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good day @ work…busy, productive. and then came time to clock out which is when i found out that a cuntomer(yes, i spelled it that way for a reason) that i helped 4 hours earlier called to bitch about me for 15 minutes. she wanted to let management know that i had helped her check out her groceries, that i saw she was having a problem with the computer, that i greeted her and offered my assistance, that i quickly figured out what went wrong and explained to her why the checkout was doing what it was doing, that i fixed the problem in a timely manner, that i asked her if she needed any further assistance, that i thanked her for shopping and told her to have a nice day in a polite & professional manner. so what was she reeling from that she just HAD to call about 4 fkn hours later, you ask…my tattoos scared her. fkn cunt…
