Recently I've been pulling as many shifts (including doubles)as possible in a desperate attempt to pay for my upcoming tuition without a student loan.
So far I'm not doing too bad, and I have a few months left before I have to hand over my hard earned riches.
But what do you get when you work more hours? More SCs.
Here's a neat little run-down of this past week.
Some of these aren't so much sucky as they are stupid and annoying.
SW = Sucky woman
SW= Sucky man
ME = Awesome cashier extraordinaire
Postal Codes
We ask for them, I hate it, my manager is up my ass about increasing my "numbers" (since I usually don't bother asking people for them), so to placate her I've been making an effort.
ME: And may I have your postal code please?
SW: Why?
ME: We just use them to see where people are shopping from in case we ever decide to build another store.
SW: I don't want any calls.
ME: (entering 00000 as the default for no postal code) Oh we don't call anyone.
SW: Yeah but you sell the information.
ME: No, ma'am, we wouldn't ever do that.
SW: I get too many fucking calls from people like you.
ME: (why, why didn't I just shut up and let it go?) Well even if it were true that we sold the information no one would be able to get your number based only on your postal code, since all your neighbors would have the same one and it would be impossible to tell which household had shopped here.
SW: So you DO sell it then!
ME: No, ma'am.
SW: But you just said -
ME: I just said that "if" we did. Your total is $xxx.xx.
SW: This place is so damned expensive.
ME: Here's your receipt, have a nice day (you unfeeling wench from the deepest reaches of Hell).
Tree Coupons
It's simple, we're selling trees for $20, and when you buy one you get a coupon for $20 off a purchase of $75 or more before taxes, valid January 2nd to March something-or-other. All of this information is, of course, written in bold on the coupons.
SW: (who was a bitch through the whole transaction to begin with) And I have this for $20, too.
ME: (thinking she probably just means a gift card) Ok. (sees the coupon) Oh, no we don't accept those until January 2nd.
SW: You're fucking kidding me!
ME: Nope. It says it right there on the coupon.
SW: Well they could have told me that when I got the fucking tree.
(Note: "they" are children about 10-12 volunteering through their Air Cadets troop, supervised by an adult.)
ME: I'm sorry they didn't tell you, but it's written right there on the coupon.
SW: Right, and I'm supposed to know that how?
Now there is no way for me to answer that without sounding like a smart ass, so I opted just to repeat to her that I couldn't accept it.
SW: Well maybe I should just fucking return everything then.
ME: (Thinking: you haven't paid for anything, so exactly what would you be returning?) If you'd like I can void this all out no problem.
SW: So what, you think I just came shopping for the good of my health? I need these things, you know.
ME: Your total is $xxx.xx.
No Checks
SW: If I show ID can I pay with a check?
ME: Nope, we don't take personal checks.
SW: Oh, you used to.
ME: Never since I've been here.
(Note: I know we've never taken them at all except for credit card payments, so why I didn't just say that I don't know.)
SW: pfft, And just how long have you been here?
ME: Two and a half years.
SW: hmmpf, well that's not very long.
ME: (Thinking: long enough to know more than you, bitch.) Your total is $xxx.xx.
More Bag Follies
ME: Are you going to need to purchase any plastic bags for your things?
SM: (getting all up in my personal space) Any what? Purchase? Huh?
ME: (backing away, making it obvious he needs to do the same) Bags are now five cents. Do you need any for your things?
SM: Oh I love a good cash grab.
ME: Actually every cent we make from the bags goes to Tree Canada to plant more trees. We don't keep any of the money.
SM: Oh so that's what they want you to tell us, eh?
ME: ...
SM: (to his daughter) Go grab a bag. We need to pay for them because the store needs more of my money.
ME: Yeah, even though we give it all away. But we need it real bad. (Today was Don't Fuck With Me day.)
SM: Yeeeeah yeeeeeah.
ME: Your total is $xxx.xx.
Granted he wasn't being so much of an asshole as he was annoying, but still, either buy the bag or don't, but STFU about the whopping five cents, please.
Hypocrisy? No, you lose.
SW: Has anyone pointed out to your the irony of the fact that you're making us pay for bags and expecting us to believe you're giving the money to Tree Canada when you have hundreds of Christmas trees in the parking lot?
ME: For every tree we cut down for Christmas trees we plant another in its place. We even have tree planting events during the summer where coworkers volunteer to plant new trees for an entire day.
SW: Oh... well... isn't that convenient.
Uh, yeah, It is pretty convenient, considering we're doing everything we can to both accommodate the customer's wishes (people expect trees and want trees) as well as maintaining our environment.
I'm sorry if that doesn't give you a good basis for the argument you were so desperately seeking but you're just going to have to suck it up.
Thank goodness I have not one, not two, but three days off in a row!
Though I'll be calling and begging for hours on one of those days, I just know it.
Damn post-secondary education costs.
Something tells me that between now and September I'll be posting a lot more.
So far I'm not doing too bad, and I have a few months left before I have to hand over my hard earned riches.
But what do you get when you work more hours? More SCs.
Here's a neat little run-down of this past week.
Some of these aren't so much sucky as they are stupid and annoying.
SW = Sucky woman
SW= Sucky man
ME = Awesome cashier extraordinaire
Postal Codes
We ask for them, I hate it, my manager is up my ass about increasing my "numbers" (since I usually don't bother asking people for them), so to placate her I've been making an effort.
ME: And may I have your postal code please?
SW: Why?
ME: We just use them to see where people are shopping from in case we ever decide to build another store.
SW: I don't want any calls.
ME: (entering 00000 as the default for no postal code) Oh we don't call anyone.
SW: Yeah but you sell the information.
ME: No, ma'am, we wouldn't ever do that.
SW: I get too many fucking calls from people like you.
ME: (why, why didn't I just shut up and let it go?) Well even if it were true that we sold the information no one would be able to get your number based only on your postal code, since all your neighbors would have the same one and it would be impossible to tell which household had shopped here.
SW: So you DO sell it then!
ME: No, ma'am.
SW: But you just said -
ME: I just said that "if" we did. Your total is $xxx.xx.
SW: This place is so damned expensive.
ME: Here's your receipt, have a nice day (you unfeeling wench from the deepest reaches of Hell).
Tree Coupons
It's simple, we're selling trees for $20, and when you buy one you get a coupon for $20 off a purchase of $75 or more before taxes, valid January 2nd to March something-or-other. All of this information is, of course, written in bold on the coupons.
SW: (who was a bitch through the whole transaction to begin with) And I have this for $20, too.
ME: (thinking she probably just means a gift card) Ok. (sees the coupon) Oh, no we don't accept those until January 2nd.
SW: You're fucking kidding me!
ME: Nope. It says it right there on the coupon.
SW: Well they could have told me that when I got the fucking tree.
(Note: "they" are children about 10-12 volunteering through their Air Cadets troop, supervised by an adult.)
ME: I'm sorry they didn't tell you, but it's written right there on the coupon.
SW: Right, and I'm supposed to know that how?
Now there is no way for me to answer that without sounding like a smart ass, so I opted just to repeat to her that I couldn't accept it.
SW: Well maybe I should just fucking return everything then.
ME: (Thinking: you haven't paid for anything, so exactly what would you be returning?) If you'd like I can void this all out no problem.
SW: So what, you think I just came shopping for the good of my health? I need these things, you know.
ME: Your total is $xxx.xx.
No Checks
SW: If I show ID can I pay with a check?
ME: Nope, we don't take personal checks.
SW: Oh, you used to.
ME: Never since I've been here.
(Note: I know we've never taken them at all except for credit card payments, so why I didn't just say that I don't know.)
SW: pfft, And just how long have you been here?
ME: Two and a half years.
SW: hmmpf, well that's not very long.
ME: (Thinking: long enough to know more than you, bitch.) Your total is $xxx.xx.
More Bag Follies
ME: Are you going to need to purchase any plastic bags for your things?
SM: (getting all up in my personal space) Any what? Purchase? Huh?
ME: (backing away, making it obvious he needs to do the same) Bags are now five cents. Do you need any for your things?
SM: Oh I love a good cash grab.
ME: Actually every cent we make from the bags goes to Tree Canada to plant more trees. We don't keep any of the money.
SM: Oh so that's what they want you to tell us, eh?
ME: ...
SM: (to his daughter) Go grab a bag. We need to pay for them because the store needs more of my money.
ME: Yeah, even though we give it all away. But we need it real bad. (Today was Don't Fuck With Me day.)
SM: Yeeeeah yeeeeeah.
ME: Your total is $xxx.xx.
Granted he wasn't being so much of an asshole as he was annoying, but still, either buy the bag or don't, but STFU about the whopping five cents, please.
Hypocrisy? No, you lose.
SW: Has anyone pointed out to your the irony of the fact that you're making us pay for bags and expecting us to believe you're giving the money to Tree Canada when you have hundreds of Christmas trees in the parking lot?
ME: For every tree we cut down for Christmas trees we plant another in its place. We even have tree planting events during the summer where coworkers volunteer to plant new trees for an entire day.
SW: Oh... well... isn't that convenient.
Uh, yeah, It is pretty convenient, considering we're doing everything we can to both accommodate the customer's wishes (people expect trees and want trees) as well as maintaining our environment.
I'm sorry if that doesn't give you a good basis for the argument you were so desperately seeking but you're just going to have to suck it up.
Thank goodness I have not one, not two, but three days off in a row!
Though I'll be calling and begging for hours on one of those days, I just know it.
Damn post-secondary education costs.
Something tells me that between now and September I'll be posting a lot more.
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