It's Getting Hot in Here

Yesterday the air conditioning was out at the store. This wouldn't be so bad normally, but it's been 90°+ outside lately.

I like the heat, but not when I have to stand still in it. We had the front doors open and fans blowing, but it just wasn't cooling down enough.

And to make it worse, I had to hear about it from every customer that we didn't have air conditioning.

No shit, Sherlock.

I swear people like rubbing things in our faces. We had to hear about how we had no air, about how it sucked to be us, laughing that we were cheap and trying to save money, and the list goes on. I must have heard "Why is it so hot in here?!?" over 100 times today.

After awhile I started to zone out and I guess I was staring out the window, because a customer came up to me and asked if I was out of it. Once I came out of my heat-induced stupor, I told her that I was probably daydreaming that I was anywhere but here. I have no idea why I was staring out the window. I think I blacked out for a few minutes because even my brain was sweating.

Word of advice: If you notice that something is not normal in a store you come into every day, don't make it worse on the cashier and laugh at them for their current misfortune. I'm sure they notice the sweat stains under their armpits and the way their hair is frizzing up from the humidity. You don't need to point it out.

I remember every single one of you today that thought it was funny that we had no air. Just wait, I'll get you back. Next time I see you I'll drip sweat onto everything you buy.

Finally - Part 3 of my Shitty Weekend

I'm ringing up someone on Sunday and I see this regular customer over by the coffee counter. He put doughnuts in a bag and I catch him intently watching me while I ring up another customer.

I notice that as soon as I turn my head away from the guy at the coffee counter, he starts shoving things into the doughnut bag. I look at him and he stops. I turn away and he throws more things in his bag. Soon he comes up to the counter. This oughta be good.

He tells me he has 1 doughnut, even though the bag is about to break open.

I tell him that he has to pay for whatever else is in the bag. He opens it up and takes out three of those little flavored coffee creamer packets. We normally let customers have those for free if they want just a few. But not this guy.

The whole time he's had the bag clutched to his body and won't let me look in it.
I tell him to keep taking stuff out of the bag.

He then ends up taking everything out of the bag, which was one doughnut plus 17 of those coffee creamer packets. 17? Really?

I made him pay for every one of those things. Mostly because of the way he was trying to shove them in his bag and hiding them from me.

If you ever wonder why stores hardly have any coffee creamer packets, it's because they don't want to put a lot of them out because PEOPLE TAKE 17 OF THEM AT A TIME.

They are meant to be used in the coffee you are currently buying in the store. Not the coffee you will be drinking for the rest of the month.

I wish people would stop abusing this shit. No wonder prices on everything are so freaking high.

I was glad when the weekend was over. Hopefully this weekend will be better, but I doubt it. Customers are shittier on the weekends.

Part 2 of my Shitty Weekend

The next shitty customer came in shortly after the old hag from yesterday.

This customer is a pervert and he makes me uncomfortable when he's around. He's always telling me how he 'gets naked' with girls on the chat lines. Whatever the fuck that means.

Anyways, a little background on me: I'm getting married next year and this idiot noticed the ring on my finger right away. Now, every week when he comes in he asks if I'm still getting married.

So this weekend he comes in and asks me if I set a date for the wedding. I told him I did. I try to keep the answers short with him so I don't have to talk to him as much. This didn't stop him this time though.

He starts asking me if this is my first marriage. I say yes, and that it will be my only marriage. This must have set him off because he starts going off on how I'll be sorely mistaken, nothing ever lasts, i'll be lucky if I'm only married once, etc. etc.

This pisses me off because:

A) I didn't ask for his opinion and,

B) He's a creepy 50-year-old with a Batman tattoo on his arm.

He then tells me that he's been married 3 times and they've all ended badly. Well no shit, Sherlock. If you acted in your marriages like you're acting now, I'd divorce your whiny ass too. How he got 3 woman to say 'I do', no one will ever know.

So I start telling him to have a nice day, in order to get him the hell out of my store. He starts walking away and wishing me 'good luck'. Screw you, asshole.

I ask again: What the hell is wrong with people?

Can anyone answer that for me?

Anyone?

My shitty weekend ends with Part 3 tomorrow...

Part 1 of my Shitty Weekend

Wow, I had a shitty weekend. Every customer annoyed the hell out of me.

Well, only 2 of them really did. No, make that 3.

The first? A lottery customer.

I learned a long time ago not to piss off an old woman trying to get lottery tickets. Some of these people are obsessed and will bite your head off. Just like this old hag.

Every time this woman comes into the store, I swear I die a little on the inside. She's mean, rude and has a bitchy comment to me every time. It's a love/hate relationship. I hate her and she loves her lottery.

This time I was working with a new girl, so I couldn't pawn off this old woman on her. She probably would have quit working for us.

So anyways, this lady wants me to tell her what number every lottery ticket is on. This while I've got a line of customers. So I quickly tell her the numbers and ask her which one she wants. She says, 'I don't know, if you'd move your big body out of the way I might be able to see.'

This pissed me off. Bad.

So I told her she was being rude and to hurry up and get her tickets and get out. This only encouraged her to be even more of a nasty old bitch. I had to stand there while she took 10 more minutes to pick out her lottery tickets and make me ring them up one at a time.

I couldn't wait to get away from her, she made me so angry. I had to take a few minutes break in the back room before I could go back out there after she left.

I hate shitty people and their shitty comments. Especially from the lottery gamblers. I should just wear a sign with the Gamblers Anonymous phone number on it. Maybe they'd get the hint and stay away.

Part 2 of my shitty weekend is tomorrow....

Another Crappy Kid Story

Today we had another kid come in with his mother. This kid was about 5 years old and the mother must have decided that she didn't feel like watching him in the store.

This little brat decided that he would destroy everything in his path. He knocked things off shelves, opened up packages, and broke displays.

When one of the employees confronted the mother about this, she replied with "Oh, he's just a bad kid" and continued getting her coffee.

So the employee decided that he would charge her for the bags of peanuts and candy bars that this kid opened. What did the mother do? She decided to argue about it because she didn't think she should be charged, stating again, that he's "just a bad kid".

The funny thing about this was that there were 3 people sitting outside in this mother's car, so this crappy kid didn't need to come into the store at all.

This was one of those times that I wish I had been there, because I probably would have gone all Jerry Springer on this woman.

People, our job description is CASHIER, not BABYSITTER. Watch your kid when they are in a store with you. If they break shit, then YOU have to pay for it. And people wonder why prices are so high. It's because we have to make up for it when you get kids destroying products!