DrPirate
Posts: 2205
Joined: Apr.-24th-2007
From: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Status: online
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6:30 in the morning, didn't sleep for two days, had to go print out my research. Go to the school print shop, go to print out my 45 pages of research and at about 18-19 pages, the printer runs out of paper. I politely ask the lady there to restock the printer. And you know what the sonofabitch tells me? After 4 months of research and sleepless nights, at the very end of it all, I won't be able to hand in this paper because this whore won't restock the printer? She looked me right in the eye and said: Not my problem, Tough luck pal, I don't take care of the printers here." ....................................... ............... In that moment, if my eyes can kill, they would have burned her alive. I hopped over the counter, picked up whatever I could have found (I found a stapler) and yelled my lungs out. YOU ****ING BITCH, YOU'RE GONNA RESTOCK THE ****ING PAPER IN THAT ****ING PRINTER OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL ****ING BEAT YOU BEHIND THIS COUNTER WHERE YOU ****IN STAND. IF ITS NOT YOUR PROBlEM I'LL ****ING MAKE IT YOUR PROBLEM SO YOUR GONNA ****ING HELP ME WHETHER YOUR BEING PAID TO OR NOT DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME............ .......... Then silence. Then she got out a wad of paper, slowly refilled the printer. and that's it. I then learned the mafia was right. People are unhelpful and will not care about your problems until you threaten them or coerce them violently into making your solution a mutual thing. I don't regret it, I hated that damn print shop lady.
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