Has anybody ever met some of the little ■■■■ warehouse staff, checkers etc outside of their work. You know the ones who take your paperwork then close the hatch and ignore you for hours or think you’re invisible.
the fub:
Has anybody ever met some of the little ■■■■ warehouse staff, checkers etc outside of their work. You know the ones who take your paperwork then close the hatch and ignore you for hours or think you’re invisible.
Yep. Many receptionists in doctors surgeries & hospitals are up there. I’ve witnessed receptionists in A+E blank distressed patients waiting at the window, whilst they finish off whatever they are typing.
Add School secretaries to that list, they’re made in the same mould as doctor’s receptionists.
Best put down ever at the doctors was by my mate’s wife, clever woman with a phd. She doesn’t use the title of doctor because she’s very down to earth.
Receptionist, in a loud voice so everyone could hear " Oh you, what’s your title are you miss or missus?"
My mate’s wife, “Doctor”
the fub:
Has anybody ever met some of the little ■■■■ warehouse staff, checkers etc outside of their work. You know the ones who take your paperwork then close the hatch and ignore you for hours or think you’re invisible.
I think it sad that so many people are brought up (or should that be dragged up) without any comprehension of good manners, politeness, or any basic form of social skill. When on other people’s premises I am always polite and friendly, irrespective of whatever hassle I have endured on the road to actually get there.
Had a slanting match with a bloke from Bakkavor in Bourne last year. He sat behind the window giving it large. Was in Tescos at Bourne this week and he saw me and scuttled off mighty quick. Made me grin.
When I worked at safeway I had a run in with a transport clerk over a gas truck. It got very heated, mostly down to my 21 year old take no ■■■■ attitude, and I had 2 drivers pulling my legs back through the window. By the time I got round and in through the door he had barracaded himself in the back office. I was calmed down by his glamorous assistant, fit little thing called amber, and went on my merry way. He stayed well clear of me after that, staying out the back at around my start time, then a week later I ■■■■■■ up, and got caught with the Mrs in the cab, so he had great delight in sitting in with the tm as I got my marching orders. I looked him in the eyes and said “next time you see me, you’ll be drawing your last breath”. About 7 years later, I was doing a trunk load for sainsbury up to Buntingford, and guess who was at the windows. He went white as a sheet 
the fub:
You know the ones who take your paperwork then close the hatch and ignore you for hours or think you’re invisible.
Or worse… Cough MorrisonsSwanValley 
Agree with Liberty_Guy