The Andy Rocco

[Jeez...man]

I guess it's sweet.

My manager Benny is big and fat, usally pleasant, but can be a ball buster. Hair always very neat groom like they did in the fifties and small silver glass. For some reason I thought he was Southern, but he's not.

Anyway, he want to make one of our Kinko's calendar of picture he brought in.
The picture was of him and his wife when they were twenty five, on the the beach. He was really skinny and had long hair, and his wife was a real looker. The picture was taken, and then converted to a button you can pin to your shirt. Old photos are always endearing or interesting to see the change from then to now. The fact that it was converted into button, make more cutesy. Do couples actaully wear these things?
Carlos:Wow, Benny. That's you?
Benny: Yeah, when I was twenty five.
Carlos: What happen?
Carlos begins to laugh and Benny laughs along with him.

Benny: I just got fat. I mean, my wife got fat too. We just got older fat together,

There was something sweet about what he said, although at the time I was I generally disinterested.

-Rocco-

 

[Jeez...man]

The phones

"Thank you for calling Greenwich Kinko's. Where we have the "best price promise." This is Andrew, how may I help you?"

That's what I got to say everytime I pick up the phone.
And we got to pick up the phone on the thrid ring. (This standard isn't always met.) The Greeting is must though. I hate it. Sometimes I find myself, saying the greeting when I'm at home when I answer the phone.

Thing above all that drives me nuts about the greeting is this...

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ring

ME: Thanks for calling Greenwich Kinko's. Where we have the best price promise, this is Andrew. How may I help you?

Random Customer: (laughs) Wow. That's a mouthful.

I KNOW IT IS! CHIRST!

It's kind of like, a guy handing out flyers wearing Banana suit, and going up to him and saying "Wow, so this is your job? That sucks."

Moral of the story. Don't be a dick.



-Rocco-

 

[Jeez...man]

Cookie?

This old woman, who comes in all the time, gave us box of sweets. A big box full of cookies, sweet bread, and little candies.
All of the staff grab something from the box, when the later shift arrive they asked if there was anything left.
"There is some Coo-keys left." said Carlos.
Hamilton made funny of the way Carlos said cookies.
"Shut up, old man! It's my second languge! I don't know it that well. I wouldn't make fun of you if you were learning spanish!" said Carlos.

I think he would, but Hamilton is asshole for making fun of him.

But, then I felt bad, because I make fun Carlos in this journal. So, I'm the bad guy! Then I thought about getting fired for having this journal, then I'm the victim! But Wait! If I get fired, the kinkos chapter in life would be over! I'm the victor! Wait! there more... If I get fired and I try to apply for other shit jobs, I will have to explain why I get got fired and not get hired. Then and never get a shitjob again! I'm the victim...no, wait! I'm the winner! No. Maybe the victim. I don't even know anymore......I need another job.

-Rocco-

 

[Jeez...man]

Update. a Little work story

Your doing this journal again? What happen with Messages away?

Well, I have a question for you. Aren't you suppose to be working?

This kid,(at work) named Mario called a customer an asshole. AWESOME! I love it! I wish I was on that shift. Mario has always been a hard worker, always willing to work longer, always super friendly, but of all sudden he called this customer an asshole.
My brain automatically leap to the conclusion, that the customer was really an asshole. Why else would Mario do it? Obivously the customer complained and the next day he got his way. The work he wanted done was free, and that always seems to help. I did the work, he wanted done, while the customer stood at the counter. He was asshole. Blonde dyed hair and stupid looking. The way he talked. The way he stood. All signs that he was asshole. I felt like he acts like this all the time, not realizing he's being asshole, but does realize he gets free stuff all the time.
He would be in some resturant screaming at a busboy, and the owner would come over and say
"Sir, I'm sorry about the busboy, reaching over you to get your water glass, but the meal is on the house!"

The company wanted Mario to apologize. And Mario refused. Even if he apologize, he would probably would get fired anyway.

THE NUMBER ONE RULE OF RETAIL NEVER FIGHT WITH THE CUSTOMERS

He walked and hasn't been seen since.
My manager said "I guess, Mario had too much pride"

Fuck you. Sometimes that's not bad thing.