Now that the Christmas rush has begun we're getting a lot of overseas cards. For some reason, customers can't hand me a batch of cards and let me get on with stamping them up. Naah, that would be easy, quick and not nearly insulting enough. It's especially true with old people that they can only hand foreign cards to me one at a time while telling me where they're destined for. Even after I ask them to hand them all over in one go, they just can't resist passing them singly, "this one's for France. So's this one. And this one. And this one."
I CAN FUCKING WELL READ YOU KNOW!!!!!!!! IT'S KIND OF NECESSARY IN THIS FUCKING JOB!!!!!!!!!
MORON!!!!!
Why they expect me to take a card from them, turn around, weigh it, stamp it, turn back, take another one, turn around, weigh it etc etc for each card I really don't know. It's a little bit quicker to do the lot in one go. It's really starting to get right on my tits. Especially when there's a big fucking queue and they've got a big fucking pile of mail. Hrrrmmmggghh!! Tossers.
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