Right now, I work in the mailroom/copycenter for this one company. The people we deal with for the most part are cool but there are some exceptions.
This cute eurasian chick came down a while back looking for a package. We didn't see it in our room so we asked the dude who delivered the mail the day before (our normal delivery guy was off that day). He tells the lady he's looking into it and she just walks off. Dude leaves then soon gets back and says her package is right on her desk.
Ol' girl finally comes back still asking about the package. Dude tells her he literally just went up there and it's on her desk. The bimbo still confused, continues asking about that damn package. Again, we all tell her it's on her desk and eventually she leaves again.
Yesterday, she comes down trying to send these packages out. She asks for my help in taping these two skinny boxes together. I started taping it and she stops me.
Her: Is that how you're gonna tape it?
Me: Yeah
She then proceeds to borrow some tape so she can take the shyt back to her desk and tape it herself. I'm thinking to myself like "why the fukk did you even ask for my help in the first place".
After a while she finally returns with the box taped up (the exact way I was gonna do it
).
Her: Do you think this is okay to be sent out? I don't want it to get damaged during transit.
Me: *inspects package* Yes. It's taped up pretty good. Shouldn't be a problem.
Her: Could you please have someone else check it. I just want to be sure.
Me: Again, it's perfectly fine but I guess I can have someone else check it.
Her:
I call over a co-worker who says it's fine the way it is.
The chick eventually agrees and after she leaves, me and my co-worker both look at each other like