Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 8:58 am
I'm minding my own business, eating breakfast at 8am in the staffeteria, when in walks in giant, obviously new agent, complaining at the top of her lungs about her supervisor.
"That big-assed bitch told me that my customer service skills need sharpening and my call-times are too high. If that ugly ho don' step the f back I'm gonna have to knock her out."
She just kept going on and on...I could see that other people in the room were becoming increasingly uncomfortable and I was getting very irritated. Very calmly I said simply, "Please shut up."
She said, "Who do you think you are, man?"
She is so white-skinned that she appears translucent (with blotchy marks all over) but is doing her best to sound like a black girl. And the irony of her calling her supe "big-assed" did not escape me as her own butt looks like two badly parked Volkswagens.
I said, "I am the guy who will be taking your I.D. badge and keycard and escorting you out the door if I hear another word. Now I want you to go and report to your supervisor and tell her everything that happened here, and do it before I go and tell her, if you know what is good for you."
She grabbed her crap and stormed out, and as she did the break room burst into laughter and high-fives. Apparently I was not the only person that was annoyed by this repugnant refugee from the gutter. Suddenly I didn't feel quite as annoyed. Just enough to come back here and post the rant.
"That big-assed bitch told me that my customer service skills need sharpening and my call-times are too high. If that ugly ho don' step the f back I'm gonna have to knock her out."
She just kept going on and on...I could see that other people in the room were becoming increasingly uncomfortable and I was getting very irritated. Very calmly I said simply, "Please shut up."
She said, "Who do you think you are, man?"
She is so white-skinned that she appears translucent (with blotchy marks all over) but is doing her best to sound like a black girl. And the irony of her calling her supe "big-assed" did not escape me as her own butt looks like two badly parked Volkswagens.
I said, "I am the guy who will be taking your I.D. badge and keycard and escorting you out the door if I hear another word. Now I want you to go and report to your supervisor and tell her everything that happened here, and do it before I go and tell her, if you know what is good for you."
She grabbed her crap and stormed out, and as she did the break room burst into laughter and high-fives. Apparently I was not the only person that was annoyed by this repugnant refugee from the gutter. Suddenly I didn't feel quite as annoyed. Just enough to come back here and post the rant.
