Alexander_0_1
"Roads, where we're going we don't need roads"
Morning guys
I've been expecting parcels of RC goodness since monday, so I go to check the tracking numbers from my iPad and again 2 of my packages have come to Edmonton Alberta, and left Edmonton, but are they making their way to me...nope! One went back to Calgary Alberta, and another went to Mississauga Ontario, both for further processing. Now I wouldn't be so mad but this is the second time my stuff from RPP was sent to Mississauga.
Sometimes I think Edmonton deliberately hires the incompetent of the world...
An example:
I'm in HMV (music store) standing in line while this giant kid (...you know the kind 30+, wearing cut-off jeans that look like flood pants, greasy face, star wars shirt 2 sizes too small, still in sandal in december) tries to figure out how to charge me sales tax, and even though he had the till computer rite front of his big head, he still couldn't add 5% to the total sale. It took me all of 10-15 seconds to do the division, and addition in my head, and when I gave him my total, and he was all "did you do that in your head, you should have my job". I wanted to laugh out loud, and tell him I wasn't impressed with his mathematical skills (...I expect more from a city education, than the rural one I had growing up), but who's the real loser, even though he was dumb as a post, he was still clever enough not to find a job that makes him work outside in the winter.
I've been expecting parcels of RC goodness since monday, so I go to check the tracking numbers from my iPad and again 2 of my packages have come to Edmonton Alberta, and left Edmonton, but are they making their way to me...nope! One went back to Calgary Alberta, and another went to Mississauga Ontario, both for further processing. Now I wouldn't be so mad but this is the second time my stuff from RPP was sent to Mississauga.
Sometimes I think Edmonton deliberately hires the incompetent of the world...
An example:
I'm in HMV (music store) standing in line while this giant kid (...you know the kind 30+, wearing cut-off jeans that look like flood pants, greasy face, star wars shirt 2 sizes too small, still in sandal in december) tries to figure out how to charge me sales tax, and even though he had the till computer rite front of his big head, he still couldn't add 5% to the total sale. It took me all of 10-15 seconds to do the division, and addition in my head, and when I gave him my total, and he was all "did you do that in your head, you should have my job". I wanted to laugh out loud, and tell him I wasn't impressed with his mathematical skills (...I expect more from a city education, than the rural one I had growing up), but who's the real loser, even though he was dumb as a post, he was still clever enough not to find a job that makes him work outside in the winter.
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