Nothing like another Senior Citizens Day to make me wish that Senior Citizens Day would die in a fire. On to today's stories:
PEBSAW: Problem Exists Between Seat And Wheel
Or "Wherein Irv nearly gets smushed by some old fart who should not be driving"
So I was getting carts for about the 17,948th time today when somebody backed out of their parking space uber-fast, coming right at me. I had to just about dive out of the way before it finally dawned on the driver that "There's something in my path, it might be a good idea to stop!"
After I got up and pushed my carts out of the way, I took a good look at the driver; a little old lady who could barely see over the steering wheel of her land yacht.
I WAN MY DISCOUNT! RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE
Starting this Senior Day, the extra 15% senior citizen discount isn't given on household chemicals, laundry detergents, paper products and electronics. Probably because there are two areas of the store where the margins are super tight and the alternative would be to raise prices and effectively price ourselves right out of the market.
Mind you, this change was not unannounced. Last senior day we gave all the customers qualifying for the discount a flyer announcing the change and the reason for it. I suspect approximately 0 people actually read the damn thing, because I cannot tell how many times I got this:
"Why don't I get my discount on this toilet paper?"
"Sorry, corporate took away the discount on those things, but you can still get your 15% off on anything else in the store."
"Well this is news to me!"
"We printed up fliers and handed them out to people last time. You should have got one if you were here."
"Well I didn't get any flier!"
And on and on. 95% of the people just kept their TP and detergent and took the discount on everything else.
I.P. Freleigh's First Law of Carryouts
"Everybody must wait to purchase items requiring carryout until one Irving Patrick Freleigh is ready to go on a break or go home for the day"
I seriously had about 6 carryouts come in in about a 2-minute span around lunchtime. Of course my esteemed co-workers were too busy with or without customers to help me out, so I ended up having to postpone lunch for nearly half an hour until I got all caught up.
But then, later on: "Irv, can you get this down for me? Can you help me backstock this? I can't find this Irv, where is it? Irv, why are you fondling that sledgehammer and muttering with that evil look in your eyes again?"
My coworkers: They're there when they need me.
Is this another one of those long, pointless stories that rambles on and on, like my job?
This woman was pleasant enough, but she drove me nuts, as well as all the service desk people.
She bought a TV stand, but could not fit it in her car. So she decided to call some relatives with larger vehicles and see if they could pick it up for her.
However, she evidently could not remember their phone numbers, because she dialed at least 2 wrong numbers. Mind you, she was using the service desk's phone and a line of people was forming behind her, with the people in line growing more antsy and hostile with each passing minute.
Then, 15 minutes later, she decided to fill out a holding form and come back.
Later on, she called the store again, asking if I could grab a tape measure and measure the box for her, which I did.
Then she returned to the store in her car, right as I was getting ready to leave. She had me grab the tape measure again and measure her trunk. But it took about 10 minutes to figure out this was what she wanted me to do, because she insisted on rehashing the whole story of why she was having me do this, even though the service desk already filled me in.
So I did the noble thing: I handed her off to the guy relieving me so I could get the hell out of dodge.
PEBSAW: Problem Exists Between Seat And Wheel
Or "Wherein Irv nearly gets smushed by some old fart who should not be driving"
So I was getting carts for about the 17,948th time today when somebody backed out of their parking space uber-fast, coming right at me. I had to just about dive out of the way before it finally dawned on the driver that "There's something in my path, it might be a good idea to stop!"
After I got up and pushed my carts out of the way, I took a good look at the driver; a little old lady who could barely see over the steering wheel of her land yacht.
I WAN MY DISCOUNT! RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE
Starting this Senior Day, the extra 15% senior citizen discount isn't given on household chemicals, laundry detergents, paper products and electronics. Probably because there are two areas of the store where the margins are super tight and the alternative would be to raise prices and effectively price ourselves right out of the market.
Mind you, this change was not unannounced. Last senior day we gave all the customers qualifying for the discount a flyer announcing the change and the reason for it. I suspect approximately 0 people actually read the damn thing, because I cannot tell how many times I got this:
"Why don't I get my discount on this toilet paper?"
"Sorry, corporate took away the discount on those things, but you can still get your 15% off on anything else in the store."
"Well this is news to me!"
"We printed up fliers and handed them out to people last time. You should have got one if you were here."
"Well I didn't get any flier!"
And on and on. 95% of the people just kept their TP and detergent and took the discount on everything else.
I.P. Freleigh's First Law of Carryouts
"Everybody must wait to purchase items requiring carryout until one Irving Patrick Freleigh is ready to go on a break or go home for the day"
I seriously had about 6 carryouts come in in about a 2-minute span around lunchtime. Of course my esteemed co-workers were too busy with or without customers to help me out, so I ended up having to postpone lunch for nearly half an hour until I got all caught up.
But then, later on: "Irv, can you get this down for me? Can you help me backstock this? I can't find this Irv, where is it? Irv, why are you fondling that sledgehammer and muttering with that evil look in your eyes again?"
My coworkers: They're there when they need me.
Is this another one of those long, pointless stories that rambles on and on, like my job?
This woman was pleasant enough, but she drove me nuts, as well as all the service desk people.
She bought a TV stand, but could not fit it in her car. So she decided to call some relatives with larger vehicles and see if they could pick it up for her.
However, she evidently could not remember their phone numbers, because she dialed at least 2 wrong numbers. Mind you, she was using the service desk's phone and a line of people was forming behind her, with the people in line growing more antsy and hostile with each passing minute.
Then, 15 minutes later, she decided to fill out a holding form and come back.
Later on, she called the store again, asking if I could grab a tape measure and measure the box for her, which I did.
Then she returned to the store in her car, right as I was getting ready to leave. She had me grab the tape measure again and measure her trunk. But it took about 10 minutes to figure out this was what she wanted me to do, because she insisted on rehashing the whole story of why she was having me do this, even though the service desk already filled me in.
So I did the noble thing: I handed her off to the guy relieving me so I could get the hell out of dodge.

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