I work at a deli and there's a little bell for customers to ring if I'm busy and I don't see them. About 50% of the customers just keep slapping the bell until I come over to them. It's such a stupid thing to get pissed about but for some reason it invokes a primal rage within me. I can hear the first ring, you don't need to keep hitting it. But nooo, Mr. Johnny Dumbfuck has to make sure the whole store knows he needs salami.
The deli I work at is extremely understaffed and I have to fry chicken, bake chicken, cook rotisserie chicken, slice meats and cheeses, clean all the dishes and the slicer, stock shelves, prepare the chicken for tomorrow, and run the bakery and meat counter next me. I work 5 to 6 days a week. So I'm already tired, the last thing I wanna hear is the fucking bell.