I Hate Canadians! Part DUHHH!

Oh my fucking god! And it continues...

So I get to work at 4, and I'm scheduled to work Guest Service, so I was up there for a few minutes and Karen came and got me because a bus was at Food Ave. A bus FULL of Canadians! Oh joy! So I head on over there, and was there for the better part of the next 2 hours. Shortly after the first bus full of asswipes left, yet another pulled up. I wanted to shoot myself/everyone there.

Here goes:
For some God damn reason, about 80% of them order hot dogs. What the fuck is so special about hot dogs from a Target snack bar, I'll never know. Anyways, this old lady gets one and comes back up a few seconds later. She tells us there was something wrong. We looked, and she had poured the Mountain Dew Icee all over her hot dog. Why? She thought it was "mustard." Ok, there were 4 people over there helping out and we all burst out into laughter. How dumb can you be!? My God, do you need me to tell you where to wipe after you shit too?

Well, besides being dumb, they are EXTREMELY rude. It's even worse in Food Ave. Where to begin?

Okay, when they walk up they ask the dumbest questions. What do you have to drink? Besides the 10 foot wall of what we fucking carry, gee I don't fucking know! I looked at the guy like he was retarded. Also when they order, they still haven't made up their minds. What comes with this? How much is that? It's all on the fucking board!!! See the picture of the hot dog and drink, so a fucking hot dog and a fucking drink come with it, do you not understand pictures!? They also have shitloads of change that they take their precious time counting out. Nevermind the 25 people behind you, take your sweet fucking time counting out pennies, ass. Then they all yell at you because they can't hear you because your busmates are talking to them still deciding what to get.

There was this group of women that told me their bus was leaving in 2 minutes, so I better hurry up. Excuse me? Maybe quit shifting the damn responsibility onto me. You knew the bus was leaving, and you have to get on it, so you should leave enough time to get food and eat before getting on the bus. Don't think your smartass comments are going to inspire me to help you. Personally, I'd like to see you miss the bus and yell at me, so I could really tell you how I feel about you. It's not like you told me before you ordered, or after it was taking a while, you decided to tell me right after you ordered. Well fuck you.

So after they order, I gave them their change and told them their order number, and told them we would call them when it was ready. Well, apparently they only fucking heard about their change because it was ANNOYING. As soon as they were done ordering, they walked over 2 steps to where you pick up stuff, and expected it to be done. Yeah ok, your cheeseburgers and fries are done in the 3 seconds. It's Target, we have to make everything as ordered...it will take a while, sit the fuck down. We were freaking out on them telling them to sit down, but some refused and kept asking about their order. In a bus of 50, yours isn't going to be ready right away. Well, when someone's was done, the people standing there kept asking if it was theirs. NO, YOU JUST FUCKING ORDERED, SIT DOWN! So we got most of them to sit down, and so when the food was actually ready we called the order number and what it was comprised of. A few didn't come up for a few minutes. Yes, the very same people who were bitching about where theirs was, were now sitting on their thumbs being stupid. Then when they did come up, they asked us 10 times if it was theirs. We asked what they ordered, and clearly that was the food sitting in front of them. A friend I was working with was yelling yes and shoving food at them.

But the worst was when they left. No, I was elated when they left, but they left ALL their fucking garbage on the fucking tables. Okay, once again it's a snack bar, not a full service restaurant, and if it is, I expect a fucking tip. There are 3 garbages by the 2 exits, and 2 garbages by the pop/condiments. Don't fucking tell me you can't clean up after yourself. It is so disgusting cleaning up half-eaten food that was ate by someone else. And of course, as I was cleaning it up, I made it known to everyone sitting around there that it was disgusting, hoping they would get the hint. They didn't, but then again they are Canadian. I also hear from some of my friends at real restaurants that Canadians don't tip. I would probably kill them if I didn't get a tip.

Well, as you can fucking see from my 2 hours of being over there, I accumulated this whole post of hatred.

Passports for US entry January 2008!

I Hate Canadians!

I hate to say it, but it's true. Some days you get SO agitated and it can get unbearable. Some Canadians that come down are nice, but a vast majority are rude/annoying/dumb or any combination of the three. So today, well technically yesterday, I was a breaker and had an all out argument with a Canadian. She was buying a $300 sewing machine and it had a coupon on it for a free $20 giftcard. She starts bitching out of nowhere that she wants to use it towards the sewing machine. We're not supposed to do that, it is possible with a little trickery but I'd get chewed out in a heartbeat. Anyways, after I tell her she can't a few times, she keeps insisting. Then she asks when it would expire. I told her that our giftcards never expire...NEVER. Well, she asks that if she comes back in 3 months if it would be expired. Did you not fucking hear me!? NO, IT DOESN'T EXPIRE! She said, "I bet you it will." NO IT WON'T! "Can't I just use it on the sewing machine?" NO! What the fuck is so hard to understand!?

Then I was putting carts away, and this Canadian who just walked in the door asked if we sold Bush's baked beans. They LOVE them for some reason, we almost always sell out every weekend. I tell her that we do carry them, and she tells me...TELLS me, to go get her a case of them. I just pointed to where they were and walked away. Sorry I'm not your personal shopper. And the least you could do is ask nicely, not tell me to.

Sara saw a Canadian woman eating a bag of M&M's and then put the empty bag down. Sara went over there and asked her if that bag was hers.
Canadian: "No, it's not mine."
Sara said, "I just saw you eating it."
Canadian: "So?"
Sara: "Well, are you going to pay for it?"
Canadian: "No."
Then Sara walked away and told our Assets Protection team, but she had left by the time they were notified. That would have been awesome if she got slapped a restitution all for a 53 cent item. But honestly who the fuck does that?

And they always have to have separate transactions. It fucking annoys the hell outta me. It gets old real damn quick because it slows the whole line down.

And then they talk in French to try to hide their conversation from you. Oh you're so damn cool. One group of Canadians went through a cashier's lane saying in French how ugly the cashier's hair was...the cashier speaks French and totally understood everything they said.

When the fucktards come down here, they think they are god's gift to the Earth. They treat us like shit, and trash talk us all the time. One Canadian said to a cashier, "I'm not coming down here anymore, you Americans are all fat." First of all, no, and second of all, what a great reason to stop going somewhere. Hell, any reason to get you to stay in your own god forsaken country is A-OK with me.

The TMs at my store are all rooting for passports at the border because it would cut down on the idiots coming down DRASTICALLY. That would be awesome!

Target-Sucks is Back!

Sort of. Ok, not really, but a few boards have been created in it's place. For all you who were at the now absent Target-Sucks forum, you can check out these two:

The Bullseye:
http://s3.phpbbforfree.com/forums/index.php?mforum=thebullseye

Or

Return of the Target Sucks:
http://targetsucks.elevation24.com/forum/index.php

If you see this, spread the word to other people that were registered. Enjoy!

Oh My God!

So I'm in complete withdrawal because they took Target-sucks.com down. I was so damn addicted to posting there, but now it's gone and I can't find another board to post on. I love reading to see how things are going for other people, and bitching about how it goes for me.

Well, I suppose it's back to bitching on here. I get to work tonight, so I'm sure I'll have some stories.

The Round-Up:
-A Canadian wanted to return something he bought 6 months ago, a full 3 months after the receipt EXPIRED. His excuse: "I don't get UP here often." First of all, in relation to Canada, you would come DOWN here, not up. Second of all, it's the same policy for everyone. Live with it.

-One of the cashiers went into seizure mode, and I called 911. Well, I got bitched out because I didn't say Code Green (for an accident) first. What the fuck ever. Don't get mad at me just because it took you forever to get to the lane. The cashier is fine and that's all that matters.

I'm beginning to really hate working. On days that I cashier I'm almost always a little late because I just don't care anymore.