The story of my first shift doing carryouts and carts since last year:
I have a crappy job (gross)
To the two ladies who shit all over the floor in the womens room today and were apparently born in a barn and probably still live in one:
For Pete's sake, why can't you sit on a toilet seat like a normal human being? Why do you have to hover without making sure your holes are lined up? Are you afraid of catching some dread toilet seat-borne disease? Both times the shit was on the wall and the floor behind the toilet. It is apparent to me that at no time during your Number Twos did your asscheeks touch the seat.
I ended up cleaning up your messes. No need to thank me. Nobody ever does anyway.
I must be dead. I speak; nobody hears me
Customer: Do you have this massager? (referring to a $24.99 back massager on sale for $19.99 and there were none on the shelf)
Me: I can check that for you (punch a couple buttons on my scanner). Yes, I believe we do. I'll go get some. I'll be right back.
I hotfoot it to the backroom and upstairs and bring down a whole case of massagers
Customer: (as I'm putting the massagers on the shelf) Say, will those be going on sale for a lower price?
Simply by you asking this, I now secretly loathe you. Corporate wants us to sell items at the highest price possible so we don't have to tank our margins. Also, why not buy the massager now instead of waiting for a better sale when we may not have it for you? But I'll humor you and check....
Me: (punching more buttons on my scanner) I see the massager will be going on sale February 8 and 9 for $14.99
Customer: Really?
Me: Yes
Customer: Both days?
Me: Mmm-hmmm
Customer: February 8...
Me: That's right
Customer: and February 9?
Me: Yup
Customer: Really?
Me: Yes (thinking "No...it won't go on sale again until February 31 doof)
Customer: Both days?
Me: Correct
And then the customer left sans massager.
A flagrant act of parenting
PA: *boop! Customer assistance to candy please! Thank you!
I saunter on over to candy to see who needs help and encounter a mom with her two boys
Mom: Oh, that was us. He (motioning to the younger boy) pushed the button as a joke. (to the younger boy) What do you say to the worker now?
Boy: I'm sorry
Me: Hey, maybe in a few years when you grow up you can get a job here and answer those call buttons!
Mom and boys laugh a little
Me: Don't sweat it. It happens all the time. There's worse things he could have done.
Nice to see a parent keeping their kids under control and apologizing for the inconvenience their children caused!
I have a crappy job (gross)
To the two ladies who shit all over the floor in the womens room today and were apparently born in a barn and probably still live in one:
For Pete's sake, why can't you sit on a toilet seat like a normal human being? Why do you have to hover without making sure your holes are lined up? Are you afraid of catching some dread toilet seat-borne disease? Both times the shit was on the wall and the floor behind the toilet. It is apparent to me that at no time during your Number Twos did your asscheeks touch the seat.
I ended up cleaning up your messes. No need to thank me. Nobody ever does anyway.
I must be dead. I speak; nobody hears me
Customer: Do you have this massager? (referring to a $24.99 back massager on sale for $19.99 and there were none on the shelf)
Me: I can check that for you (punch a couple buttons on my scanner). Yes, I believe we do. I'll go get some. I'll be right back.
I hotfoot it to the backroom and upstairs and bring down a whole case of massagers
Customer: (as I'm putting the massagers on the shelf) Say, will those be going on sale for a lower price?
Simply by you asking this, I now secretly loathe you. Corporate wants us to sell items at the highest price possible so we don't have to tank our margins. Also, why not buy the massager now instead of waiting for a better sale when we may not have it for you? But I'll humor you and check....
Me: (punching more buttons on my scanner) I see the massager will be going on sale February 8 and 9 for $14.99
Customer: Really?
Me: Yes
Customer: Both days?
Me: Mmm-hmmm
Customer: February 8...
Me: That's right
Customer: and February 9?
Me: Yup
Customer: Really?
Me: Yes (thinking "No...it won't go on sale again until February 31 doof)
Customer: Both days?
Me: Correct
And then the customer left sans massager.
A flagrant act of parenting
PA: *boop! Customer assistance to candy please! Thank you!
I saunter on over to candy to see who needs help and encounter a mom with her two boys
Mom: Oh, that was us. He (motioning to the younger boy) pushed the button as a joke. (to the younger boy) What do you say to the worker now?
Boy: I'm sorry
Me: Hey, maybe in a few years when you grow up you can get a job here and answer those call buttons!
Mom and boys laugh a little
Me: Don't sweat it. It happens all the time. There's worse things he could have done.
Nice to see a parent keeping their kids under control and apologizing for the inconvenience their children caused!

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