I hate going to work the day after a holiday.
Why?
Because then I have to answer a million questions that are all the same: "How was your Thanksgiving?"
At the beginning of the day I start out all smiley telling customers how my Thanksgiving was. By the middle of the day I give shorter answers but ask them how theirs was so I don't have to talk much.
By the end of my shift I'm giving one-word answers, and not even asking them how theirs was.
It's not the customers fault (this time), I just get tired of answering the same questions all day long.
It's like when I say 'Good morning' to people and I hear 'What's so good about it?'. I hear that about a thousand times a day, too.
It's gotten so that I just say 'Morning' to people just so I don't have to hear that comment.
It doesn't help that I hate the holidays too. I hate having to be all smiles during the Christmas season. And Christmas music? Don't even get me started on it.
I hate a lot of things, don't I?
Showing posts with label convenience store. Show all posts
Showing posts with label convenience store. Show all posts
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Applying to Cashier School
A lot of people talk about how cashiers should learn this or that at something called "cashier school". If I happen to make a mistake while ringing up a customer, they will think they are being funny by asking me why I wasn't taught that in cashier school.
Who the fuck would go to a cashier school?
Yes, I know they are only joking. I know there is no such thing as cashier school. But still. It's pretty rude. For one, we know we have shitty jobs, so you don't need to rub it in our faces by joking about a cashier school. I know how to count. I made something called a MISTAKE.
Two, most of the time we are just thrown into our jobs on the first day, having to fend for ourselves. We have to deal daily with people degrading us, picking on us, yelling at us to make themselves feel better, and even cleaning up after people. Trust me, no cashier gets paid enough to clean up the shit (literally!) that people leave behind.
Third, nobody can be taught everything there is to know in order to make every customer happy. That, and we just don't care enough.
Do you think we really want to hear your stupid jokes about attending a cashier school because we don't do something the correct way according to you? Every time you say that, you're calling us stupid. You're just too much of a pussy to say what you really mean.
How about this: If we aren't being openly rude to you, just let us do our jobs and shut the fuck up.
Who the fuck would go to a cashier school?
Yes, I know they are only joking. I know there is no such thing as cashier school. But still. It's pretty rude. For one, we know we have shitty jobs, so you don't need to rub it in our faces by joking about a cashier school. I know how to count. I made something called a MISTAKE.
Two, most of the time we are just thrown into our jobs on the first day, having to fend for ourselves. We have to deal daily with people degrading us, picking on us, yelling at us to make themselves feel better, and even cleaning up after people. Trust me, no cashier gets paid enough to clean up the shit (literally!) that people leave behind.
Third, nobody can be taught everything there is to know in order to make every customer happy. That, and we just don't care enough.
Do you think we really want to hear your stupid jokes about attending a cashier school because we don't do something the correct way according to you? Every time you say that, you're calling us stupid. You're just too much of a pussy to say what you really mean.
How about this: If we aren't being openly rude to you, just let us do our jobs and shut the fuck up.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Cup After Cup After Cup
I got so pissed off the other morning when I came in to work. (What's new, right?)
Anyways, I'm standing at the register talking to my co-worker and watch as this woman walks in with a coffee mug. She takes a 16 oz. cup of ours and pours some cappuccino in it. She then takes a sip, and throws the cup out.
Next, she takes a 12 oz. cup, pours some cappuccino in it, takes a sip and then throws it out.
Finally she fills up her own coffee mug with coffee. Then she comes to the register.
"You know, I can give you a sample cup next time so you don't have to throw out those cups of ours."
She just looked at me and I could tell she wanted to say something bitchy.
"Okay," was all she said as she then disregarded me for the rest of the sale.
Again I ask, who do people think they are? How can someone be so freaking wasteful? She basically just walked in and started throwing our cups out. Do people not realize that those things cost money?
And then when I say something to her about it, she gets a look on her face like I'm just some stupid cashier and shouldn't even be talking to her. Dumb bitch.
I hope she got her freshly highlighted hair caught in her car window. And when she was trying to pull her hair out of the window, I hope she spilled her coffee all over her shirt and burned her boobs.
Anyways, I'm standing at the register talking to my co-worker and watch as this woman walks in with a coffee mug. She takes a 16 oz. cup of ours and pours some cappuccino in it. She then takes a sip, and throws the cup out.
Next, she takes a 12 oz. cup, pours some cappuccino in it, takes a sip and then throws it out.
Finally she fills up her own coffee mug with coffee. Then she comes to the register.
"You know, I can give you a sample cup next time so you don't have to throw out those cups of ours."
She just looked at me and I could tell she wanted to say something bitchy.
"Okay," was all she said as she then disregarded me for the rest of the sale.
Again I ask, who do people think they are? How can someone be so freaking wasteful? She basically just walked in and started throwing our cups out. Do people not realize that those things cost money?
And then when I say something to her about it, she gets a look on her face like I'm just some stupid cashier and shouldn't even be talking to her. Dumb bitch.
I hope she got her freshly highlighted hair caught in her car window. And when she was trying to pull her hair out of the window, I hope she spilled her coffee all over her shirt and burned her boobs.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Magnify This, You Jerk
Thank god I'm off for the next two days.
I had this regular customer come in today and hand me two Marlboro coupons, but wanted to buy Camel cigarettes with them.
I hate when people assume we'll take coupons for different products. We do this sometimes, but not all the time because then we get yelled at by the cigarette companies.
So I told him that we don't do that with coupons but that I'd take them just this one time.
So I go to ring up his $1 off coupon, and look at the expiration date. They expired in July.
By this time I've got a line of people behind him.
"I'm not taking these, they're expired," I say as I hand them back to him.
What does he do then? He pulls out a magnifying glass from his pocket to look at the expiration dates. "It's only $1. You can take these."
"No, I can't." I wasn't getting stuck paying for this guy's coupons.
So he threw 75 cents on the counter for his newspaper, and walked away, not wanting the cigarettes I guess.
I bet you can guess what I wanted to do with that magnifying glass of his.
I had this regular customer come in today and hand me two Marlboro coupons, but wanted to buy Camel cigarettes with them.
I hate when people assume we'll take coupons for different products. We do this sometimes, but not all the time because then we get yelled at by the cigarette companies.
So I told him that we don't do that with coupons but that I'd take them just this one time.
So I go to ring up his $1 off coupon, and look at the expiration date. They expired in July.
By this time I've got a line of people behind him.
"I'm not taking these, they're expired," I say as I hand them back to him.
What does he do then? He pulls out a magnifying glass from his pocket to look at the expiration dates. "It's only $1. You can take these."
"No, I can't." I wasn't getting stuck paying for this guy's coupons.
So he threw 75 cents on the counter for his newspaper, and walked away, not wanting the cigarettes I guess.
I bet you can guess what I wanted to do with that magnifying glass of his.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Do You Have 23 Cents?
Yesterday I had a woman come in my line and brought up two cans of Red Bull for me to ring up.
They are currently on sale, two for $3.00 plus tax.
Her total came to $3.23. When I told her that, she handed me three singles.
"I need 23 more cents."
She just stared at me, so I said it again. "Your total is $3.23 and you gave me $3.00. I still need 23 more cents."
We were busy and had about 4 customers in each line. She starts looking around at the customers, just standing there staring at them. Now I was getting annoyed because she was holding up the line.
"Do you have 23 cents?" I said, while watching her continue to look around at other customers. She focused her sights on the guy who was behind her in line. She stared at him until he gave her 23 cents, still not saying one word.
She then handed me the money and walked out of the store. No thank you to the guy, nothing. It was weird. Maybe she should lay off the Red Bull.
I just wanted to whip a quarter at the back of her head as she was walking away. But with my luck she would have fell, broken her arms and legs, and sued me for my millions.
They are currently on sale, two for $3.00 plus tax.
Her total came to $3.23. When I told her that, she handed me three singles.
"I need 23 more cents."
She just stared at me, so I said it again. "Your total is $3.23 and you gave me $3.00. I still need 23 more cents."
We were busy and had about 4 customers in each line. She starts looking around at the customers, just standing there staring at them. Now I was getting annoyed because she was holding up the line.
"Do you have 23 cents?" I said, while watching her continue to look around at other customers. She focused her sights on the guy who was behind her in line. She stared at him until he gave her 23 cents, still not saying one word.
She then handed me the money and walked out of the store. No thank you to the guy, nothing. It was weird. Maybe she should lay off the Red Bull.
I just wanted to whip a quarter at the back of her head as she was walking away. But with my luck she would have fell, broken her arms and legs, and sued me for my millions.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Another Drive-Off? Really?
We had another drive-off yesterday. This time from a deaf guy.
This guy came in and with hand gestures, told the cashier he wanted a piece of paper. So she hands him one and he writes:
I don't know how much gas my car will take, so here is my credit card so you will turn the pump on
He hands her his credit card, she turns the pump on, and he pumps his gas.
When he gets done pumping his $45 in gas, he gets in his car and peels away.
The cashier tries charging his card and it comes up as 'suspicious activity'.
Naturally we called the police, but who knows if this guy will be found.
I'm honestly surprised that no one has done this to us before. It'd be so easy to hand a cashier an old credit card and tell her you'll be back in afterwards to pay for your gas with the card.
Then you pump as much gas as you can, and get the hell out of there.
I have no idea if that was even his real name on the card, or if he stole someone's credit card. Even though it's shitty what he did, it was a good scam on us. But now we know, and won't fall for it again. At least I hope not.
This guy came in and with hand gestures, told the cashier he wanted a piece of paper. So she hands him one and he writes:
I don't know how much gas my car will take, so here is my credit card so you will turn the pump on
He hands her his credit card, she turns the pump on, and he pumps his gas.
When he gets done pumping his $45 in gas, he gets in his car and peels away.
The cashier tries charging his card and it comes up as 'suspicious activity'.
Naturally we called the police, but who knows if this guy will be found.
I'm honestly surprised that no one has done this to us before. It'd be so easy to hand a cashier an old credit card and tell her you'll be back in afterwards to pay for your gas with the card.
Then you pump as much gas as you can, and get the hell out of there.
I have no idea if that was even his real name on the card, or if he stole someone's credit card. Even though it's shitty what he did, it was a good scam on us. But now we know, and won't fall for it again. At least I hope not.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Credit Card Reader Comes Back to Haunt Me
Have I told you how much I hate our credit card reader machine thingy? I think I have.
Well yesterday we got new ones. Our credit card readers before were obviously a little confusing to most of our customers, but these aren't much better. At least I don't have to tell them to "press the blue credit or debit key" because now, this one has a credit or debit button that you can press on the screen. Easy enough, right?
Not for our customers. The first customer I got, I told him to press credit or debit, and he started hitting the screen with his car keys. I quickly yelled at him not to do that, that there was a pen to use. Do people really have no regard for things that aren't theirs? If he had scratched our brand new screen, do you think he would have paid for it? I doubt it.
This customer's act of dumbassery managed to annoy me for the rest of the day, so I was like a hawk watching every customer to make sure they didn't try to damage the screen either. No one else did. So that made me conclude that this moron was one of a kind.
There was absolutely no point in giving us cashiers the extra aggravation, though. There is a 'pen' attached to sign your signature on the screen, but that part isn't hooked up and will require another software upgrade. So for now, I have to keep telling people not to sign with the credit card reader pen, and to sign with the real pen we have sitting there.
Ugh, I'm getting annoyed even talking about it.
Well yesterday we got new ones. Our credit card readers before were obviously a little confusing to most of our customers, but these aren't much better. At least I don't have to tell them to "press the blue credit or debit key" because now, this one has a credit or debit button that you can press on the screen. Easy enough, right?
Not for our customers. The first customer I got, I told him to press credit or debit, and he started hitting the screen with his car keys. I quickly yelled at him not to do that, that there was a pen to use. Do people really have no regard for things that aren't theirs? If he had scratched our brand new screen, do you think he would have paid for it? I doubt it.
This customer's act of dumbassery managed to annoy me for the rest of the day, so I was like a hawk watching every customer to make sure they didn't try to damage the screen either. No one else did. So that made me conclude that this moron was one of a kind.
There was absolutely no point in giving us cashiers the extra aggravation, though. There is a 'pen' attached to sign your signature on the screen, but that part isn't hooked up and will require another software upgrade. So for now, I have to keep telling people not to sign with the credit card reader pen, and to sign with the real pen we have sitting there.
Ugh, I'm getting annoyed even talking about it.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Labor Day Weekend
Ahh, a holiday weekend, my favorite.
The thing I hate about holidays is hearing this:
"You have to work today? On a holiday? That sucks!"
"You shouldn't have to work."
"No one should have to work on a holiday."
"You're stuck working today? Aww, too bad."
Yes, don't remind me. Don't remind me that YOU are the reason I have to work a holiday. If you weren't here, and no one came into the store, I could be sleeping off a hangover or something. We could close down the store and actually take a holiday off.
But instead, I have to get reminded by every other customer that I'm stuck at work.
Please don't remind us. Trust me, we are already aware of this fact.
Have a great weekend! I'll be stuck at work, hating all of you.
The thing I hate about holidays is hearing this:
"You have to work today? On a holiday? That sucks!"
"You shouldn't have to work."
"No one should have to work on a holiday."
"You're stuck working today? Aww, too bad."
Yes, don't remind me. Don't remind me that YOU are the reason I have to work a holiday. If you weren't here, and no one came into the store, I could be sleeping off a hangover or something. We could close down the store and actually take a holiday off.
But instead, I have to get reminded by every other customer that I'm stuck at work.
Please don't remind us. Trust me, we are already aware of this fact.
Have a great weekend! I'll be stuck at work, hating all of you.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Things I Hate: Sales Reps
I have a cold. All day I was sneezing and my nose was running. I had no idea that that much snot could come out of a schnoz. It's so bad that it's dripping onto the floor before I can run to get a tissue. Don't worry though, it's dripping onto my floor at home, not at work. Although I wouldn't care if it was. I'd let it drip onto your purchase if I could.
My runny nose reminds me of how much I can't stand the sales reps that come in. They think I have nothing better to do than stand around and listen to them talk about the energy drinks or chewing gum specials that they have. I don't give a shit about this stuff and I know it's apparent on my face, yet they still go on and on.
My favorite is when a "newb" comes in. Those are the sales reps that probably started just that day, and are following our regular sales rep around. Our normal rep walks around all high and mighty because they have someone who will actually listen to them for a day. While I feel bad for the newbs, I hate them as well.
I seriously hate standing there listening to these people. When I see one come in, I try to run in the back room but sometimes I'm caught off guard. I try to tell them that I'm not a manager (even though I am), but they never let me get a word in. So I have to just stand there and take it. So after they finish, I tell them that they will have to wait for the boss to come in, and then they end up giving me like 10 business cards as different ways to get ahold of them like their product is the most important thing on the goddamn planet.
I wish my powers of snot worked in my favor today when one of them came in. They brought in a free sample of an energy drink, and I wish I could have let my nose drip all over it. I'm sure that would have got them out of the store.
My runny nose reminds me of how much I can't stand the sales reps that come in. They think I have nothing better to do than stand around and listen to them talk about the energy drinks or chewing gum specials that they have. I don't give a shit about this stuff and I know it's apparent on my face, yet they still go on and on.
My favorite is when a "newb" comes in. Those are the sales reps that probably started just that day, and are following our regular sales rep around. Our normal rep walks around all high and mighty because they have someone who will actually listen to them for a day. While I feel bad for the newbs, I hate them as well.
I seriously hate standing there listening to these people. When I see one come in, I try to run in the back room but sometimes I'm caught off guard. I try to tell them that I'm not a manager (even though I am), but they never let me get a word in. So I have to just stand there and take it. So after they finish, I tell them that they will have to wait for the boss to come in, and then they end up giving me like 10 business cards as different ways to get ahold of them like their product is the most important thing on the goddamn planet.
I wish my powers of snot worked in my favor today when one of them came in. They brought in a free sample of an energy drink, and I wish I could have let my nose drip all over it. I'm sure that would have got them out of the store.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Lady, Your Kid is an Asshole
We have a church next door that has a carnival every year. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but the carnival is 5 DAYS LONG.
Do you know what that means?
That means it's 5 days of shitty kids and teens being dropped off by their parents in the parking lot so the parents can go off and do whatever they want because hey, they get free babysitting all night.
I dread this carnival every year because pretty much 95% of the kids are mouthy. They used to come into our store in groups of ten or so and then stand around bullshitting and blocking the way for our real customers.
We decided to put a stop to that and only allow 2 in at a time.
Well this enrages those little shits and that's when the insults start flying.
Last year this teen and his teen girlfriend were in the store and I saw them pointing out all the security cameras and then looking at me. So I went over there and asked them if they needed anything and if not, to leave the store.
The boy teen got all high and mighty saying he was a paying customer and that he should be able to look however long he wanted. I pointed out that he wasn't looking at anything except the security cameras. We argued a bit back and forth, and I told him and his teen girlfriend to get out.
Later on that night, this teen brings his mother in to yell at me. He stood behind his mommy with a smirk on his face. She asked what was going on and was all ready to defend her shitty son. Her body language showed that she wanted to tear me a new one for 'disrespecting her son'.
I told her what the kid was doing, and how we get tons of kids in during this carnival and that I don't need this shit from some punk. I told her she's lucky I didn't call the cops on him for pointing out our security cameras because that usually means someone is casing the place getting ready to rob it.
At the end of it all, she apologized for her son's behavior. I was surprised, because normally parents will defend their shitty kid's actions to the end, even when they are so obviously wrong.
It was still her fault in the first place for dropping that shitty teen off at the carnival without any parental supervision.
PARENTS: WATCH YOUR KIDS AT CARNIVALS. DON'T LEAVE THEM FOR US TO BABYSIT.
Do you know what that means?
That means it's 5 days of shitty kids and teens being dropped off by their parents in the parking lot so the parents can go off and do whatever they want because hey, they get free babysitting all night.
I dread this carnival every year because pretty much 95% of the kids are mouthy. They used to come into our store in groups of ten or so and then stand around bullshitting and blocking the way for our real customers.
We decided to put a stop to that and only allow 2 in at a time.
Well this enrages those little shits and that's when the insults start flying.
Last year this teen and his teen girlfriend were in the store and I saw them pointing out all the security cameras and then looking at me. So I went over there and asked them if they needed anything and if not, to leave the store.
The boy teen got all high and mighty saying he was a paying customer and that he should be able to look however long he wanted. I pointed out that he wasn't looking at anything except the security cameras. We argued a bit back and forth, and I told him and his teen girlfriend to get out.
Later on that night, this teen brings his mother in to yell at me. He stood behind his mommy with a smirk on his face. She asked what was going on and was all ready to defend her shitty son. Her body language showed that she wanted to tear me a new one for 'disrespecting her son'.
I told her what the kid was doing, and how we get tons of kids in during this carnival and that I don't need this shit from some punk. I told her she's lucky I didn't call the cops on him for pointing out our security cameras because that usually means someone is casing the place getting ready to rob it.
At the end of it all, she apologized for her son's behavior. I was surprised, because normally parents will defend their shitty kid's actions to the end, even when they are so obviously wrong.
It was still her fault in the first place for dropping that shitty teen off at the carnival without any parental supervision.
PARENTS: WATCH YOUR KIDS AT CARNIVALS. DON'T LEAVE THEM FOR US TO BABYSIT.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Don't Answer That!
I'm going to step out on the other side of the cash register for a moment and talk about annoying cashiers. Yes, it's rare, but there are some out there.
One thing I hate is when I'm waiting in line and HAVE been waiting in line for awhile, and the phone rings behind the register. Instead of taking care of the 5 customers in line, some cashiers will answer the phone. I fucking hate that.
If the phone rings while I'm ringing up customers, I will let it ring. Whoever is calling will call back if it's important enough. Usually it's just some asshole calling to get the winning lottery numbers because they are too lazy to check them online or call the hotline.
I get serious road rage when I'm waiting in line and watching a cashier take care of someone over the phone. If you HAVE to answer the phone, put them on hold then.
I think I'll carry a pair of scissors in my purse so that the next time this happens, I can walk right up to the register, past the lines of people waiting, and snip the telephone cord. Maybe then I'll get some good customer service. Either that or handcuffed.
One thing I hate is when I'm waiting in line and HAVE been waiting in line for awhile, and the phone rings behind the register. Instead of taking care of the 5 customers in line, some cashiers will answer the phone. I fucking hate that.
If the phone rings while I'm ringing up customers, I will let it ring. Whoever is calling will call back if it's important enough. Usually it's just some asshole calling to get the winning lottery numbers because they are too lazy to check them online or call the hotline.
I get serious road rage when I'm waiting in line and watching a cashier take care of someone over the phone. If you HAVE to answer the phone, put them on hold then.
I think I'll carry a pair of scissors in my purse so that the next time this happens, I can walk right up to the register, past the lines of people waiting, and snip the telephone cord. Maybe then I'll get some good customer service. Either that or handcuffed.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Shitty Parents Are Among Us
There's this woman that comes in every day that I do not like. She buys lottery tickets every time she's in and usually spends about $30 each day on them.
Sometimes she brings her son in. He's a nice kid, about 12 years old.
One time they were in my store together, and she was buying her lottery tickets. He kept asking her if he could get some candy and she said no. He kept asking and asking, and you know what she did? She slapped him across the face in front of everybody to get him to shut up.
He didn't cry or anything, but was really embarrassed. Now, I understand not wanting to give your kids every single thing they ask for in the store, but that's no reason to hit them. She has no problem buying her lottery tickets every day, but couldn't spend $1 on her own son?
It makes me wonder how much more abuse she gives at home if she can slap him in front of everybody like nothing.
I didn't see her hit her kid, but I was there that day. It made me wonder what I would have done if I would have seen that happen. Would I have said something? Or not?
What would you do? If you saw a kid get slapped in the face for asking for candy, would you say something to the parent? Or would you stay out of it?
Sometimes she brings her son in. He's a nice kid, about 12 years old.
One time they were in my store together, and she was buying her lottery tickets. He kept asking her if he could get some candy and she said no. He kept asking and asking, and you know what she did? She slapped him across the face in front of everybody to get him to shut up.
He didn't cry or anything, but was really embarrassed. Now, I understand not wanting to give your kids every single thing they ask for in the store, but that's no reason to hit them. She has no problem buying her lottery tickets every day, but couldn't spend $1 on her own son?
It makes me wonder how much more abuse she gives at home if she can slap him in front of everybody like nothing.
I didn't see her hit her kid, but I was there that day. It made me wonder what I would have done if I would have seen that happen. Would I have said something? Or not?
What would you do? If you saw a kid get slapped in the face for asking for candy, would you say something to the parent? Or would you stay out of it?
Friday, July 16, 2010
Stop Touching the Freaking Doughnuts!
I've talked about how important it is to get to the doughnuts early in the morning. I'm not just saying shit just to say it; I'm really concerned about your overall well-being.
Anyways, this customer comes in every morning and gets a dozen doughnuts for his church. Personally, I can't stand the guy because he's a liar and has tried to steal before.
But I hate when he comes in and gets doughnuts because he will pick the dozen out with his fingers and not use a napkin or tissue or anything.
He did it again the other day. I watched as he grabbed a few doughnuts, licked his fingers to get the powdery sugar stuff off, and then grabbed some more to put in the box. I kinda feel sorry for the people at his church that unknowingly eat these doughnuts this guy has just touched. For all we know he could have been picking his nose or scratching his balls before he walked in the store.
I want to say something to him, like "Grab a fucking paper tissue" or something, but I'm afraid of him. He's got those crazy eyes and I think he would curse me under his breath if I said anything to him.
So instead I just stand there and watch and think about all those poor praying people that eat these doughnuts he touches. Maybe I'll slip a secret note into the collection plate next time. I guess I'm glad I don't go to church because then I'd be eating a slimy doughnut.
Anyways, this customer comes in every morning and gets a dozen doughnuts for his church. Personally, I can't stand the guy because he's a liar and has tried to steal before.
But I hate when he comes in and gets doughnuts because he will pick the dozen out with his fingers and not use a napkin or tissue or anything.
He did it again the other day. I watched as he grabbed a few doughnuts, licked his fingers to get the powdery sugar stuff off, and then grabbed some more to put in the box. I kinda feel sorry for the people at his church that unknowingly eat these doughnuts this guy has just touched. For all we know he could have been picking his nose or scratching his balls before he walked in the store.
I want to say something to him, like "Grab a fucking paper tissue" or something, but I'm afraid of him. He's got those crazy eyes and I think he would curse me under his breath if I said anything to him.
So instead I just stand there and watch and think about all those poor praying people that eat these doughnuts he touches. Maybe I'll slip a secret note into the collection plate next time. I guess I'm glad I don't go to church because then I'd be eating a slimy doughnut.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Excuse Me Sir, You Dropped Your Drugs
I could seriously become a drug dealer with all the drugs we find around the store. I'd be a successful one, too.
If I go outside to clean up the parking lot, I can usually find quite a treasure. Besides all the condoms and puke laying around, sometimes I will find money. Most of the time though, I will find baggies with drugs in them.
I don't work in a bad or dangerous area; these drugs are mostly dropped from teenagers whose parents buy them brand-new expensive cars when they turn 16 and run around town thinking they can do whomever or whatever they want.
One time a young punk came in, and on his way out he dropped a bag of weed. I went and picked it up and threw it out. A few minutes later, the punk comes back in and you could tell he was searching the ground for something, but there was no way in hell he was going to ask us.
Now I'm no drug connoisseur, but I'm thinking I could get a pretty penny for some of this stuff. But what do I do with all of it? I either throw it out or flush it down the toilet. We don't need any whacked out druggies coming in here in the middle of the night shooting us for money to get their next fix.
If I go outside to clean up the parking lot, I can usually find quite a treasure. Besides all the condoms and puke laying around, sometimes I will find money. Most of the time though, I will find baggies with drugs in them.
I don't work in a bad or dangerous area; these drugs are mostly dropped from teenagers whose parents buy them brand-new expensive cars when they turn 16 and run around town thinking they can do whomever or whatever they want.
One time a young punk came in, and on his way out he dropped a bag of weed. I went and picked it up and threw it out. A few minutes later, the punk comes back in and you could tell he was searching the ground for something, but there was no way in hell he was going to ask us.
Now I'm no drug connoisseur, but I'm thinking I could get a pretty penny for some of this stuff. But what do I do with all of it? I either throw it out or flush it down the toilet. We don't need any whacked out druggies coming in here in the middle of the night shooting us for money to get their next fix.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Please, No More Garlic
I don't know what people eat or bathe in, but some of them reek when they come into the store.
There's this one guy that comes in and he always smells heavily of garlic. I hate the smell of garlic. It's almost as if he rubbed his body in garlic. Maybe he did, I don't know what kind of kinky stuff he's into at home.
The sad part is that this guy is really nice. But I barely get to talk to him because of the garlic smell. You would think with the amount of beer he drinks he would smell like a drunk, but no. Do they make a garlic-flavored beer?
When I quit smoking I gained my sense of smell back. Sometimes I'd like to smoke again, or at least stuff a cigarette up my nose so that I don't have to smell some people.
If I had to choose, I'd probably prefer the smell of a dead skunk that got shit and pissed on by a bear and puked on by a deer. I'll take anything but the smell of garlic.
My coworker used to come in to work smelling like it. I told her she couldn't eat that stuff anymore or I wouldn't be able to work with her. I can't concentrate on giving my best customer service to people if the smell of garlic is lingering in the air.
I'm going to invent a contraption for cashiers that will block any rancid smell that comes into the store. I'll make millions because there are a lot of smelly people in the world.
There's this one guy that comes in and he always smells heavily of garlic. I hate the smell of garlic. It's almost as if he rubbed his body in garlic. Maybe he did, I don't know what kind of kinky stuff he's into at home.
The sad part is that this guy is really nice. But I barely get to talk to him because of the garlic smell. You would think with the amount of beer he drinks he would smell like a drunk, but no. Do they make a garlic-flavored beer?
When I quit smoking I gained my sense of smell back. Sometimes I'd like to smoke again, or at least stuff a cigarette up my nose so that I don't have to smell some people.
If I had to choose, I'd probably prefer the smell of a dead skunk that got shit and pissed on by a bear and puked on by a deer. I'll take anything but the smell of garlic.
My coworker used to come in to work smelling like it. I told her she couldn't eat that stuff anymore or I wouldn't be able to work with her. I can't concentrate on giving my best customer service to people if the smell of garlic is lingering in the air.
I'm going to invent a contraption for cashiers that will block any rancid smell that comes into the store. I'll make millions because there are a lot of smelly people in the world.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
What Did You Just Say?
Worked night shift again last night. This time there was almost drama. Almost.
A guy came in with his daughter around midnight. I was ringing him up at the counter when his daughter (about 10 years old) wanted to pick out candy so she started looking at some.
This customer behind them then shouted out to the little girl 'You don't want candy, it's not good for you.'
This girl's father shot the guy a death look. So, the guy keeps talking, mostly to himself, about how candy isn't good for little kids.
I finish ringing up the father and his daughter and on the way out the father gives this customer the evil eye the whole time. I thought he was going to ask the guy to take it outside. I would have brought the popcorn.
But, alas, nothing happened. If it did though, I would have totally sided with the father. People open their big mouths way too often. Sometimes a punch in the throat is all it takes to make someone mind their own business.
A guy came in with his daughter around midnight. I was ringing him up at the counter when his daughter (about 10 years old) wanted to pick out candy so she started looking at some.
This customer behind them then shouted out to the little girl 'You don't want candy, it's not good for you.'
This girl's father shot the guy a death look. So, the guy keeps talking, mostly to himself, about how candy isn't good for little kids.
I finish ringing up the father and his daughter and on the way out the father gives this customer the evil eye the whole time. I thought he was going to ask the guy to take it outside. I would have brought the popcorn.
But, alas, nothing happened. If it did though, I would have totally sided with the father. People open their big mouths way too often. Sometimes a punch in the throat is all it takes to make someone mind their own business.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Umm, That Isn't Yours Yet
I'm pretty much suspicious of everyone and I'm a very observant person. It's a gift, and a curse.
One thing I can't stand is when a customer will be buying something for someone sitting in their car, and before they pay for the item they will take it outside to see if the person in the car wants it.
Just like the gas pump incident the other day, this kind of thing irritates us. Why? Because we think you are stealing something if you take it out of the store before paying for it.
It doesn't matter if the person is right outside the door. If you run outside with one of our items, we think you are stealing it.
Are you allowed to do that at a department store? Are you allowed to take a pair of pants outside to the parking lot to see if your mom approves of it? No.
Are you allowed to take a gun from the gun store outside before paying for it just to see if Junior likes it? No way.
Then why do people think it's okay to do this in my store? Just because you come back inside 20 seconds later, that still doesn't make it okay that I was about to run out from behind the counter and chase after you.
Now, the normal people with common sense will actually come up to me and ask if they can take the drink or snack outside really quick to see if the person in the car wants it. That's fine by me, as long as I know about it beforehand.
Or, you can make the lazy person in the car get their ass inside so this whole thing could be prevented in the first place.
Just remember: It isn't yours until you've paid for it.
One thing I can't stand is when a customer will be buying something for someone sitting in their car, and before they pay for the item they will take it outside to see if the person in the car wants it.
Just like the gas pump incident the other day, this kind of thing irritates us. Why? Because we think you are stealing something if you take it out of the store before paying for it.
It doesn't matter if the person is right outside the door. If you run outside with one of our items, we think you are stealing it.
Are you allowed to do that at a department store? Are you allowed to take a pair of pants outside to the parking lot to see if your mom approves of it? No.
Are you allowed to take a gun from the gun store outside before paying for it just to see if Junior likes it? No way.
Then why do people think it's okay to do this in my store? Just because you come back inside 20 seconds later, that still doesn't make it okay that I was about to run out from behind the counter and chase after you.
Now, the normal people with common sense will actually come up to me and ask if they can take the drink or snack outside really quick to see if the person in the car wants it. That's fine by me, as long as I know about it beforehand.
Or, you can make the lazy person in the car get their ass inside so this whole thing could be prevented in the first place.
Just remember: It isn't yours until you've paid for it.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
How Tall Are You?
We have this customer that comes in who is about 7 feet tall. He's a really cool guy; always making jokes and generally seems happy. He also drives one of those tiny cars so it's kinda funny to see him all stuffed inside of it when he pulls up to the store.
He came in the other day while I was ringing up this obnoxious woman. As soon as she got one look at this tall customer, her eyes got wide and she started talking loud. REALLY loud.
She went on and on with things like "OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW TALL YOU ARE" "YOU ARE SO FUCKING TALL! JESUS CHRIST!" and on and on until her voice was hurting my ears.
You could tell that the guy gets this kind of reaction all the time, and that this woman's reaction was annoying him but he was too polite to say anything. I started feeling really bad for him because this bitch just wouldn't let up.
I, for once, didn't open my big mouth though, because this woman is one of those vicious lottery ladies that would probably slice my throat with the edge of her lottery ticket.
After she left though, I talked shit about her to the tall guy just to make him feel a little better. Yeah, I'm a wuss.
What I should have done was started telling her that she had the biggest ass I had ever seen and that I couldn't believe how big it was. But again, I was worried about death by lottery ticket, so I stayed quiet.
He came in the other day while I was ringing up this obnoxious woman. As soon as she got one look at this tall customer, her eyes got wide and she started talking loud. REALLY loud.
She went on and on with things like "OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW TALL YOU ARE" "YOU ARE SO FUCKING TALL! JESUS CHRIST!" and on and on until her voice was hurting my ears.
You could tell that the guy gets this kind of reaction all the time, and that this woman's reaction was annoying him but he was too polite to say anything. I started feeling really bad for him because this bitch just wouldn't let up.
I, for once, didn't open my big mouth though, because this woman is one of those vicious lottery ladies that would probably slice my throat with the edge of her lottery ticket.
After she left though, I talked shit about her to the tall guy just to make him feel a little better. Yeah, I'm a wuss.
What I should have done was started telling her that she had the biggest ass I had ever seen and that I couldn't believe how big it was. But again, I was worried about death by lottery ticket, so I stayed quiet.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Idiot of the Week
I love how shitty people always get away with stuff. I wanted to title this post 'Fuckface of the Week', but my mom hates when I swear.
The other day we had a customer come in telling us that something was wrong with one of our pumps. So we go outside to look, and the screen that tells you how much gas you've pumped is cracked and smashed in.
So we go look it up on our security cameras to see what the hell happened.
Upon further review, we see that about an hour before, a guy was pumping gas. Apparently he was arguing with the woman in his car, because we can see his arms flailing about. Then, he says something to her, turns around, and punches out the pump screen. He continues filling up his gas while yelling at her, and then drives away.
That screen that he punched out is going to cost $600 to fix because he damaged all kinds of computer hardware stuff inside when he did that.
We got a license plate from the cameras, yet when the police checked on it, I guess the license plate didn't match the car nor anyone that lived at that residence.
So once again, some shithead is going to get away with damaging someone else's property.
Hopefully something good will come out of this, but I doubt it. Trash that punches out people/stuff usually make sure to cover their tracks.
The other day we had a customer come in telling us that something was wrong with one of our pumps. So we go outside to look, and the screen that tells you how much gas you've pumped is cracked and smashed in.
So we go look it up on our security cameras to see what the hell happened.
Upon further review, we see that about an hour before, a guy was pumping gas. Apparently he was arguing with the woman in his car, because we can see his arms flailing about. Then, he says something to her, turns around, and punches out the pump screen. He continues filling up his gas while yelling at her, and then drives away.
That screen that he punched out is going to cost $600 to fix because he damaged all kinds of computer hardware stuff inside when he did that.
We got a license plate from the cameras, yet when the police checked on it, I guess the license plate didn't match the car nor anyone that lived at that residence.
So once again, some shithead is going to get away with damaging someone else's property.
Hopefully something good will come out of this, but I doubt it. Trash that punches out people/stuff usually make sure to cover their tracks.
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