A couple of days ago a family came through my line. As I'm ringing them up, their son (can't be more than nine or ten years old) starts wanting something...a toy of some sort, I think. They couldn't afford it (not many of the people coming through my line can) and told him they'd try and get it later. He wanted it now. This goes back and forth for a little while and I just keep scanning their items. By the time I get don, hit total, and tell them the price, the kid is sitting on the floor whining about how he never gets anything.
The father is rolling his eyes, mom pretends not to hear, and I'm just trying to remember being that age. Eventually I lean over the counter, look down at him, and say; "Complaining children make baby Jesus cry."
I look back up and the dad is trying to suppress a laugh.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Open for Business
It was suggested to my by YvilMonster that, after relating some of the horrors that happened to me at work, I should start a blog to catalog my rants and general day to day work. After a while, I figured why not? I could relate some of the stories I'd already posted elsewhere, but I figure a new blog deserves a new story. With that in mind, I'll tell about something that happened a couple weeks back and that I haven't posted anywhere else yet.
One of our regular customers is a jackass (and even looks like one, too. Hee-haw). No one likes him and one of my co-workers will actually walk off the register when he comes in. After his first trip through my line, I knew exactly why and ever since then, if he comes in, I'll call the manager on duty so they can take care of him. When he comes through my line (the few times he does) he's always complaining about having to wait or how slow I am. Now, granted, when I was starting out, I was slow. For an average scan time for me, 6.8 seconds wasn't unusual. Now, however, my average scan time is sitting at a comfy 3.5 seconds. That's pretty fast by our standards and it's a small matter of pride for me. However, jackass still complains and generally does his best to be a rude fuck to the point that by the time he leaves the store I'm red in the face and ready to bite the face off the next person in line.
A couple of weeks ago, he does something that earns him a new nickname.
He comes in, buys a flashlight of some sort, some meds and things and then mercifully goes away. Later on in the day, just before we're closing up, I see him walking up, bag and flashlight in hand. He comes in, drops the (very dirty) bag on my counter and says he got the wrong pills and needs to do an exchange. My manager had already closed out her register, so the exchange had to be done on mine. Do I mind? Hell no. I go and start arranging shelves, just wanting to get away from him. After a few minutes, the exchange is done, he leaves with his news bottles, and I come back up front to find my manager leaning against the counter in front of her register, arms crossed, and a scowl on her face.
She asks me if I noticed the bag, and I said; "Yeah, looked like it had mud on it."
"It was shit."
O_O!
It would seem that what I had taken for mud was, in fact, shit. And it was on my counter. For a good bit of time. Ew. I now refer to jackass customer as "Shit Bag." Everyone working there knows why.
She laughed when I came out with the cleaning supplies and made the counter shine with disinfectant. I just wanted to take a shower.
One of our regular customers is a jackass (and even looks like one, too. Hee-haw). No one likes him and one of my co-workers will actually walk off the register when he comes in. After his first trip through my line, I knew exactly why and ever since then, if he comes in, I'll call the manager on duty so they can take care of him. When he comes through my line (the few times he does) he's always complaining about having to wait or how slow I am. Now, granted, when I was starting out, I was slow. For an average scan time for me, 6.8 seconds wasn't unusual. Now, however, my average scan time is sitting at a comfy 3.5 seconds. That's pretty fast by our standards and it's a small matter of pride for me. However, jackass still complains and generally does his best to be a rude fuck to the point that by the time he leaves the store I'm red in the face and ready to bite the face off the next person in line.
A couple of weeks ago, he does something that earns him a new nickname.
He comes in, buys a flashlight of some sort, some meds and things and then mercifully goes away. Later on in the day, just before we're closing up, I see him walking up, bag and flashlight in hand. He comes in, drops the (very dirty) bag on my counter and says he got the wrong pills and needs to do an exchange. My manager had already closed out her register, so the exchange had to be done on mine. Do I mind? Hell no. I go and start arranging shelves, just wanting to get away from him. After a few minutes, the exchange is done, he leaves with his news bottles, and I come back up front to find my manager leaning against the counter in front of her register, arms crossed, and a scowl on her face.
She asks me if I noticed the bag, and I said; "Yeah, looked like it had mud on it."
"It was shit."
O_O!
It would seem that what I had taken for mud was, in fact, shit. And it was on my counter. For a good bit of time. Ew. I now refer to jackass customer as "Shit Bag." Everyone working there knows why.
She laughed when I came out with the cleaning supplies and made the counter shine with disinfectant. I just wanted to take a shower.
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