people; you know... the users... the people that always come up to you with a smile smacked on their face and talk in a chipper voice. You can tell them apart from the people that are truly genuine.
We used to have a customer that would come twice a week and sometimes three when the Laundromat first opened. Now, we see this guy two times a year. When I asked him where he disappeared to, he said he goes to another Laundromat. I asked him why he left (due to curiosity) and he said "the other Laundromat is closer and it's cheaper." That is good to know sir; you are now on my list. The list consists of names and faces of people that I think I can be rude to due to the fact that they are either douche bags/bitches/users (most of the time non-customers). This list is more of a game than revenge. Believe it or not, the list is small and stupid people can't be on it only because there isn't enough room for them.
Anywhoots, this guy had the nerve to come up to me with his Pakistan accent asking me let him borrow ten dollars. His voice was so sweet and his smile was so wide. Sadly, there was a frown on my face and a stern voice saying "no". Then he built up another nerve to say "your store owner knows me." To make him feel stupid, I said "I will call the owner and ask him/her myself". That's when his smile went away and in a small not - quite - there - yet shaken voice he said "no, you don't have to"; however, I did not listen to his plea. The owner on speaker said "WHO?! Don't give him money. I don't know who he is" and followed by that I added "you should have continued to come here and not to the other Laundromat. Sorry but your status has been denied." You could say I was a bitch for saying that but laughter suddenly followed as he left the premises. It could have been worse if you really think about it. When he came back to pick up his laundry from the dryer, he started to talk to me and ask me what I have been up to. At that point, I didn't feel like talking and I just wanted to go home. So I kept saying "uh-huh" along with "yeah". He didn't get the hint and continued to talk. That's when I turned around and said "Sir, look... I am busy and I want to go home. Your clothing is finished and I want to lock up. It was nice seeing you and I will see you again when you don't make the cut off time at the other Laundromat." That is when I remembered, THIS GUY GOT ON MY NERVES!
In the past this guy would bring in food and dirty not one but two tables and I would ask him to clean it up or go eat at the restaurant. He would get mad at me and say "I work long hours!" This had happened about 2 or 3 years ago. He would even put his dirty feet in the laundry baskets and I would tell him to remove his feet and he would bite back the same excuse "I'm tired or I work long hours." Eventually my boss said I could kick him out if need be and I did. When he finished his laundry one night I told him to not bother coming back if he can't listen to my rules. He yelled "FUCK YOU!” I can't help but laugh.
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