Man, I hate people. I really do. But it is this breed of people I can't stand whatsoever: People who just don't give a shit about how their actions might affect others.
*cough*Danielle*cough*
As I was saying (sorry for the comic relief), I had two things piss me off involving these people today. The first was at work, where a customer notified me that we had some expired yogurt still on the shelf. I was thinking "Oh, it's probably one or two that didn't get pulled this morning or yesterday or something, no big deal."
I pulled what had to be at least 20 containers of yogurt (most were the bigger $2.19 containers) off the shelf. How long ago was the date? A week. A solid fucking week. These things sat there from March 8th until now needing to be pulled off the shelf, and NO ONE DID IT. What the fuck?
And of course, my brother, who stocks night-time, has his hand in the mess because he worked dairy all last week. What did he say? "It's not my fault. Daytime is susposed to do that." Wrong, fucktard. If you stock it or block it (blocking means pulling the product to the front to make the shelf look fuller, following the '2 deep 2 high' rule, where you have two containers back to back and containers on top of that, and part of doing dairy at night is blocking), you check the date. You don't "wait for the other guy to do it" because chances are they're waiting on you to do it.
This shit happens all the time. Back in November I pulled some Pasta-Roni that expired in 2003. No joke, a year had gone by and no one pulled it. What did my brother say to that? "So?" What the fuck? Imagine eating that shit without knowing it was expired. Would you enjoy that? Do your fucking job. You get fucking paid to put shit on the shelf as well as take shit off when it goes bad. You are always in a routine at your job. Come in, break down the palletes, stock the shelves and rotate (put newer stuff in the back and older stuff in the front), and you go back and block the store. Part of stocking, rotating, and blocking, is checking the dates so that the oldest is up front and the newest is in the back. In other words, IT IS YOUR FUCKING JOB TO CHECK THE DAMN DATES. People should get written up for this crap, but nothing happens. Watch when I tell my manager and see what happens. No one will get written up, no one will even get talked to. It used to be this kind of crap called for an employee meeting, which gave you a friendly reminder of how to do your fucking job and a rather unfriendly reminder that not doing so will get you written up and potentially fired because they aren't going to put up with your bullshit.
It's called responsibility. I learned that myself because my parents never taught me that. (See the second thing that pissed me off today for an example.) It is your responsibility to make sure that crap is taken down. It sitting there for a week is neglectful, and you not giving two shits about it is being careless. Congratulations, you just achieved the title of asshole.
I may not like my job, but I care about the customer. I understand that they don't want to put up with the shit, and neither do I. I shouldn't have to check the dates on everything I buy, but in reality, that is the best thing you can do. So remember, check the dates on anything reasonably questionable that you buy! This includes milk, eggs (ALWAYS check for cracked eggs), cheese (check for mold), yogurt, mayonnaise, meat, bread (check for mold), deli products, ANY bottled product with safety seals or safety buttons (trust me, those are good indicators when the product is bad, I had liquified moldy jelly I pulled off that had the safety button popped, so they do work!), and maybe a few other things.
And remember that the sell-by may mean it is still good for about a week after said date, but don't always trust it, and don't ever rely on it. Always get a good long dated product, usually they are fresher and of course will last longer. A good store rotates, so check the back if you want a better date. If they're stacked, check towards the bottom. Trust me, it helps! I always do this, and those extra 2-3 days (even 1 day helps) really come in handy sometimes.
Anyways, to piss me off more, the second thing that pissed me off was my parents. As I was driving home, I saw them pull out of the Lizard's Thicket parking lot, obviously because they ate there. When I got home and told them I was hungry (I never 'ask' for food or money anymore, it pisses off my parents or they say something smart like 'you have money from work, spend it'), they told me they had no money.
Bullshit.
Yeah, I'm 18, with a full-time job. I should support myself as much as possible, but this shit has gone on all my life. My parents dug themselves into debt, which limits their money usage. They then spend that money on their debt and mostly themselves. Sure, my mom can get a $200 dress, but I can't get two pairs of $15 jeans, or a $10 shirt, or even $20 pair of shoes sometimes. My aunt bought most of the clothes I wore to school when I was a kid. My parents always lied to us, "We have no money, sorry," and then the next day my brother tells me they went to (insert restaurant name here) and got something for themselves.
Irresponsible: Digging oneself into debt, causing children to suffer because of it.
Neglectful: Using what little money you make to feed your own face and clothe yourself while your kids go without.
Careless: They don't give a rat's ass because they're the ones that benefit from the whole thing. But they still "love" us.
I will never do this to my kids. I'd rather starve than make my kids starve. I'd rather go without buying new clothes if it meant my son could have his old, worn-out jeans replaced by some new ones without holes and scrapes in them. I will postpone my doctor visit if I have to to get my kid to a doctor. I will love and cherish my children, and I'll be damned if they have to suffer because I didn't try to do something. I won't be irresponsible and own 15 credit cards with over $1,000 on each one. When it comes time to pay for my kid's school lunches, I won't take money out of the savings account they had put their own money into. (Yes, that also happened to me.) I won't take money from a returned Christmas present for my kids (my brother and I got an N64 for Christmas and it came with Mario 64, and one of my relatives gave me a second copy of Mario 64) and spend it all on myself (of course that happened to me too, my dad kept the refund money for himself). Plenty more examples, too. It doesn't stop there, oh no, I wasn't ever lucky enough to get off with just THAT shit.
I just don't get how people like that can live with themselves. Living a shitty life because you cause shit to happen to other people and you don't give a shit about it. And yes, I mean living a shitty life, these people are in denial. They have a crappy life, so they make actions that benefit them even at the cost of other people's time, energy and money. They don't care when their crap affects other people, but they sure as hell don't like it when it happens to them. They will deny it, but they are what they hate, and that causes them to hate themselves.
I could spin heads by telling people all of the crap I've been through. A lot of people wouldn't believe it. You have no idea what it is like. I'm sure there's much, much worse conditions that people have grown up in, but still, that doesn't take away from how crappy my life has been up to now (and continuing). And no, it isn't bragging rights. I'm embarrassed as fuck about this, about my parents and having to live under the conditions that I do. Why post it then? Maybe it is self-motivation, so I won't end up like them. Maybe it is a wake up call to assholes that pull this crap. Maybe it is just me ranting on and on about nothing because I'm mad. But whatever the reason, I felt like posting it so it is going up.
I hold great faith in that these people will have much what is coming to them some day. I hate my life pretty bad, but I'll put up with my crappy life just to see the spit fly back in these peoples' faces.
-Kev
