Yeah, for those who didn't catch it in the other thread, I got a new job, at a craft store. I've worked two weeks already, two days a week, for rather short shifts, but I already have some stories to share.
Um... I admit, my stream of consciousness detector only works about half the time
I was ringing out customers, and an older lady comes up to me to check out.
RJ: Me.
C: Customer, she wasn't rude at all.
C: How are you today?
RJ: ...Sweaty.
C: Thanks for the advice.
RJ:
What advice?
C: You told me where to find the yarn.
RJ: Oh, I did? I was afraid you were referring to a prior meeting, where I might've told you to get married/move/whatever...
The rest of the transaction was easy
However, I am quite good at deciphering what your next act will be
I watched a couple go over to a coworker's register, only to find her busy with making her register work, so, the couple turns to me, the next register over, and the guy in the couple hands me a handful of silk flowers, which I take, pretending confusion.
RJ: "Oh, you want to check out over here... I thought you were coming to court me..."
Couple laughs.
I've only been here two days, you ungrateful harridan!
Not a customer story, but a coworker.
It was cold as the Arctic the other day, and I'd worn my fleece sweater in to work, and left it in the break room. After I was off register, I went back to the break room to nab my sweater, only to find the door closed, and locked. There was a number pad on my side of the door, however, but I didn't know the combination, so I knocked. A coworker pulled the door open and looked at me angry (I assume for having interrupted her lunch... but I don't know for sure)
RJ: Still me
K: Coworker
K: You don't know the combination yet?
RJ: No...
K: You need to know the combination, there won't always be someone in here. It's the store number.
RJ: Thanks, but it's only my second day, bitch. How the hell was I supposed to know the combination, when I haven't had a reason to go in the room except to drop off my sweater? Okay, well, now I know.
When I was closing with one of my FES' (H) the other day, I relayed the story to her, and she mentioned that that particular coworker gets angry at everyone, apparently.
One of my other FES' (M)told me she has had days where she doesn't get her lunch break at all, on the first day I worked long enough that I should've gotten a break. And, H told me the company changes time clocks, if you miss your lunch break. Great.
WoW isn't on my list of things to do
Yet another FES (S) was wearing an Alliance T shirt under her apron the other day, and during a lull in customers, she asked me if I play WoW.
RJ: Uh, no. I'm not terribly fond of online RPGs... I'll play a few days, and realize I haven't moved very far forward, and just give up.
Later, during another lull, S asked a series of questions that ended up with her asking me if I thought I was normal.
RJ: Uh, no.
S: Well, in your definition of 'normal', are you?
RJ: Nope. 'Normal' is that thing everyone else is.
Um... I admit, my stream of consciousness detector only works about half the time
I was ringing out customers, and an older lady comes up to me to check out.
RJ: Me.
C: Customer, she wasn't rude at all.
C: How are you today?
RJ: ...Sweaty.
C: Thanks for the advice.
RJ:

C: You told me where to find the yarn.
RJ: Oh, I did? I was afraid you were referring to a prior meeting, where I might've told you to get married/move/whatever...
The rest of the transaction was easy
However, I am quite good at deciphering what your next act will be
I watched a couple go over to a coworker's register, only to find her busy with making her register work, so, the couple turns to me, the next register over, and the guy in the couple hands me a handful of silk flowers, which I take, pretending confusion.
RJ: "Oh, you want to check out over here... I thought you were coming to court me..."
Couple laughs.
I've only been here two days, you ungrateful harridan!
Not a customer story, but a coworker.
It was cold as the Arctic the other day, and I'd worn my fleece sweater in to work, and left it in the break room. After I was off register, I went back to the break room to nab my sweater, only to find the door closed, and locked. There was a number pad on my side of the door, however, but I didn't know the combination, so I knocked. A coworker pulled the door open and looked at me angry (I assume for having interrupted her lunch... but I don't know for sure)
RJ: Still me
K: Coworker
K: You don't know the combination yet?
RJ: No...
K: You need to know the combination, there won't always be someone in here. It's the store number.
RJ: Thanks, but it's only my second day, bitch. How the hell was I supposed to know the combination, when I haven't had a reason to go in the room except to drop off my sweater? Okay, well, now I know.
When I was closing with one of my FES' (H) the other day, I relayed the story to her, and she mentioned that that particular coworker gets angry at everyone, apparently.
One of my other FES' (M)told me she has had days where she doesn't get her lunch break at all, on the first day I worked long enough that I should've gotten a break. And, H told me the company changes time clocks, if you miss your lunch break. Great.
WoW isn't on my list of things to do
Yet another FES (S) was wearing an Alliance T shirt under her apron the other day, and during a lull in customers, she asked me if I play WoW.
RJ: Uh, no. I'm not terribly fond of online RPGs... I'll play a few days, and realize I haven't moved very far forward, and just give up.
Later, during another lull, S asked a series of questions that ended up with her asking me if I thought I was normal.
RJ: Uh, no.
S: Well, in your definition of 'normal', are you?
RJ: Nope. 'Normal' is that thing everyone else is.
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