I was on register for 8 hours yesterday. Suck (ASM knows I can't be standing behind a register for more than 2 hours at a time or my feet/back starts hurting and making me a very cranky wolf). It wasn't too bad save for this 'lady' shortly after I came on.
We were shorthanded as usual (how? There are over 100 part-timers on the payroll). SC comes through my lane with an overflowing cart; usually not a problem. IF I have a bagger. One of the new cashier policies (which I sort of agree with in terms of keeping IPM reasonable) is that a cashier should not be bagging unless it's the end of an order. Where this policy falls apart is in the above scenario with a giant order and no bagger; I have to stop every so often to move fragile stuff like eggs to the side.
The lane lights do have a blinking 'help me' mode which generally goes ignored. So I'm indicating that I need a bagger NOW. I have totaled the order once or twice to bag myself, but SC doesn't like that and demands I continue. Um, I physically can't scan anything else until I clear the back belt (yes, stuff was backing up onto the scanner, I think some items may have been double scanned but if SC didn't care I didn't care). Then I run out of handled bags on my side.
SC: "Do WE have a problem here?" I wanted to take the leek I was holding and whack her repeatedly.
Me: "I don't have any bags. I think there are some down on the end."
SC: "Go get them!" At this point I am boxed in by a customer on the next lane.
Me: "I can't leave my register and I do not have anyone else to help bag. You'll see the bags down at the end, please get me some if you want me to start bagging."
SC: "I'm in a hurry!"
Next customer (NC): "Not enough of a hurry to help bag your own damn groceries so you can leave, I see." NC is a regular, and I know she is in a legitimate hurry (on her lunch break).
SC: (to NC): "You help me then!"
NC: "Hell no. You shouldn't have bought a full cart if you're in such a rush."
SC seethes for a bit.
NC: "Go on, help her. If you can load up a cart you can help bag. If you did you would be on your way by now."
SC: "I would rather not."
NC: (if looks could kill, SC would be a smoking pile in the next county)
Me: but can't say what I really wanted to...not that anyone would notice with all the noise, but knowing my luck SC would have complained to ASM who sides with SCs more often than not and thinks nothing of making cashiers look bad.
Finally a bagger shows up, and SC starts barking orders. Everything had to be bagged in a very specific order...which couldn't be done due to the way everything was cattywampus on the belt and bagging area (I got a finger smashed with a cantaloupe as she was trying to 'help' by flinging stuff all over...luckily no serious injury but I did get grumped at for damaging the precious melon ).
After I cashed SC out, I quickly rung up NC and, since everyone else in my line had left, was able to send her on her way through the next empty lane (NC slipped me $3 with the instructions "Your mocha therapy is on me today."). Only then did I bag SC's crap. Predictably, for all the hurry she was in she saw fit to stand around and bitch...clearly you have time to waste, so we will oblige.
Later I hear that her cantaloupe and eggs jumped ship in the parking lot. From what the cart jockey said, she seemed to think that balancing the bag with the eggs on top of everything else in her trunk was a good idea. If only they had broken in the trunk and she not noticed...
We were shorthanded as usual (how? There are over 100 part-timers on the payroll). SC comes through my lane with an overflowing cart; usually not a problem. IF I have a bagger. One of the new cashier policies (which I sort of agree with in terms of keeping IPM reasonable) is that a cashier should not be bagging unless it's the end of an order. Where this policy falls apart is in the above scenario with a giant order and no bagger; I have to stop every so often to move fragile stuff like eggs to the side.
The lane lights do have a blinking 'help me' mode which generally goes ignored. So I'm indicating that I need a bagger NOW. I have totaled the order once or twice to bag myself, but SC doesn't like that and demands I continue. Um, I physically can't scan anything else until I clear the back belt (yes, stuff was backing up onto the scanner, I think some items may have been double scanned but if SC didn't care I didn't care). Then I run out of handled bags on my side.
SC: "Do WE have a problem here?" I wanted to take the leek I was holding and whack her repeatedly.
Me: "I don't have any bags. I think there are some down on the end."
SC: "Go get them!" At this point I am boxed in by a customer on the next lane.
Me: "I can't leave my register and I do not have anyone else to help bag. You'll see the bags down at the end, please get me some if you want me to start bagging."
SC: "I'm in a hurry!"
Next customer (NC): "Not enough of a hurry to help bag your own damn groceries so you can leave, I see." NC is a regular, and I know she is in a legitimate hurry (on her lunch break).
SC: (to NC): "You help me then!"
NC: "Hell no. You shouldn't have bought a full cart if you're in such a rush."
SC seethes for a bit.
NC: "Go on, help her. If you can load up a cart you can help bag. If you did you would be on your way by now."
SC: "I would rather not."
NC: (if looks could kill, SC would be a smoking pile in the next county)
Me: but can't say what I really wanted to...not that anyone would notice with all the noise, but knowing my luck SC would have complained to ASM who sides with SCs more often than not and thinks nothing of making cashiers look bad.
Finally a bagger shows up, and SC starts barking orders. Everything had to be bagged in a very specific order...which couldn't be done due to the way everything was cattywampus on the belt and bagging area (I got a finger smashed with a cantaloupe as she was trying to 'help' by flinging stuff all over...luckily no serious injury but I did get grumped at for damaging the precious melon ).
After I cashed SC out, I quickly rung up NC and, since everyone else in my line had left, was able to send her on her way through the next empty lane (NC slipped me $3 with the instructions "Your mocha therapy is on me today."). Only then did I bag SC's crap. Predictably, for all the hurry she was in she saw fit to stand around and bitch...clearly you have time to waste, so we will oblige.
Later I hear that her cantaloupe and eggs jumped ship in the parking lot. From what the cart jockey said, she seemed to think that balancing the bag with the eggs on top of everything else in her trunk was a good idea. If only they had broken in the trunk and she not noticed...
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