Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Working Hard for the Money...

The good thing about my job is that I don't have to deal with retards...well kind of sort of. I work at a hospital, most know where but I'd rather not say. Anygay, I practically get to sit here and talk to a bunch of patients and hang out. It's pretty easy. A retard can do it. Like the Retarded Policeman. The thing is with my past jobs, you tend to deal with morons. I'm not talking about the kind of moron that stands in line at McDonalds for like 7 minutes then when he or she gets up to order, all of a sudden they have a panic attack. "Welcome to McDonalds how can I take your order?" "Oh it's my turn..um....wow...can I um...can I get the number 7?" "Would you like to Super Size that?" "What's Super Size?" "It makes your meal fucking garganuate". I'm talking about the Theme Park morons. Oh yes, I used to work at Raging Waters. For those who don't know, Raging Waters is a water park. Not just any water park, but THE water park in the world. That company thrived on being the best experiance out there, even if it meant having their employees deal with idiots all day long. I used to work as a "Rental Associate". I had to rent out lockers, rent out inner tubes, and I would occasionally run the basketball game in the very front of the parks entrance/exit. The best part had to be the inner tube rental. When you rent a tube, you had to put down a deposit of like $10 bucks so that way if you lost it or ripped it, you don't get it back. The only way to get it your deposit is to bring back a reciept that has your deposit number on it. So what's the obvious thing to do in order to ensure your reciept doesn't get lost or damage? Put it away in your bag or by your towel. Oh, but that's too easy. People would come back literrally for like 8 hours saying "I left my reciept in my pocket, it's all wet/ripped." Um, no doesn't work like that. Then cause people were hot thanks to the so cal sun, they would be even more upset that they don't get their $10 bucks back and demand to speak with a manager. And thank God our 18 year old manager who gets high in the middle of some of the rides at night was there to solve the problem. It's ridiculous. I just wished we had security that would take care of these people...kinda like this guy...

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