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"The New Girl" and the Tuesday from Hell (Vulgar Language)
Ok, I'm not really new. However, thanks to my CW giving a two day notice that she's taking a "month's vacation," I now have to work Tuesdays because our store is severely understaffed and the bosses don't have enough payroll to hire someone else.
So basically, I'm the new girl again because of one extra day. That would be fine, except my boss told me when I first started there that our customers love to pick on new people just to see how many buttons they can press before we cuss them out.
So the day of hell commenced. Sigh....I was happier in classes earlier....
Scene 1) The Cigarillo Dude
At the start of the shift, this guy who looked to be in his 30's came in and asked for a regular Swisher. (the red one) I hand him the Swisher, he pays, and then he asks me in an aggressive voice to give him a different one.
I hand him a different one and he says, "Give me a different one, it's the same one."
I pick up another one and say, "It was a different one."
He snatches it out of my hand, and precedes to mutter curses under his breath on his way out the door. Sorry, I'm not a mouse in the right circumstances. The customer can be WRONG! Piss off a bridge!
Scene 2) The Illegal Couple
This girl who looked under 20 comes in and asks for three packs of Marlboro 100's. I ask her for ID. She gets a sour look on her face, and makes an exasperated sigh on the way out the door.
She goes to her truck, and asks "her man" to come in and get the cigarettes for her. I'm sorry, it's ILLEGAL AS FUCK for you to buy for someone who looks under age!
He comes in and asks for the cigarettes. He says "are you new? Cause we come in here all the time."
Can my bosses verify that?! Cause they're not talking, and if they knew you they would have said you were old enough.
Also my telepathic radar that tells me you're a regular has been disconnected for today. Get the fuck out!
Scene 3) Fun With Pizza and Mr. Slick
The pizza incident was really my fault more than the customer's. I was tired from classes, not enough sleep, and working an extra day. And so far, everybody's attitude has stunk. I mean, really stunk. I had people talking to me like I was dirt, like I was stupid, and throwing money at me to boot.
I went to put their cheese pizza in the box, and the whole thing caved in on itself and just collapsed onto me, the roller grill, and the floor.
Of course I apologized, and offered to make them a new one. And thankfully, they were cool about it. So, I'm standing there with pizza all over my shirt trying to thin down the line. (My bosses had finally come back to help, so I managed to get the other mess cleaned up.)
Then Mr. Slick comes into order a pepperoni. As he's waiting, he says "smile beautiful." DEATH!!!
I really can't stand being told to "SMILE" in the first place. It sounds so patronizing.
But talking to me like calling me "beautiful" is supposed to help you get me in the sack just makes me sick.
My boss tells him "she's had a bad day."
He says "tell me all about what's wrong. Is it your boyfriend, husband, boss?" Good luck chuck! No score for you!
I stand there shaking my head and go, "NO, NO, NO!" Then I walk away. This means you should STOP hitting on me now!
I have pizza on my shirt, and I'm obviously irritated, but does that stop him? NO!
Sorry! You want a cheap fix? That's what h**kers are for!
Scene 4) The Bag Lady
It was really busy at this time. Me and the Owner are in the store making pizza after pizza, and handling the lotto etc. He gets a large pizza order, and I end up switching to his register because the line is long and the people who want lotto are lined up on that side of the counter. The regular that I'm attending just wants a few food items, and the older lady with the beer behind him decides to stick her nose in where it doesn't belong.
There are 5 to 7 people on my side of the counter because the owner is now dealing with a really difficult customer and can't check anyone out. The regular asks me for a bag. And yes, I should have bagged the items. Thankfully, he's understanding about me just handing him the bag.
I know I handled that wrong, but that's no reason for the older chick to say "And she doesn't even bag the items! Young people today! Whew!" Would you like that beer shoved down your throat now? It might be safer for you to go to the other register now.
I think the only humor I got out of that moment is when I was telling my regular Boss about how the day had gone as the Owner and my Lady Boss were walking out the door. The Owner and both my bosses get a good laugh out of it, and I'm thanking my lucky stars that they're understanding and the customers drive them nuts too.
What a day... I would like to kick my CW now, and go back to my regular schedule. But unfortunately, it's Tuesdays for a month. Great.
So basically, I'm the new girl again because of one extra day. That would be fine, except my boss told me when I first started there that our customers love to pick on new people just to see how many buttons they can press before we cuss them out.
So the day of hell commenced. Sigh....I was happier in classes earlier....
Scene 1) The Cigarillo Dude
At the start of the shift, this guy who looked to be in his 30's came in and asked for a regular Swisher. (the red one) I hand him the Swisher, he pays, and then he asks me in an aggressive voice to give him a different one.
I hand him a different one and he says, "Give me a different one, it's the same one."
I pick up another one and say, "It was a different one."
He snatches it out of my hand, and precedes to mutter curses under his breath on his way out the door. Sorry, I'm not a mouse in the right circumstances. The customer can be WRONG! Piss off a bridge!
Scene 2) The Illegal Couple
This girl who looked under 20 comes in and asks for three packs of Marlboro 100's. I ask her for ID. She gets a sour look on her face, and makes an exasperated sigh on the way out the door.
She goes to her truck, and asks "her man" to come in and get the cigarettes for her. I'm sorry, it's ILLEGAL AS FUCK for you to buy for someone who looks under age!
He comes in and asks for the cigarettes. He says "are you new? Cause we come in here all the time."
Can my bosses verify that?! Cause they're not talking, and if they knew you they would have said you were old enough.
Also my telepathic radar that tells me you're a regular has been disconnected for today. Get the fuck out!
Scene 3) Fun With Pizza and Mr. Slick
The pizza incident was really my fault more than the customer's. I was tired from classes, not enough sleep, and working an extra day. And so far, everybody's attitude has stunk. I mean, really stunk. I had people talking to me like I was dirt, like I was stupid, and throwing money at me to boot.
I went to put their cheese pizza in the box, and the whole thing caved in on itself and just collapsed onto me, the roller grill, and the floor.
Of course I apologized, and offered to make them a new one. And thankfully, they were cool about it. So, I'm standing there with pizza all over my shirt trying to thin down the line. (My bosses had finally come back to help, so I managed to get the other mess cleaned up.)
Then Mr. Slick comes into order a pepperoni. As he's waiting, he says "smile beautiful." DEATH!!!
I really can't stand being told to "SMILE" in the first place. It sounds so patronizing.
But talking to me like calling me "beautiful" is supposed to help you get me in the sack just makes me sick.
My boss tells him "she's had a bad day."
He says "tell me all about what's wrong. Is it your boyfriend, husband, boss?" Good luck chuck! No score for you!
I stand there shaking my head and go, "NO, NO, NO!" Then I walk away. This means you should STOP hitting on me now!
I have pizza on my shirt, and I'm obviously irritated, but does that stop him? NO!
Sorry! You want a cheap fix? That's what h**kers are for!
Scene 4) The Bag Lady
It was really busy at this time. Me and the Owner are in the store making pizza after pizza, and handling the lotto etc. He gets a large pizza order, and I end up switching to his register because the line is long and the people who want lotto are lined up on that side of the counter. The regular that I'm attending just wants a few food items, and the older lady with the beer behind him decides to stick her nose in where it doesn't belong.
There are 5 to 7 people on my side of the counter because the owner is now dealing with a really difficult customer and can't check anyone out. The regular asks me for a bag. And yes, I should have bagged the items. Thankfully, he's understanding about me just handing him the bag.
I know I handled that wrong, but that's no reason for the older chick to say "And she doesn't even bag the items! Young people today! Whew!" Would you like that beer shoved down your throat now? It might be safer for you to go to the other register now.
I think the only humor I got out of that moment is when I was telling my regular Boss about how the day had gone as the Owner and my Lady Boss were walking out the door. The Owner and both my bosses get a good laugh out of it, and I'm thanking my lucky stars that they're understanding and the customers drive them nuts too.
What a day... I would like to kick my CW now, and go back to my regular schedule. But unfortunately, it's Tuesdays for a month. Great.
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