Wankers

I was out the back in the stockroom at work last night, trying to clean up the junkyard it’s become over the past three days, when I heard the alarm go off and some bogan (probably drunk) guy half yelling, half complaining, "Let me in!!  Let me in you fucking cunt!"

Now, I’m happy to let people in, but I don’t much like being called a fucking cunt, nor do I like feeling threatened.  I stayed out the back and pretended I wasn’t there.  No fuck you, why the hell would I let you in?  Eventually the alarm went off after ages of them banging on the doors and windows, trying to PRY open the locked door with their hands.  I could see them through the fridge but they couldn’t see me.  It was when the alarm stopped and it went off again that I took the empty boxes I had up to the front.  I saw it was them again.  Yep, just as I expected, a group of about 5 of them, with the one guy being a complete and utter fucking wanker.  He demanded me to open the door. 

I’d had enough.  Had be behaved normally and not like the drunk fuckstick he was, he coulda come in with his mates, but I was there by myself with no-one else around except the cab they had apparently arrived in.  I’m guessing he was needing to use the bathroom.  He tilted the big bin outside the doors as a threat he was gunna tip it over.  Pffft, go for it.  I yelled at him through the glass, "No!  You’re being a complete wanker, FUCK OFF!!!"

He came up to the console area where I now was, and banged on it with his fists really hard.  Yeah, that’s really helping you buddy!!  I picked up the phone and pretended to speak into it lol.  This wasn’t a need for the cops.  I’ve called them enough times and it was Christmas night so I’m sure they had a lot of other shit to deal with.  I just wanted to deter them.  They eventually left me alone, not leaving any damage that I know of.

Thank fuck for that.  I decided to facebook what had happened.  I could see my fingers literally shaking as I was trying to type on the right letters.  I felt kinda proud of myself for not taking any of that moron’s crap.  It crossed my mind again at how I couldn’t believe I yelled at someone to fuck off.

So I can’t write long.  I’ve gotta go back.  Can’t really avoid it just yet.  It’s on my mind that they may try to come back, but I’ve never seen em before and Anne reckons they were too drunk to probably even remember, so I’m not overly worried.  I would never treat a normal customer like that.  In fact I think I give pretty good customer service.

I did hit the gym pretty hard after though, although I must have been tired cos the weights were a real struggle.  I did them though.

I’ll probably edit some Christmas photos later, just don’t have time right now.