Back again not long after my last post! I had two SCs today and need to rant, my blood is still boiling... First off, I work in an aquarium. And as a side thing, we have a little scratch off question and answer thing. The kids (or adults) get their scratch offs and find questions around the attraction. Each question has three color coded answer choices; red, blue, and yellow. To pick the answer they want, they just scratch off the color answer they want, and there will be a check mark or an X telling if they got it right or wrong. At the end, the get a little plastic medal as a prize.
These medals.... I'm beginning to form a hatred for them as both of my SCs today were because of them...
SC The First
So we've all been there. Kids are messy. Especially so in a gift shop surrounded by toys. So yeah, part of my job is taking stray toys and putting them back where they belong. No big deal, I don't mind.
But I turn around for just a second to put a toy back on it's shelf and when I come back, there's a woman, hand in the medal jar with a good handful of them. Conversation as follows;
Eevie: "Ma'am, hold on! MA'AM!"
SC: *gasps, drops medals except for a few* "Sorry just helping ourselves to the medals!"
Eevie: "Ma'am, I'm sorry but did your family do the scratch-off challenge?"
SC: *instant condescending tone* "Yes, sweetie... I have the nice colorful pieces of paper on the soda fridge. You can even count them! See, 1... 2... 3 pieces of paper! Now see that I have 1... 2... 3 medals! Buh-bye!
Eevie:
I HATE that tone! I can't stand being treated like a child who doesn't know any better! I mean I know I'm 18 and young, but come on now!
SC the Second
*At the moment I'm passing out medals to a group of kids who've already turned in their sheets when SC spots it.*
SC: "Three medals, please."
Eevie:
"Um, okay... Where are your scratch-off sheets?"
SC: "WHAT?! Nobody told me anything about a scratch off sheet!!!"
Eevie:
"They were at the beginning of the aquarium, ma'am, where you got your tickets... They were free to take..."
And it when around like this for about 30 seconds until she went to the front and took the blank scratch-offs to turn into me... I just gave her the stupid medals. I'm not risking my job over a piece of plastic... Luckily my manager gave me the okay to just give them a medal if they ask about them. But good god! It's a piece of plastic and ribbon people! No need to get your panties in a wad. It's supposed to be fun!
I just need to rant. And I need kitty snuggles... Lots and lots of kitty snuggles...
These medals.... I'm beginning to form a hatred for them as both of my SCs today were because of them...
SC The First
So we've all been there. Kids are messy. Especially so in a gift shop surrounded by toys. So yeah, part of my job is taking stray toys and putting them back where they belong. No big deal, I don't mind.
But I turn around for just a second to put a toy back on it's shelf and when I come back, there's a woman, hand in the medal jar with a good handful of them. Conversation as follows;
Eevie: "Ma'am, hold on! MA'AM!"
SC: *gasps, drops medals except for a few* "Sorry just helping ourselves to the medals!"
Eevie: "Ma'am, I'm sorry but did your family do the scratch-off challenge?"
SC: *instant condescending tone* "Yes, sweetie... I have the nice colorful pieces of paper on the soda fridge. You can even count them! See, 1... 2... 3 pieces of paper! Now see that I have 1... 2... 3 medals! Buh-bye!
Eevie:

I HATE that tone! I can't stand being treated like a child who doesn't know any better! I mean I know I'm 18 and young, but come on now!
SC the Second
*At the moment I'm passing out medals to a group of kids who've already turned in their sheets when SC spots it.*
SC: "Three medals, please."
Eevie:

SC: "WHAT?! Nobody told me anything about a scratch off sheet!!!"
Eevie:

And it when around like this for about 30 seconds until she went to the front and took the blank scratch-offs to turn into me... I just gave her the stupid medals. I'm not risking my job over a piece of plastic... Luckily my manager gave me the okay to just give them a medal if they ask about them. But good god! It's a piece of plastic and ribbon people! No need to get your panties in a wad. It's supposed to be fun!
I just need to rant. And I need kitty snuggles... Lots and lots of kitty snuggles...
Comment