A work rant

seun said:

True. It's been a long time but I can probably still deal with the great unwashed (bastards to a man). What gets up my arse is not being paid the same as 'real' frontline staff.

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You could always pull a pile of books down on yourself and get hurt...

seun said:

What a way to go. Buried alive under the local studies section.

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Don't KILL yourself, dumbass. Just enough pain to warrant a disability claim.

(Disclaimer: No I really don't condone such things, but sometimes douchebaggery must be fought with douchebaggery...)

seun said:

I could drop a few big books on my foot. Those Stamps of the World volume are some big ass books.

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Just grab the whole Twilight series and drop the stack on your foot. Should put you out of commission (on their dime) for a while.

Read the books. That'd have more of an effect. You'd be a slavering basket-case for months and mentals get loads of £££ in disability.

seun said:

I'd use them if we could keep them in the building for longer than a minute. Damn those thirteen year old girls and their love for an oh so dreamy vampire.

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Well, next time someone goes to check one out...

Grab the book.
Scream "NO! YOU CAN'T HAVE IT! EDWARD IS MINE! EDWARD, I'LL PROVE HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU!"
Start slamming the book on your hand repeatedly.
Collect disability, etc., and be sternly instructed never to be within 10 feet of a customer again. Ever.