Was tooling around and read a teacher_suck up here, and figured I should post my own, so here goes!
This was a very young suck- I was ten at the time.
So, when I was in the fifth grade, I had just started at a new school (military brat). The teachers didn't like me (I came from a better school system, so I was always bored in class) and the students didn't like me (I womped their asses in spelling bees). So, when I got pushed down during gym class, no one really paid attention to me balling my eyes out and complaining I hurt my wrist, until we got back into the classroom.
The teacher, Ms. P, called me a crybaby and told me to stop crying and do my work.
That's right. A grown woman called a ten year old a crybaby. Of course, when I didn't stop crying, some of the students called my a crybaby. I get escorted to the office for being 'a disturbance'.
By this time, I'm BEGGING to go to the nurse. They send me. The nurse huffs and puffs, finally asks me if I want to "bother my mom at work".
And, in the smartest decision I've made in my entire life (so far), I say "yes"
My mom is a hospital corpsman (she patches military people up so they can get sent to the doctor without dying). She gets there, looking a little aggravated, she pauses in the door, takes a look at my wrist *which has swollen to twice it's normal size* grabs me and takes me to the ER.
Military doctor looks at me, says "Yup, looks like your wrist is broken, let's get some x-rays to make sure"
Guess what? He was right. It was broken. I showed up in class with a bandaged wrist and sling, and the teacher doesn't even apologize. She looks at me straight in the eye and says "I hope you can write with your left hand."
I couldn't, but I learned damn fast.
TL;DR: Hurt wrist at school, get called a crybaby by the teacher and students, get sent to office, who sends me to the nurse, who reluctantly calls my mom. Mom takes me to ER, ends up I broke my wrist.
So, I got a letter from a creditor (gah!) the other day saying I owed massive library fees.
Now, I'm not debating this, last time I was at the library was like 2 years ago and I probably DID bring them back late, but it seemed a little steep tome.
So, cue me ringing the library.
Me: Hi, I just got this letter, yadda yadda yaddda, account number, yadda yadda, could you just tell me what the fees are for please?
Lady on Phone: Sure, you have late fees for 8 books, and a $50 manual fee
Me: What's the manual fee for?
Lady on Phone: We have no way of telling.
o.O WHAT? Sorry to break it to ya lady, but I'm not paying for it if you can't tell me what the charge is FOR.
In the Eagle Rock Plaza there's a store called AnimeWorld. They used to have an awesome staff that used to love talking to costomers and helping them out which is what made the place awesome. But then they needed to hire someone to work most of the week because the main staff has school (they're all in college) so they hire some guy in his late 20's and everything seems fine. However this new employee is the worst person when it comes costumer service. He spends the entire day behind the counter watching DVDs on his laptop. When you have a question you have to literally raise your voice to him when you're only a foot away from him. He has an awful attitude and when you ask him for help he gets snippy. One woman politely asked about the figurines behind the glass and he mumbled an answer to her saying those weren't for sale as he walked back to his laptop. And you know what, those figurines WERE for sale. The prices are printed under the stands and are to be checked by the staff when someone wants one. But no, he didn't want to check for her.
Also, the store has a policy of when a costomer asks if you have any more of an item that's not a game card, costume, or behind glass, you check in the back to see if there are any in stock. You do not point to the journal and say "we have the domo-kun one" and then return to your own business. That's not right. I've been to that store so many times that I know they always keep extras of the stationary supplies in the back so they can restock the floors when they need to. And they order in new stocks when they have about 5 left of an item so they're always in stock.
Also one more thing. I applied for the job before him and the manger of the original store told me that when I turned 16, I'd be allowed to take up my job in the summer because she was please with my resume and the staff at the time knows me well. So when I first see this new guy I asked about it (before I knew what he was like) and he panicked and told me I ca'n't work there because they suddenly changed the age and they don't new staff and blah blah blah.
He's the biggest mistake that store ever made.
I make it a point not to need anything when he's working ><
tl;dr- jerk refuses to do his job, treats costomers poorly, and refuses to let me start working because he knows I'll tell the manager how terrible he is at his job.