my petpieves of my work
(which i will not disclose cuz it might follow back to me)

me: (knock knock)...'package'
customer: 'what is it?"

me: 'um a box?' (what does it look like? what did you order fool?)

customer: 'can for you to wait for just a minute?' (when it actually turns out to be 10 minutes. and now i'm late.)

customer: 'don't worry, my dog doesn't bite' (but its humping my leg)

kids: 'icecream man, icecream man!' (i'm not the icecream truck)

customer: 'i just have a few boxes' (more like 20 boxes weighting 30 pounds each. ooo, my back)

box with 'fragile' or 'this way up' sticker on it. yeah right, did you pay me more to handle your package more carefully? slip me a 20 and i'll try not put it in the bottom of the pile. by the way, thanks for making the box 50 lbs.

people who can not merge on the freeway with a huge truck. look buddy, either speed up or get behind me. and get off that damn phone.

hearing how other coworkers got xmas gifts from their customers and i only got one card. and my name is misspelled. i just hope my grip is strong enough this year so i won't drop your package....down 3 flights of stairs.

after delivering a whole computer set to an old woman, computer and monitor, up 3 flights of stairs...no i can't set up your computer for you.

making a second attempt of a delivery on the same day (when requested and i'm feeling nice), and then being yelled at because i didn't knock hard enough on the door the first time. look buddy, i'm doing you a favor. next time, come to the station and pick it up (after i kicked it around in my truck for an hour).

well thats all for now cuz its late and i've got to hit the showers. 1 more day till vacation. =)