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25 November 2008 @ 12:33 pm

I try to keep up with the show Female Forces...
I am watching it right now and this woman has been pulled over FOUR TIMES for not restraining her child.
She says they mean to get a bigger car soon.

I would think that if I can't afford to get a bigger car...I wouldn't have more kids because I know SOMEONE'S safety is going to be jeapordized...

::shakes head::

 
 
03 June 2008 @ 02:00 am
The family that just moved in next to me has at least two young (pre 8 y/o) children, and possibly one teenager (might be a well aged mother). Given that, it's a one bedroom apartment, whose occupancy should not legally exceed three. This is beside the point.

I work nights, and I give others the courtesy of being quiet at night, even though it's the middle of the day for me. I wear ear plugs, rather good ones (rated to 32db) because I'm a light sleeper that has to sleep during the day. My new neighbors know full well that I sleep during the day. I made a trip over, welcomed them with white fudge chip cookies and a macadamia nut crust almond butter pie. A real masterpiece. I made one for myself and savored it for a week and a half. Anyway. I've been very hospitable at least to the male head of household, that's all I'm saying.

But twice now I've been woken up by the sound of a ball bouncing off the wall next to my bed in the dead of morning. I share a wall with them bedroom to bedroom. I know the adult(s) aren't doing it, and it's pissing me off.

And hell, I like them too. Nice people. But apparently they (whoever is in charge) don't have a fucking clue how to manage their kids, or for some reason can't do so when I'm sleeping.
 
 
Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
 
 
30 September 2007 @ 03:08 am
I'm ready to burn down the house next to me. The landlord keeps renting it to crackwhores with at least three children, and I'm so sick of hearing children crying. Everytime I go out back to let my dogs out, I see the skeezy father laying on the couch in front of the window, watching me, totally ignoring the toddler in the background crying for his mother. Depresses me so bad I feel sick. DFS never comes out when I call them. I'm really just hoping that the place burns down soon. I don't know how many neglectful assholes I can take.
 
 
Current Mood: anxiousanxious
 
 
23 July 2007 @ 06:56 pm
I worked with the Salvation Army for 18 months, when I was in my early teens. Before then, I'd complain about my parents.

We had a family come in [mother, sister, seven kids between them. Dad was normally going through our skip out the back] every day. Without fail. They normally had a double pushchair with them, as well as all the kids wearing backpacks.

It took me three months to twig that they were stealing vast ammounts of stuff from us by filling the kids pockets and backpacks with clothes and hiding ornaments and crockery in the pushchair. Turned out the sister's husband ran a market stall, with stuff they'd stolen from us.

When they were pregnant [which to be honest, was most of the time] they also used to pad the bump out with clothing and smuggle it out that way.

Anyone wanna put any bets on what the kids are gonna turn out like? When your parents raise you stealing second-hand designer clothes from a charity, you're pretty much doomed if you ask me.
 
 
01 May 2007 @ 12:09 pm
Today, one of the talk shows that are usually not worth watching is pertinent to us here. Montel Williams' subject today is "Mommy Wars" and takes a look at several issues facing parents and especially mothers today, including the stay-at-home vs. work issue, breast vs. bottle, and many other different parenting methods.

While he only just barely touches base on many of the subjects discussed, I'm glad to see this, and while I may not personally agree with some of the methods these people fight for, the fact that these people feel anything at all toward their children aside from apathy is somewhat encouraging.
 
 
Current Mood: calmcalm
 
 
 
28 March 2007 @ 11:00 pm
Q: Every Holiday a woman I know "hits" local charities for extra gifts for her kid. She and her husband have plenty of money and the boy has every toy imaginable. She says, "They are just giving them away anyway." She also takes clothes and food baskets that some people really need. What should I say or do?

- A Giver Not A Taker

A: Dear Giver,

Don't bother trying to educate a vulture. If she can't see how hideous her behavior is, she's too far gone. So just stop her. Report her to the charities involved. On behalf of those who truely need a helping hand, thank you.


If this is how the mother is I pity the kid. He's gonna grow up thinking he's entitled to everything in the world. I've had some entitlement-moments myself from time-to-time but even I know that the world doesn't revolve around me. And selfish as I can be at times I would never pull that kind of crap!
 
 
Current Mood: angryangry
 
 
26 March 2007 @ 02:52 am
He's a distant relative whom I've never had the displeasure of meeting, but from what his grandmother said, he is a real terror. His mother gives him the run of the house and buys him what he wants, and she never punishes him for a single thing. He has pissed in the fridge and crapped in the bathtub, and done lots of other gross things, and his vocabulary would make a sailor blush. And he's maybe ten years old now.

The house is in complete disarray, with trash and laundry strewn around the place and dirty dishes from months back piled up in the sink. Of the three kids this woman had, the eldest is the king, as is the youngest, while the middle son is the whipping boy and pretty much the only one held accountable for his actions. The biological father of the two younger boys has divorced the mother because he was tired of her abusing him, though he still wanted to be involved in the boys' lives, and he paid child support possibly out of the goodness of his heart.

Right now I fear for the future of the youngest child because when he grows up everything is going to crash down on him. He won't know how to deal with disappointments or people disliking him for his actions, all because Mummy thought that treating him like a total prince would make him grow up to be a better person.

Have you ever seen a similar family situation? And is there ANY hope for the youngest boy?
 
 
18 December 2006 @ 01:55 pm
Ok, I was in a coffee shop on Sun when my peaceful conversation was interrupted by the harsh piercing scream of a toddler. Being drawn to the noise I of course look over, and guess what I see? Some munchkin, strapped into his stroller with NO adult in sight. For about 5 Minutes this continues until mom finally comes back with her precious cuppa joe. I just can't understand it. Yes I know you were still in the building, but really. I can't imagine leaving a toddler out my or someone I trusts sight.
 
 
08 November 2006 @ 10:25 am
You know, I was happy to see parents bringing their kids with them to the polls. I'm all for teaching the youth about how our system works.

But if you do bring them try to be intelligent about it. Pay attention, interact with your child, bring something for them to entertain themselves with. One mother was standing around in blissful ignorance chatting with her friend and ignoring her young son who was running around, bothering people at the voting machines and them mommy had the nerve to get huffy when someone asked her to watch her own kid.
 
 
04 October 2006 @ 05:21 pm
I worked in a pet shop for a while and in May of '01 (just after I started there) I began to notice that a man (he looked more like a monkey tho, a real dead beat dad!) would drop around around 10am, demand that we start opening at 9am, get huffy and show his daughter the animals and sneak out quietly leaving the kid behind.

This went on for months and it was always the same...

The daughter had ADD, she was about 7 or 8 years old and she'd run around the pet shop like a looney!!!

I'd ask her where her dad went and she'd be so excited about the animals that I couldn't get a straight answer. One day I did... ;_; (this was sometime around September)

The Cast:
Me: Your uber friendly pet store Furby
*blah*: My thoughts
A: Small abandoned girl

Me: Where's your daddy?
A: Pub *bunny BUNNY!!! WANT WANT!!!!* I have ADD but my daddy says the pills are evil so I don't take them
Me: What happen to your pills?
A: My daddy sells them and buys different pills for him and mommy
Me: *Oh fuck! I never thought I'd have to deal with this!* Where do you live?
A: *Gives addy, runs around for a bit screaming her head off*
Me: What class are you in?
A: Daddy says school is useless so I don't go
Me: *Ah fuck it all to hell! Damn it! I'm gonna have to do something about this, this just isn't right*
I don't do much else with her except call social services and wait for her dad to return at 6pm when he promptly screams at me for not closing later and not being open on Sundays (This was Saturday night and SS wouldn't get the message till Monday morning

I yell at the dad for a bit and explain that we are *not* a babysitting service, we are a business. He flips me off and leaves but not before telling me exactly what he thinks my job is

On Monday morning he drops her off again. It was my day off but I decided to come in for this one. SS shows up and takes the girl away at around 5.30 that day, they wait for the dad to show up and the cops show up to arrest him.

He'd been selling her meds for about 4 years and buying booze and drugs instead. She was rarely fed, always dragged into the pub as soon as my store closed and had NEVER been to school. She always showed up with new bruises and for all we knew he probably did more to her than beat her!

I hear he and the mom are in prison now.
They should have castrated them... fuckers!

This is why I'm not planning on kids, if I should change my mind about this I'm not going to treat them worse than the animals in the store! I really hope she's ok now and being cared for properly. I hope her parents never get her back! That poor child deserves a good life
 
 
Current Location: My Flat
Current Mood: distressedDisgusted
Current Music: My name is Earl on DVD
 
 
 
01 October 2006 @ 01:11 am
I work at a store that sells lots of things for your body, to pamper you and make you feel and yes, smell good. So today, I was stocking the antibacterial wall and a woman with her three kids comes in. Being at this job all day you don't notice smells unless they are overpowering. So I am honestly not a judger, but it was literally unpleasant to be around them.

Normally I work around customers, but these literally took over the wall, so I was helping my manager move a table. When I got back, I noticed the tester to the cleansing raspberry gel was missing. Since it was the only one we had, I went to see if it had accidentally been rung up, but they had only bought three things. I again returned to my wall, and half ot the line of moisturizing raspberry gel that had JUST been there was gone. Gee, I wonder where it had gone? I was furious. I still am.
 
 
20 August 2006 @ 12:55 pm
Ok my baby is about 1 month and a 5-days-olds.
I go out with my Mom to dinner,the store,etc,etc since I only have one car and my husband uses it for work.
I believe in babyproofing everything but my Mother doesn't which explains how I got into everything when she would sleep late.
I'm shocked that I didn't get poisoned or anything.
So I tell her that I want to baby proof her house and she tells me its not worth it. She then tells me that she will take all the cleaning products and put them up in the cover. That still doesn't cut it because alot of other things are gross and there is a pest problem.
When we go out to eat it is another problem.
We went to the Olive Garden and I had to lug my diaperbag and my daughter to the bathroom to change her. My Mom comments with "How about you change her here?" I spaz out for a second and say "No!". Just think your eating your soup,salad and breadsticks and you see someone changing there child in a dinner booth right infront of you. What the hell do you do with the diaper? I sure wasn't going to walk to the bathroom with the diaper in my hand while people look at me to throw it away AND its gross to change a diaper at a dinner table where people eat.
FASTFORWARD: to another dinner at luby's. I had my daughter in the carrier as we were getting our table. Now as everyone says the floor is the safes area to put the carrier when not on the go. My Mother tells me "lets put her on the table." Once again I spaz out and mention that you eat from the table and the bottom or the carseat is DIRTY! Then another comment comes in "Lets put her in the chair". I have to explain to my Mother that it is unstable and it would have a risk of falling. This makes me think "God,I hope she didn't drop me on my head." followed by "Or did she?"
 
 
21 July 2006 @ 08:03 pm
Just found this community and can I say halluhah?

I work in a pharmacy and you will not believe the things parents do.

In the last year:

2 people changed babies on my check-out counter. In a pharmacy. Which is supposed to be as sterile as possible. Then they got all pissy when I most pointedly scrubbed down the counter with a heavy rubber alcohol/water mixture, while wearing surgical gloves. I would have had a face mask too, but we didn't have any available back there. Pooh.

Countless people allow their kids to open up the toy containers in the toy aisle, play with them in the waiting room and then dump the toys back in the toy aisle, now completely unsaleable.

My week isn't complete until a patient allows their screaming, wailing hell-spawn to shoot up and down the store, screaming like its being tortured with red-hot pokers (Don't I wish) while watching their puppy get put to sleep.

We get sick kids. I understand that, we're a pharmacy. Shit, or more specifically, vomit, happens. However, do not say "Can I have a garbage can?" then lift your kid up on the counter where he can spew a molten stream of half-masticated food all over the counter and floor. AND THEN FUCKING LAUGH ABOUT IT! DIE!
 
 
20 July 2006 @ 05:49 pm
Comments/questions/requests/death threats?
 
 
20 July 2006 @ 01:35 am
Have I got the perfect story for you!

I work at Chuck E. Cheese's as a cashier. We have a system called Kid Check were we great you, issue the kids and their gaurdians a stamp, and observe the entrance for wandering kids or inspect stamps to make sure the same person that brought your kid in is the same one taking them out. My girlfriend was on kidcheck when this happened and I could not get over it.

A man walks in with his four daughters at 11:30 or so, from about 4 years old to 10 years old and I hear him tell his kids that he'll be back at one. Before I have a chance to tell my girlfriend what I heard, she's let the man out the door, assuming, like what's usually the case, that's he's running out to his car or something. Right. So he's gone. Later the kids are hovering by Kid Check waiting for their parents. B, my girlfriend, and I have already talked to A, our manager, and she looks like she could kill the man. She tells B that wenever the man comes back, make sure all their stamps line up and if she can, to grab A before they leave. When he comes in around 1:15, he shoves his hand in B's face and tells her to hurry up 'cause he's in a rush. He snatches his kids and hauls them away.

WTF. There is a sign posted right outside the entrance that says children are NOT to be unattended here. Just because we're a child friendly place does not mean we are babysitters. That is just digusting...
 
 
 
Gather round as I say a tale of stupidity and bad parenting that the likes of which has never been seen! Hear the woe of an ex-arcade monkey from Spring Breaks past.

Hurrah!!

The saga begins: http://community.livejournal.com/customers_suck/9927632.html

The sister of OCL: http://community.livejournal.com/customers_suck/9951509.html

The final chapter: http://chokatobuttrfly.livejournal.com/304395.html#cutid1

Other than her coming into Olive Garden when I worked there, I hadn't seen her since. (The most she did was ask if we had any orange flavored drinks in a very pissy voice to another server when I walked by..)

Apparently the kids were taken away and given to their grandmother/grandma. They are all very healthy looking now and I haven't seen them in a long time, so i think they moved out of state. Lucky bastards.
 
 
Current Location: in pain >_<
Current Mood: sleepyshould be sleeping
Current Music: Boy Meets World
 
 
20 July 2006 @ 01:28 am
I'm so lucky to live in Kentucky, where the majority of parents scream at their kids in public, slap them in public, and think that the one and only goof form of punishment that exists is spanking. :|

PS. I'm a proponent of spanking, but not out of anger, not over-the-top, and NOT as your sole form of punishment. Seriously, don't be so one-dimensional!

I don't know if this constitutes as bad parenting exactly, but it annoys me. :P
 
 
Current Music: Comedy Central Presents - Dat Phan
 
 
19 July 2006 @ 11:32 pm
A few rather petty "customers_suck" related claims:

To the parents who bank with the small community bank I am a peon at:

Yes, I have lolipops there. Yes, I know your kid(s) LOOOOOOVE lolipops. I demanded lolipops every time I went to the bank when I was little, and since my mom WORKED at said bank, this was fairly often.

That being said, DO NOT LET YOUR CHILDREN TAKE FOUR OR FIVE LOLIPOPS AT A TIME!!!

I KNOW you see it, because you are STANDING RIGHT THERE. You SMILE INDULGANTLY while your little spunkmonkey grabs a handful of lolipops and then turns to you proudly and shows you how many they took. If I had tried that when I was little, I would have left the bank with NO lolipops!

And do NOT give me a dirty look when I say "Please take only one" to your precious crotchdropping. You know what? YOU should be saying that, not me. It is parents like YOU who are the reason our children are obese entitlement brats who grow into even MORE obese entitlement bitches and bastards. The child gets ONE lolipop. No, I will NOT let him take five. ONE KID, ONE CANDY.

Also, these are YOUR FUCKING OFFSPRING! YOU brought them into this world, YOU are responsible for them, and I WILL NOT WATCH THEM WHILE YOU TALK TO A FINANCIAL SALES ASSOCIATE! Do NOT leave them sitting alone in the lounge while you do your banking. Do NOT tell me that you're "too busy" to watch them when I herd some little shrieking terror who's been tear-assing around the lobby into the cubicle with you. My job is to answer the phone and help customers. NOT TO BABYSIT. That is a different job altogether, and I only do it for coworkers and church members whose kids I know and like, both groups of which PAY me for it. You're not, I won't. Either teach them how to BEHAVE in public, or keep the spunkmonkeys with you.

And to the lady who demanded that I change the channel because her kids didn't like the cartoon that was on at the time: FUCK YOU. I get three choices as to what plays on the TV: my choice of 8 different news channels that depress ME because of what's going on in the world right now, 8 of those channels that just play music, and the Cartoon Network. Which I can't change the channel from because the bank president said that that's what stays on the screen, and if I do change it, it's a pain in the ass to get back because the tech guy has to come upstairs and do it manually from the back room and he has better things to do. So no. Your kids are NOT the most important people in the world. Either teach them to deal with it, or mean nasty people who don't really like kids at all like ME are going to teach them - the hard mean nasty way.
 
 
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
 
 
19 July 2006 @ 03:37 pm
I've been trying to float things around in my mind as to what exactly this community is. I think, personally, that it can/should be a companion to customers_suck, and mind, I did want a few different names, but I think this works.

Posting and reading CS gave me the idea for this community because simply, there are a lot of really awful parents out there. This is a place, by and large, for people to post examples of bad parenting they see, discuss philosophies of parenting in general, debate philosophical pros and cons, and gripe about the general mental defeciency of just plain poor parents.

So to get the old ball rolling (since there aren't many of us yet), what exactly to you constitutes a good parent?

[edit] Also, if there's something you think needs to be added/modified to the user-info of the community, feel free to comment here on that too.